Wanted: One Roommate (Sebastian)

[SIMON KINCAID]

The darkness was, in many ways, a curse. Simon missed the refreshed feeling he got stretching and cracking his spine after a long day as stone, and the power he got from it. He was weaker these days, unable to lift as much or run as fast, and Simon was a man who truly appreciated his physical prowess. As long as the darkness swirled above, he wasn't the man he was born to be. Now, that being said, he was certainly enjoying the continuous darkness. He never felt like he missed anything because he could be awake at a moments notice.

Not shifting had offered Simon a great deal of free time. Time that had once been spent solid stone was now spent wandering the streets, hitting on women and occasionally starting fights. He had found himself at the Silent Stone most nights of the week, and when not there then other rowdy hangout spots. He enjoyed the friends he had at the Silent Stone but there was something to be said about the idiot women he could find elsewhere, especially near the college campus and their local bars. Twenty one year old sluts were his specialty.

Tonight Simon found himself at an old hangout, though. It was strictly for nostalgic reasons since no gargoyle needed to be there these days. How many nights had he climbed up to the roof of City Hall just in time to shift? Now the roof was mostly empty. One man was there and as Simon walked closer he was able to see just who it was.

A smile spread on the mans face as he recognized his old comrade. He and Davenport went way back. Sure, they didn't hang out all the time, but they were the type of friends that could easily pick up after not speaking for years as though it had only been yesterday. Simon respected Sebastian because Sebastian, like himself, was an arrogant shit who refused to take shit from anyone. It had been a while since Simon had come across the raven haired man, though. Last he had heard Robert Snow had brought him someplace for punishment and then his secretary had set him free. Sebastian had done a fine job of keeping a low profile since, even with Snow out of the picture. Even his sister had been impossible to come by, but then again Prestine rarely made a presence if she didn't have to. Simon knew all too well she liked to stay holed away with her little "pets". Either way, it was nice to see her brother back.

"Not the person I expected to find up here on the roof." He said coolly making his way beside Sebastian and looking out at the city below them, greeting the man subtly. "It's been a beat since I've seen you around. You do realize your freedom is low on everyone's priority list, don't you?" He turned and smiled smugly at the man beside him. "Why don't you come have a drink?"

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

After a day gone to shit thanks to none other than Alyson’s buzz kill boss, Sebastian found himself needing a little bit of air. He’d been so pissed that if he didn’t just leave the house he was going to blow up on Alyson for being so reckless. She’d blame it on him and say it had been his fault that her boss found out that he was there, but she didn’t have to come back into the room a second time and try to plead with him to be quiet. He was trying to be quiet, dammit! So he just left the house to clear his head for a little while. He had a feeling that Alyson could use a few hours to herself as well.

Since the gargoyles were able to walk during the day the usual places where you’d find the grotesque statues were deserted. Who wanted to hang on a rooftop when you could spend your time elsewhere, mingling with the humans or sunbathing? The most crowded rooftop of the city, City Hall, was vacant of gargoyles that night. Not a soul could be found and Sebastian found himself alone with nothing but his thoughts and the sound of cars down below. It felt nice to be outdoors without having to worry about someone finding and capturing him. He wasn’t even sure if he was still a wanted gargoyle in the community. Robert Snow had chained him up and put him through hell because he’d taken Alyson. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it wasn’t for the fact that what he’d done had made the papers. But with the camps he was positive that the gargoyles had their hands full and could care less where Sebastian was at that point. He received bits and pieces of news from his sister. Not that she was a very good source but she knew more about what was going on with their kind than he had. Alyson didn’t exactly subscribe to Gargoyle Daily magazine.

Sebastian stood up there looking down at the city for well over an hour. Because he was so sure that he would be left alone that his guard was down and he didn’t even hear the soft footsteps coming behind him. ”Not the person I expected to find up here on the roof.” The sound of a voice that wasn’t his own startled him but you wouldn’t be able to tell that by looking at him. His eyes widened a bit, trying to figure out who the voice belonged to before he turned around. It certainly wasn’t Robert Snow and if it was one of his henchmen then they wouldn’t sound so calm. Yet the voice was familiar.. who did it belong to? He peeked over his shoulder first with an arched brow, catching a glimpse of the man with blonde hair. Slowly he turned around to face the other gargoyle with a big smirk across his face. “Simon. Kincaid.” He said the name slow almost like a taunt.

”It’s been a beat since I’ve seen you around. You do realize your freedom is low on everyone’s priority list, don’t you?” It was nice to have someone confirm what he suspected. Just like he thought, who would be looking for him when there were more pressing matters like the humans finding out the Guardians actually existed? He hadn’t seen Simon in what felt like ages. They moved in similar circles but rarely ever together. ”Why don’t you come have a drink?” A drink sounded like a great idea. But then again he was certain Simon would suggest going to the Silent Stone, which he knew was a regular hangout for the other gargoyle, and Sebastian wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with the others of his kind just yet. Surely some of them wouldn’t care how high he was on the list of priorities. They’d sell him out faster than you could count to ten. “You never bothered to visit when I was detained,” he said in his usual smartass way. “A care package would have been nice. But I guess you can try to make it up to me with a nice scotch.”

[SIMON KINCAID]

“You never bothered to visit when I was detained,” Simon raised a brow and pursed his lips into a gentle pout, hiding a smirk. "A care package would have been nice. But I guess you can try to make it up to me with a nice scotch.” The smile slid out easily onto his angled face, the creases at his eyes wrinkling and showing his actual age some. "Come now, you know if I knew where you were I would have sent the best damn care package imaginable." He slid an arm over Sebastian's shoulder and looked out into the dark city. It seemed like any other November night, save for the lack of stars. The darkness from the tree had taken care to not let those shine through, even at night much. "Next time send me a postcard and I'll be sure to do just that." He squeezed the other mans shoulder and gave it a pat.

"Come," He said finally pulling away and taking a step back, wanting Sebastian to do the same. He had initially had every intention of hanging up there alone to look out at the city, but a drink with an old friend sounded like a far better idea. "I know a nice hole in the wall with a good liquor selection. There's even some pleasant looking women hanging about." His smile was wide though his mouth remained closed as they headed towards the side of the building. It wasn't as easy as it once was to scale the buildings, but they were still made for that.

Once down on the ground Simon slid his hands into his pocket and walked beside Sebastian, leading him to the small, shady bar he liked to frequent. "So, what have you been up to lately?" He asked raising a brow at his companion as they strolled together, the November chill rolling in the breeze and whipping their hair around. Simon never minded the cold until the Darkness came around. It wasn't nearly as comfortable on his weakened body. "And what's that sister of yours been doing?"

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

”Come now, you know if I knew where you were I would have sent the best damn care package imaginable.” The other gargoyle put his arm around Sebastian’s shoulders and he couldn’t help but want to retract away. The pair of them had been buddy-buddy over time but it didn’t mean they were the best of pals. Sebastian knew just as he was positive Simon knew that they were willing to stab one another in the back if something came between them. Then again Sebastian was that way with everyone. He didn’t have real friends. They were all mere acquaintances to him. ”Next time send me a postcard and I’ll be suer to do just that.” He smirked and gave Simon a sidelong glance. If Simon wanted to know where Sebastian was he was sure the other gargoyle would have found a way to obtain that knowledge. He was useful and had a bit of pull. He just didn’t always use it in ways that Sebastian liked.

”Come,” Simon pulled away and Sebastian reluctantly did the same, moving away from the ledge and following after him. Why? Because it beat going back to see Aly when he was still in a sour mood. ”I know a nice hole in the wall with a good liquor selection. There’s even some pleasant looking women hanging about.” How long had it been since Sebastian had been with another woman? It felt like ages since he’d had a fling with an intoxicated floozy down a back alley. He missed it and a part of him wanted to blame Aly for the fact that he didn’t go out anymore. But deep down he knew that he had nobody to blame but himself. He had agreed to stop sleeping around if he wanted her to want him around. “Well if drinks are on you then how could I say no to that?” He gave Simon his sarcastic little smile and followed after the gargoyle, escalating down the side of the building until he landed with his feet firm on the ground. He didn’t know exactly where Simon would be taking him but as long as it wasn’t the Silent Stone then he’d willingly go anywhere.

”So, what have you been up to lately?” He looked to Simon, strolling through the dark by his side and snorted. “You mean besides spending time chained up in Snow’s little torture room?” Sebastian asked sarcastically. He was positive that Simon knew all about that. The chilly breeze hit him in the face and caused him to stiffen up, stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his coat for warmth. He enjoyed the cold but it seemed like it was colder than usual for November. “I think my reputation is starting to catch up with me. And not in a good way,” nobody was looking for him at the moment, he was positive, but it didn’t mean that if and when things finally died down that they wouldn’t seek him out again. ”And what’s that sister of yours been doing?” “Your guess is as good as mine. She’s holed up somewhere with one of her little illegals playing dress up I’m sure. I didn’t know you had such an interest in her.” Sebastian couldn’t deny that his sister was good looking. All the Davenports had been good looking and he wondered sometimes if they weeded out the ugly ones, killing them and only keeping those who would grow up attractive. He could see his father doing something like that. But Simon wasn’t good enough to Prestine. That’s right, Sebastian actually felt like it was his brotherly duty to make sure that his beloved sister didn’t end up with a sociopath. Her human toys were nothing for him to worry about. She did them more harm than they ever could to her. But a gargoyle man? That was another story. Nobody would take advantage of his sister.

“And what’s kept you busy lately? Has Snow tried to lynch you yet?” He smirked, knowing that Simon could be a beast. He was a predator just like Sebastian. Except that Simon knew how to deal with people better than Sebastian did. He couldn’t deny he envied the way that Simon managed to manipulate people in ways that even Sebastian thought was impossible. It was probably the way the words just rolled off his tongue. They didn’t know that the soothing tone of Simon’s voice was laced with poison.

[SIMON KINCAID]

“Your guess is as good as mine. She’s holed up somewhere with one of her little illegals playing dress up I’m sure." He had to smile and chuckle softly, remembering Prestine's fondness for having her men dress in ridiculous outfits. He'd never stood for that, though he was more than willing to play with her in those little get ups. The schoolgirl outfit was his particular favorite. "I didn’t know you had such an interest in her.” Again the chuckle rumbled low in his throat. "My interests lie purely in her chambers. Don't be so surprised, Sebastian. It's not as though she tries to hide her promiscuity." Simon was well aware that he was discussing Sebastian's sister's sexual affairs, not something he was sure the Davenport boy would care much for, but it wasn't a secret the girl was a hussy, and if Sebastian wanted to deny it he was only fooling himself. Simon decided not to harp on the subject too long though. Talking about your sexual escapades with someones sister was in poor taste, even for him. "But really, I was only curious." He added to try and settle the topic, and Sebastian.

“And what’s kept you busy lately? Has Snow tried to lynch you yet?” This actually caught Simon's attention. Had Sebastian not heard? He would have thought everyone knew at this point. He raised a brow and then looked forward once more as they walked on, the chill biting at his nose. "Snow couldn't lynch me even if he wanted. The man's a vegetable, Sebastian." He turned and watched his friend, catching his clear, crystal blue eyes. They were so cold it even chilled Simon to look at them. "He was shot in the head at that little rebellion to let those in cages out. No one's seen him since. His second in commands been kind enough to take over for him, even fired that kitten secretary." Simon smirked, knowing he wouldn't have minded landing that piece of tail given the opportunity. "Like I said, you're a bit low on everyone's radar, Bastian."

Simon turned the corner and immediately moved into an alcove, pulling at the door and opening it from his comrade. The bar was dimly lit and it had the air of someplace old, maybe something out of the fifties. There was cigar smoke and light jazz playing, small tables set up and people hanging around, some older, some that looked closer to their age. "Order what you like, drinks on me." He reminded as the pair cozied up to the bar.