Sweet Ann's Southern Cooking

[By Bi Blitz]

A famous restaurant from America that has become almost a famous chain restaurant while still keeping that down home southern feel. Everything is made fresh as a rule made by Sweet (Grandma) Ann herself. Southern staples are what you'll find here so stop by for some good old fashioned southern hospitality. It seems this restaurant in particular has many fujoshi on their staff.

 

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Marcel would continue on explaining about how he managed to get away with his speeding habits in town "Usually I can just pretend that I was panicking or something like that and I'll get off with a warning" talk about taking advantage of his mental issues, if he was stuck being traumatized by the sound of gunfire of anything similar then he would no make use of it somehow "Am I a bad person for that?" he knew that it wasn't exactly a good thing to do that but he couldn't help it since it was a convenient excuse to say the least. As he was talking a restaurant that he hadn't been too yet caught his eye and just for something different he would pull into the place and grinned a bit "Sweet Ann's huh? Can't beat good old fashioned southern food!" he stated before walking up and holding the door for Virgil before walking in and throwing a smirk towards the hostess "Table for two hun, preferably a table away from everyone else!" the young woman seemed a bit flustered at the sight of two attractive men coming in at the same time like that and she fumbled around for a few seconds before finally gathering what she needed and led the two to a nice table off far away from pretty much everyone else. She'd go through the motions of her job and stuttered a few times before quickly rushing off as Marcel lifted the menu to look at it and gave a low whistle at their selection "Damn now this is a lot to choose from! Hmm" he wasn't sure what he wanted at this moment but he didn't get to think for too long as their waiter arrived with a grin on his face as he asked for their drinks while eyeing Virgil "Glass of iced tea" was what he ordered while the other man gave his order. Once that was done he would walk off back to the kitchen to get their drinks "I think he liked your collar Virgil, can't blame him" he stated while staring at it himself "You make it look sexy" Marcel stated as if it were just another fact. Actually the few people who were in the restaurant were throwing glances towards them although it may have been because of the fact that they were two men eating together or maybe it was because they heard his comment? Who knew and frankly who cared. Their drinks would arrive with their drinks and asked what they wanted to eat and Marcel stared for an extra couple seconds at the menu. Shrimp and grits? He didn't know what grits were and they sounded gross, Pulled pork? Eh, Chicken and...oh that sounded good actually "Chicken and waffles" he ordered simply before he threw a grin towards Virgil as he eyed the hot pink collar that stood out against the man's skin. Oh a leash was definitely on the table in his opinion.

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”I believe that’s cheatin’.” Virgil would helpfully point out, his tone nothing more than teasing. If the guy was going to have to suffer from PTSD then he might as well as benefit from it in some way. He chuckled when he asked if using his condition for an excuse made him a bad person. ”Just ah wee bit.” He grinned, clearly just teasing him all over again. It was just too much fun to not tease Marcel and there would have to something seriously wrong with him for him to pass up any opportunity. The name of the place they were pulling into didn’t catch his attention until he was saying it out loud. Blinking, he looked to the garish sign painted over the entrance to the place and rolled his eyes a bit. Why was it that places that dedicated themselves to Southern food usually had some welcoming name to them? Like they were about to walk into someone’s home rather than a restaurant. Trying to pick up on all that hospitality the South was known for, maybe? This place was going to make him homesick. Hopefully, it only had the good food and not the bigotry the bible belt was also known for. The giant ran his fingers back through his windblown hair in an attempt to tame it as he trailed after him to the door, nodding his head in thanks when it was held open for him. The fact that the young woman could possibly be flustered over their appearances was completely lost on him. As far as himself was concerned at least. It was probably that smirk his companion had thrown her way that had the poor thing practically tripping over her own feet. Few could withstand such a look from him, he knew that for a fact. He picked up his menu after she’d scurried away.

Yeah, there was a lot to choose from. A lot of it was stuff that Virgil couldn’t be paid enough money to ever eat again unless he was starving. Collard greens and cornbread? That was about as tasty as boiled okra and tomatoes. Which was to say, not at ******** all. While he was aware their waiter had arrived, he hardly paid him any attention and really only knew he was near because he could feel himself being stared at. ”Why don’tcha take ah picture? It’ll last longer.” The brute grumbled underneath his breath before he glanced up at the man. ”Same as ‘im.” Ice tea sounded refreshing. At the mention of his collar, he decided it was better to pretend that his vision was suddenly failing him and held up the menu in front of his face to hide that fact he blushing. It had sounded more like an honest statement and a compliment than a tease, but still…Virgil found himself suddenly caring why people were glancing at them. If he had to wager, it was probably because of that stupid hot pink collar he’d forgotten to take off before coming in. After all, the only kind of people that wore collars out in public were often those in some kind of kinky relationship. That thought had his face heating up even more. No wonder they were being looked at. Blessedly, their server returned and saved him from his thoughts before they could dissolve into an even bigger mess. Sighing, he handed the menu over. ”Country fried steak cooked rare…” Him and his love of meat. No longer able to hide, those verdants settled on Marcel as he folded his arms across his chest, unsure if he liked the way he was grinning and intently looking at his collar or not. Well, that was a lie, he knew. ”Think chu’re enjoyin’ this too much, darlin’.” Every ounce of that Southern drawl was put to good use as a hand reached up to slowly start undoing the collar as a lazy grin graced his features. Virgil didn’t remove it, however. He merely adjusted it so it properly fit around his neck rather than hang loosely as it had. So it wouldn’t get in his way while he was eating, clearly! Having the material so close to his skin felt kind of weird, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. Better not dwell on that too much though. Idly playing with the tag, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. "Wanna watch another movie tonight?" He smirked. "An' finish it this time?" Virgil ignored their waiter when he came to check in on them, obviously trying to earn points by being overly helpful.

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[By Bi Blitz]

Marcel couldn't help but chuckle at how he agreed that it was cheating using his PTSD as an excuse. Several times he's been caught he would put on that panicked look and would begin sputtering nonsense about the bombs and how they were coming for his unit. He'd then pretend to calm down and apologize to the cop who pulled him over and show him his tags before putting on the most pathetic look and asking for the ticket or if he was getting arrested. They always seemed to feel bad for him and would give him a warning before escorting him home "For his own safety". He would admit he felt a bit bad for it but it worked out, he just made sure to not make it too often before they caught on. He'd then laugh when Marcel said that he was a bad person, the teasing was pretty funny to say the least "Well you know what? We're in the same boat together!" he teased right back. Might as well make light of their darker pasts, right? Marcel's would chuckle a bit as he heard what Virgil said to their waiter, go figure the big guy would pop an attitude with someone who was staring. The Hispanic's grin would widen as he saw the man held the menu in his face more, obviously he couldn't see the other's face but he had a pretty good idea why. Once their server took their orders he'd glance back at the kitchen doors for but a second and saw him with a few other waitress's seeming to gossip a bit. Oh young people, how he wished he could as easily entertained by two men eating at a restaurant as they were. He'd then begin his staring at the collar once more and put on his charming as he watched Virgil adjust the collar that was around his neck "I might be just a bit" he admitted as the former soldier crossed his arms on the table, the grin that man wore, that rich southern drawl, and that collar around his neck. Damn he was a lucky, lucky, lucky man. Marcel would then match Virgil as he leaned forward as well and laughed a little bit "As long as you don't get too excitable we can most certainly do that" obviously blaming this on Virgil was the easiest part of it all. He'd turn his head and offer a small thanks as their drinks arrived and he'd take a sip "What are you feeling?" he asked in a questioning tone "Horror again? Action...romance?" the said the last option with a suggestive tone but just as the words left his mouth a different waitress arrived and put down a basket of unordered biscuits and jam saying something about having extra in the back before scurrying off again "I heard them! Those two hotties are definetly f........." she apparently had went rather deep into the kitchen so he couldn't hear what she said to whoever she was talking too. The Hispanic chuckled a bit "I can't tell if we have fans or if they're jealous, young people are so hard to understand these days" he commented with an amused tone as he took one of the warm biscuits and smeared it with some strawberry jelly before taking a big bite of it.

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He would take that small admission, glad that he wasn’t wearing the stupid thing for no good reason. Then again, he would have taken it off if there was room in one of his pockets for it whether Marcel liked it or not. Virgil wasn’t a fan of being under so much attention, but it was beginning to get easy to pretend that they didn’t have a group of admirers gossiping about them the longer he looked into the darker gaze of his lover. Easy to get lost in the dark browns. Until he was blamed for them not being able to finish their movie last night. He scoffed in mock indignation. ”Please. I only finished what ya started. I was just layin’ there mindin’ my own business so don’t go blamin’ me.” He grinned as if he was quite proud of himself.”’Cause I’m ah good boy.” The werewolf had no problem with poking fun at his canine side. He could swallow his dignity as easily as he could swallow something else. He picked up his straw and unwrapped it before he stuck into his glass of tea. His lips wrapped around the other end after he bowed his head down, fully committed to putting forth as little effort as possible.

His eyes stayed lifted up to Marcel’s face as he sucked down some of his beverage. What type of movie they watched really didn’t matter to him since he planned on getting completely sauced during so he would have a dreamless sleep. Why face his darkness when he could numb it? It had worked all these years. Lifting his head, he licked moisture from his lips before he prepared to pick a genre though the new waitress appearing with a gift had him closing his mouth. Brows knitted together as he gave Marcel a puzzled look. ”Hotties?” He’d heard about as much as the other man had and if he wasn’t trying so hard to figure out what the rest of her statement could be, he would have laughed. Hottie seemed a better descriptor for a member of a boy band. Kids these days. ”Maybe both?” Virgil shrugged somewhat in a ‘what can you do’ sort of way. He grabbed one of the biscuits and added some of the jam to it. ”But if they wanna throw extra food our way, I ain’t goin’ t’complain.” Taking a bit, the Southerner was surprised at how good it actually was. Chain restaurants made him skeptical, but this tasted homemade. ”I was gunna go easy on ya, but…” He would finally answer his question. ”Since ya wanna criminalize me, I’m goin’ t’go with ah romance.” His tone might be playful, but he was being serious. He was going to make the toughened war veteran watch the sappiest romance movie they could find. Not even the return of their waiter with his food could spoil his amusement although Virgil’s expression did become confused when the youth made some quip about how he’d made sure the meat was nice and juicy for him. Was that supposed to be some kind of innuendo? ”Erm, thanks, doll.” Virgil murmured dismissively while he picked up another biscuit to dip into the mashed patotoes and gravy on his plate. Being good was hard.

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By Bi Blitz

 

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Marcel was now thoroughly amused by the attention that they and more specifically Virgil was getting. Maybe it was because the Collar just grabbed everyone's attention as it made him stand out, maybe it was because they were two men. Who knew. Ah so Virgil was trying to weasel his way out of the blame as it was obviously his fault for last night. However the Hispanic couldn't help but snort a bit in amusement at his statement "Good boy indeed! Like I was..." he glanced back to the kitchen real quick before leaning forward so he could whisper to Virgil "....Like I knew tugging a good few strands of your hair would get you all hot and bothered!" he mostly whispered that part just because for some reason Marcel decided that this was information that only he was allowed to know. Maybe he just didn't want anyone else touching the man's hair as only he was allowed to get those reactions out of him. Although that being said he doubted that Virgil would let anyone who wasn't him get away with it. He'd then grin as the Werewolf seemed confused when they were called Hotties by the waitress "You'd think that they've seen attractive men before, jeez" maybe that sounded a bit narcissistic but there was no doubt that he and Virgil were for a fact two genuinely attractive looking men. He'd then chuckle at Virgil's comment "Both or not you'd think they never saw two men on a date before..." he had so casually said it but yet it blinked at himself for a moment afterwards at the mere thought of it. He supposed this whole day was just a big date but it just seemed so odd saying it like that. He was in his late Thirties and calling something a date seemed like something he would have done in his younger years. It was actually kind of funny now that he thought about it, yeah this was a date wasn't it. Marcel was about to finish off his first biscuit when he heard Virgil's comment and stared at him for a moment before snorting with laughter. He shot the other one of his trademark grins as he leaned forward a bit "Jeez look at you, trying to set the mood Casanova!" the Hispanic chuckles a bit in amusement "Should I be expecting some rose petals scatted on my apartment floor, dimmed mood lighting, maybe a candelabra?" he teased the other heavily for his choice of movie. No doubt it would be funny since romance was probably his least favorite movie genre, if only because everything in romance was cliche and done to death.

Once the waiter arrived with their food Marcel paused for a second when he heard the waiters comment and snorted with laughter at the very obvious innuendo. He'd give the waiter a knowing smirk "Hey kid, why don't you bring an us an extra cup of the white gravy? He likes to drink it fresh, ya know?" Marcel was now feeling a little bit bold as the waiter's face turned bright red before rushing back to the kitchen to be met with the squeals of several waitress's "I think I'm starting to be the bad one here" he commented despite the slight bit of color that was currently dusting his face. He had just said that, to another person that was not Virgil, in public. Either he was getting way too bold or he just did not care and it was probably the former.

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[prince charmIess]

It was cute how Marcel lowered his voice to avoid the risk of anyone hearing him.The reason behind it was lost on him, but it didn’t take away the fact that it was adorable. He had to give it to him, he did have a point, but the brute was still going to claim innocence. ”How’s layin’ there an’ ignorin’ It not bein’ good?” It was probably better just to agree to disagree on that subject before he started thinking about last night again. Only the best parts of it, of course. Virgil chuckled darkly as he gave a cheeky grin. ”An’ this mornin’? Ya just happen t’forget after everythin’ ya learned last night?” Okay. Now he would stop. ”I guess.” A glance was taken toward the kitchen area. This generation was weird, especially the women. Thank the gods he was gay because he didn’t see how straight and bisexual men could happily live beside them. Their feminine charms couldn’t be all that great to put up with their insanity for very long. The all intimidating word of ‘date’ didn’t phase him when it was mentioned. After everything they had been through and had confessed to each other it would be silly to let it bother him. Then again, Virgil hardly believed their time spent together away from school and the apartment needed a label. This simply seemed too natural. Almost like they’d been doing this for longer than just a couple of days. Weird how time became some skewed thing when he was with his lover. ”Eh, kinda doubtful. We work at ah male exclusive school. We can’t be th’ only same-sex couple walkin’ around th’ town.” Date was one word, but couple? Virgil would have balked at that if he had caught him. Good thing thing he was a bit busy with trying to puzzle out the strange fascination the youths had with them. Eh, what did it matter? For the third time that day, Virgil’s handsome face took to that unamused although this time it was mostly fake. ”Ya gotta give me some credit, babe. I haven’t been cravin’ ya my whole life just t’settle with that cliche bullshit.” Well, some of it might be cliche, but he did have to admit that they were moments that he always thought would be nice to share with someone he truly cared about. Just more of those childish daydreams younger him had held before life bent him over and royally screwed him.

Virgil stared wide-eyed at the man sitting across from him for his unhelpful comment. Here he was, trying to be on his best behavior and he had to go about saying s**t like that! He pressed his face into his free palm while he let out a low groan, his amusement dampened and turned into mild embarrassment when he heard the squealing coming from the young women. No doubt their server had shared what the Hispanic had said with his coworkers. He polished off the last of his biscuit after dipping it into more gravy.”Oh, aye. There’s no doubt about that.” He flashed a thousand watt grin. See? Marcel was obviously the bad influence! He was an innocent! ”Hope th’ poor lad doesn’t think he has ah chance now.“ Virgil looked in the direction their waiter had disappeared. Funny, two or three days ago, he would have used the man's attraction to him to his advantage for his own sick amusement. Now the big guy wasn’t even interested and it wasn’t because he wasn’t completely unattractive to him. Those deep greens drifted back to the Hispanic while he softly tsked at him.”An’ I hardly have any interest in drinkin’ any fresh gravy ‘cept yours.” He drawled out as if he wasn’t speaking in an innuendo himself while he cut his into fried steak. A piece was speared and held up for inspection. Still nice and bloody on the inside. ”I’ll be damn. He deserves ah tip.” Seeing the small bowl of white gravy being set down near his plate by a shaky hand was all he needed to see to know one of their admirers returned. ”Sorry, kid. Not that kinda tip.”Virgil wiped some of the gravy that’d splashed onto the rim of the bowl off and licked his finger clean. His smirk became positively devilish as he met Marcel’s gaze a brief moment before he seemingly became more interested in his food. ”That belongs t’ ‘im.”

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Marcel would pause when Virgil brought up this morning and he rolled his eyes despite the color on his face now. Damn Virgil bringing that up. He didn't have any witty comeback for that one but he did chuckle little bit none the less. He then glanced back towards the kitchen and the girls seemed to realize they were caught by both men and they would scurry away within a few seconds. Was this just the new fad for young women that he just didn't know about or were all women always like this? He nodded his head at Virgil's comment about the school "I just decided to stop trying to understand young people, they're like a completely different species completely" he might have only been in his late thirties but damn the gap between generations certainly seemed very noticeable at this moment, there was no way that his generation acted like this. Nah. The two times Marcel went out with guys he was met with contempt and hate, it seemed like people who weren't his parents hated him when he went out with guys. Of course he didn't give a s**t, he had just decided long ago that he for the most park preferred women. Until he met Virgil that is. He'd laugh a bit at what Virgil said and threw a grin his way "Your whole life? You really are trying to be romantic today!" he teased only lightly. Though it was a bit cute that he had said that whether he meant it or not, he would appreciate the sentiment. Marcel then had a s**t eating on his face when he made his stupid little comment, maybe Virgil was the innocent one sometimes without a doubt. But Marcel couldn't help himself, maybe he was just trying to amuse give the ladies what they seemed to want or maybe he just wanted to see Virgil get embarrassed. Either way once he pressed his face into his palm Marcel couldn't help but laugh as he took several bites of his chicken and waffles, the sweet and savory really went well surprisingly enough and the waffles were no doubt scratch made. Marcel would then grin a bit at his comment about their server "Bad news for him that I don't like sharing!" he stated aloud without much of a care at this point, he wasn't feeling all to shameful at this moment. He had just brought the straw of his drink up to his lips and he was in mid sip when Virgil made his next bit proclamation and it had some of the iced tea coming out of his nose he was laughing pretty hard. It was not a pretty sight but then again nothing about Marcel was pretty. He finally calmed down enough and shook his head at the other "Dammit Virgil! Had to be when I was drinking!" of course the fact that Virgil made him laugh this much was certainly a good thing, he used to barely smirk let alone actually laugh. When Virgil stated he deserved a tip he nodded his head in agreement, for the bullshit they were putting the poor kid through they...then he had to open his mouth and Marcel couldn't help but chuckle a bit more in between his bits of food. Although that damn smirk of Virgil's was an evil thing because his next comment had Marcel burying his face in his free hand. Dammit now Virgil went and returned the favor. He'd glance at the young man and threw a small grin his way as he shook his head "Kid here's a...word of advice..." he was not going to say "Here's a tip" no way no how "Tell your friends in the back this, when you're looking for that special person...avoid jackasses like him! I'm stuck with the lovable big guy now, learn from my mistake! Remember this!" he stated while throwing a playful glance at Virgil. It seemed like the waiter couldn't hold it in anymore and began laughing all the way back to the kitchen. Marcel felt rather proud, he imparted some much needed information on the youth of today.

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[prince charmIess]

The younger generation might be weird and hard to understand, but at least they seemed to be more accepting than previous ones before them. His own generation would have wanted them dead simply for being in love with each other. Virgil had always found it kind of ironic that society had deemed him a monster before he’d even become an actual so-called monster. Having strangers seemingly fond over their relationship was odd, but he was thankful that they wouldn’t have to pretend otherwise or something while they were out in public. He chuckled when he claimed that they were a completely different species. It was made more amusing by the fact that their lucky asses now had to deal with them to make a living. Ignoring the romantic side of him was something that was hard to do now. Virgil didn’t really ease into things and tended to always have a full-throttle approach to things so the compulsion to love Marcel like he was going to lose him didn’t perturb him too much. If something were to come between them or happen, he supposed that it was better to occasionally make a fool of himself with his romantic inclinations than to suffer from regrets later down the road. Because heaven forbid if the Hispanic didn’t know how much he cared for him every whenever they were together. His usual half-smile returned as he shrugged a bit at being romantic. He’d meant it, of course, because he didn’t voice overly sappy things just for the sake of saying them. Such words came straight from his blackened heart and were said with little thought put into them.

Virgil only grunted when his lover claimed he wasn’t the sharing type like he’d wanted the whole restaurant to hear. He could wholeheartedly agree with him. Despite being someone that only had one relationship in his lifetime and certainly had indulged in fun with more than one partner at a time, he had always known that he wouldn’t be happy in an open relationship. He saw little point in being in a relationship if the other half wanted to sleep around on him. Not that he had believed he would find a person that would make him commit solely to them and them only. Just went to prove not everything was set into stone and, when they were, that stone could be broken. Seeing tea coming out from his nose had the male snickering like some kind of cartoon villain. He didn’t even feel bad for perhaps causing that to happen. After all, his lover put him through so much that it was only fair that he got him back for it every now and then. Next time he’d try to make sure not to make any perverted or smart a** comments while he drinking though. Inhaling any kind of liquid didn’t look like it was all that fun. Somehow his smirk grew all the more wicked when he saw him facepalming. To think he had managed to get a reaction out of the seemingly unshakable man. It amused him more than he thought it would. He chuckled softly while Marcel shared some wisdom with their young waiter. He could have truly meant what he had said and it still wouldn’t have bothered him. Being a jackass or any other variation of that term was part of his charm, maybe. He shook his head as he wondered if he should worry that they could have broken the poor server’s sanity since he walked away laughing. Eh, it was his own fault for not making himself scarce in the first place! ”Look at ya tryin’ t’spare those poor kids from ah insufferable fate like yours. So kind.” He’d playfully joke in between bites of his meal. It was all so good he didn’t know what to eat first so he settled for swapping between the meat and the side dish of mashed potatoes. ”Though, y’know…I think when ya start sharin’ wisdom with th’ young folks is ah sign when ya’ve hit old age. Really old age.” All joking aside though, he wouldn’t have pegged Marcel for being almost forty if he hadn’t told him his age. He didn’t really look it.

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Now that the waiter and his friends apparently remembered that they had jobs to do they would finally stop spying on the two Marcel could finally feel like he wasn't under a microscope. He would life the chicken thigh and would just rip a chunk of meat off the bone before then taking a bite of his waffle. He would then look up and smirked a bit at Virgil as he just watched the other quietly. He had thought this so many times before but this man was without a doubt precious to him in ever meaning of the word. Marcel would be dammed if he allowed anything to come between the two of them. Fantastic creatures like werewolves, vampires, regular people? He'd go through them all as long as it meant that Virgil and him could stay together. The Hispanic wasn't really nearly as vocal with his romance as the casual little drops that Virgil gave him from time to time, if he vocalized his love it was because the moment only felt right. He'd then look up at Virgil from his half eaten plate and grinned a bit at the others comment "What can I say? Just start calling me Saint Marcel Velazquez, a man known for his kindness and grand words of infinite wisdom!" the former soldier waved his hands around in a dramatic fashion as if to emphasize the joke. He'd then chuckle at his own theatrics before glancing around and seeing they were the only ones here now, so it seemed the mid day lunch hour hadn't quite hit yet. Marcel would then listen to the other man and snort a bit in complete amusement as he grinned at Virgil "Being Thirty Seven means I've got quite a few years of experience, Scary to think I'm already close to being forty! And then after that only ten years until fifty! Then my hair will start graying out!" he joked about his age to the other "You're like what? Thirty five? Thirty four? Give it a few more years and you'll have as much wisdom as I do!" he laughed a small bit at his own comment. Virgil definitely looked like he was only in his mid thirties at the latest so he'd have a few more years to go yet!


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He looked around them, finally admiring the way the place was decorated now that they weren’t being watched by other customers or giggled at by employees. He wouldn't mind coming again, surprisingly enough.First time he thought of returning to a place that didn’t have a bar in it. Virgil snorted with humor at his dramatic antics. ”I’m sure ya’d make ah terrible saint, but it does have ah nice ring t’it.” There was no doubt in his mind that Marcel wouldn’t look hot in those white robes saints were wearing in the artwork he had seen of them. He chuckled. ”If you’re lucky.” For once, the former bounty hunter wasn’t trying to be morbid or anything like that. Only joking about that the fact he would be lucky if his hair didn’t start turning gray, or worse, before he turned fifty. As much as he kind of liked the thought of the man with some silver mixed into those dark tresses, being reminded that the aging process would wreak havoc on his body and take him away from him one day wasn’t something he enjoyed. Almost ruined his usually insatiable appetite, honestly, but he still made himself eat. Growing up with little to nothing to eat made it hard for him to waste food. Listening to him attempting to judge his age cheered him up from his slightly dampened mood though. No doubt the lycan looked incredibly good for a man of his age when by all logic he should be nothing more than bones in the dirt. But, now that Virgil thought about it, he might not have had any remains left. He doubted those men would have bothered digging the frozen winter ground to make him a grave had he actually died. He knew he wouldn’t have bothered with it for some worthless a*****e that wasn’t close to him.

”Funny thing about wisdom? Ya usually don’t get it until after ya need it.” At least that seemed to be the case for him. Or maybe it was just bullshit. ”An’ I already have more wisdom than ya do.” That was said with an air of very fake superiority. He also seriously doubted his own statement despite knowing he was old enough to be the Hispanic’s great, great, great pawpaw. It was a little embarrassing too, but a lifetime of booze and worse substances made it rather difficult for things to stick in the hard head of his. How could he remember a few pearls of wisdom when there were entire decades that were just one big giant blank for him? ”You’re th’ young’n ‘ere so don’t be gettin’ all cocky, darlin’.” The staff here might as well be babies in comparison. Virgil used the last of his steak to scrape up the remainder of his potatoes and popped it into his mouth. He leaned against the back of his chair while he sipped on his tea after he’d picked it up. Putting down his glass, Virgil picked up a biscuit and covered it in more jam. He set it down on his plate and added syrup from the container brought with the Veteran’s meal to the mix. He was a little skeptical even as he did it, but turned out to be pleasantly surprised once he ate some of it.

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By Bi Blitz

 

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Marcel couldn't help but nod his head as a wide grin crossed his face when Virgil made his comment, also rather pleased that his over the top hand expressions seemed to at least amuse him "Excuse you! I think I'd make a great Saint! I'd teach the young people that drinking your problems away is a perfectly acceptable coping mechanism!" he stated with an amused look on his face before laughing a little bit. Now that he wasn't plagued by night terrors anymore he didn't have a need to get black out drunk but that wouldn't stop him from time to time. And of course then there was Virgil whom was clearly a good influence in that regard so he was set there. He'd then put on the best offended look he could "If I'm lucky!? Are you trying to say I've already got grays!?" he'd run a hand through his hair as a small smirk grew on his face "If I do then I know who to start blaming, you'll have me up a wall!" he teased the other a little bit as he began took another bite of what was left of his food followed by a sip of his drink. Marcel would then blink at Virgil for a moment in surprise before grinning a bit at when he stated his thoughts on wisdom "True enough to that, but that's why you pass it on to younger people so they don't do the same stupid s**t you do!" that was at least how he saw it. Had he been more included in Dante's life there's no doubt he would have imparted as much as he could into his son. But that was in the past and he wasn't about to let that bring down his good mood. Luckily he didn't dwell on it for too long because when Virgil called him the younger one he quirked an eyebrow at the other man "Oh? I'm the younger one here? What? Are you gonna tell me that your werewolf powers grant you some long life or something...?" suddenly Marcel realized that he genuinely didn't know how old Virgil was and at face value the other man could not have been much older than he was. He'd then get a bit more serious as the Hispanic stared at Virgil for a moment "Virgil...how old are you actually?" Marcel finally asked the question that had not even occurred to him until this very moment.


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fiendish fujoshi

 

[prince charmIess]

Virgil chuckled while he defended his right to sainthood. ”Well, I can’t argue with that logic.” He wondered if he would keep up with the heavy drinking now that he didn’t seem to be haunted by what he had suffered through while he fighting in the war. Either way, it wasn’t as if he would complain with whatever he wanted to do. He was far from being the judgmental type and, even he was, he knew that he didn’t have a right. People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, after all. Those broad shoulders slightly shook as he tried to keep his laughter contained when Marcel made a show about gray hair and how he would have something else to blame him for. It was mostly his phrasing that had him struggling to keep quiet. Once the urge passed, he slowly let out the breath he’d been holding. ”Oh, I’ll have ya up ah wall all right.” He uttered underneath his breath just before taking another drink of tea to wash down the sweetness coating his tongue. ”Ya can try, anyway. Probably just ah waste of breath an’ time though.” It seemed to him that young folk would do whatever they wanted no matter how much their elders warned them with tales of their own experiences.

He leaned forward again and rested an elbow on the table, propping his chin up on the heel of his palm to that hand. ”Aye. It does.” Virgil answered the question simply, his smile holding just a hint of sadness to it. He couldn’t say if the aging progress was slowed down for his kind or had stopped altogether, and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to find out. Immortality was an unappealing thing to him. The beast shifted a little in his seat as he was stared at. All things considered, Marcel had taken the fact that he wasn’t human well enough so it didn’t completely worry him that he might be bothered by the age gap between them. Well, he couldn’t hope. It was just a number, a count of how many years one had survived. His lips parted for a brief moment as he almost answered with a joke, but he decided against it. The Hispanic seemed more serious than he usually did, and it felt disrespectful to give him anything other than the truth. ”Erm…ah hundred…. His brows knitted together while he did the math. Tried, at least. Maybe if he still acknowledged his birthday it would be easier to figure it out, but he gave up on that a long time ago. ”An’ seventy four. I think.” Math wasn’t his best subject.

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By Bi Blitz

 

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Marcel grinned when Virgil tried containing his laughter at what he had said but of course the Hispanic couldn't help but shake his head a bit when Virgil muttered something under his breath. He had an idea of what it could be but the Hispanic wouldn't let it get to him "At least I was able to domesticate a wild wolf" a sly grin crossed his face "In fact I like to think he's pretty crazy about me" he teased a little bit before laughing a bit at his next comment. Honestly the guy was probably right, young people loved not listening and making those mistakes anyway despite warnings "More than likely but it gives us the right to say 'I told you so'!" Marcel stated with an amused look on his face as he thought back to his military days "Back in the military young men and women fresh out of boot camp would never listen usually and thought they were hot s**t, they learned fast though" he chuckled a little bit at a few memories about how one young man didn't take his advice about where to sleep and ended up with a scorpion in his bunk. However once the air around them shifted Marcel would actually look a bit worried when he saw that smile on his face, he had only said that as a joke to be a smart a** but the fact that Virgil confirmed it suddenly got Marcel worried for some reason. Virgil usually didn't look sad unless it was something genuinely serious and when he finally gave his age Marcel was stunned into silence for a good few long while, maybe thirty seconds. One hundred and seventy four years old. Virgil was around when his Grandparents were still relatively young, maybe early to late teens, maybe more. It boggled his mind more than the discovery that Virgil was a werewolf. At least when his secret came out it was a physical and tangible thing he could see and touch but this was something else entirely different. It didn't effect how he saw Virgil but gave him a new set of worries now. The biggest one was the most obvious one. Virgil would outlive him without a shadow of a doubt. While he would be a feeble old man, balding, and frail, Virgil would still be a spry young man. Eventually Marcel would die of old age, that was a given but that wasn't what scared him. It was the thought of leaving Virgil behind and having no power to stop it. He didn't want Virgil to endure that, the mere thought of it genuinely broke his heart. With that thought Marcel stood from his chair and walked over to Virgil and lifted his chin and placed a soft kiss against his lips, he couldn't put it into words at all. It wasn't Marcel's strength but for him actions speak louder and so he poured every ounce he could into that kiss. Finally when he pulled back he looked Virgil in the eyes and offered one of his elusive smiles that reached his eyes as he reached his hands and grasped Virgil's hands "I don't care about your age, you're...my everything..." his face warmed a bit at that completely sappy comment. Romance was not his thing at all and he could only say exactly what he felt and these few times he did get romantic he was genuinely speaking from the heart. Time might be cruel in the end but he would savor and enjoy every moment of his time with Virgil, from the grand to the tiniest of things. Nothing would be taken for granted now. Nothing at all.


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fiendish fujoshi

 

[prince charmIess]

Virgil could only chuckle as the other teased him about being domesticated now. He couldn’t even bring himself to feel ashamed that he hardly tried to put up a fight against his fate. But it had hit him hard and taken him completely by surprise. He didn’t think there was much he could do in the wake of that. Pretty crazy hardly seemed to start to cover it, but he figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to let Marcel catch on. His ego was big enough as it was. He blinked some as he mentioned of his time in the military. He would think that would be the one time that people happily take any advice they could get. Hopefully, those young soldiers didn’t learn their lessons the hard way.

Virgil kept a careful watch over his expression, feeling like he was standing on pins and needles as he waited for some kind of reaction other than shocked silence. Still, it wasn’t exactly the worst thing in the world. At least he hadn’t instantly started to mock him or something.”Did I break your brain or somethin’?” The werewolf softly muttered in jest to try and break the seemingly serious air. How quick the former soldier was to get to his feet unnerved him a bit though it didn’t show on his face. His gaze lifted up to meet the darker one again as he moved closer to him. He’d half expected him to walk out or something equally horrid. Marcel had given him any reasons to doubt the depth of his character, of course, but a few days of pure bliss couldn’t erase a lifetime of abuse and heartache. It definitely was a start, however. Being kissed had a way of reminding him that any worry he had about possibly scaring him away with information about himself was a waste of time. The here and now seemed to be the only thing that the man cared about and he was quite thankful for that. The faint gasp he caught coming from the direction of the kitchen was ignored. He didn’t like the idea that they had witnesses to their tender moment, but it wasn’t like he was going to pull away. ”Aye.” That was all he could say. Virgil couldn’t put it any better than his lover already had. He pulled his hands free only so he could wrap his arms around his waist to hug him while he was still sitting down. ”I love ya an’ I always will.” His voice was a bit muffled due to him lightly pressing his face into his stomach though soon he pulled back and smirked up at him. ”But I’m still wild. No matter what ya think.” To prove his point, he moved a hand and pushed up the bottom of his shirt just enough so he could place a kiss on that defined abdomen. He shouldn’t have, he knew that, but he couldn’t resist. His lips spread into a grin against his when he heard their throat behind Marcel.

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