"Apollo" - Self
"Sinnabun"- Self, Alice
"OddBall" - By the Grimm Family
"Applesauce, Sunshine, Lulu, David" -By Nao
"Q-Tip, Love Child of Jareth, the Goblin King & Dracula" - By Alice
"Teach" - By Margo

"Cookie Monster" - By Sahara
"Swan Murderer" - By Alice, Nao
"Swan fucker" - By Bolt

"He-Devil Goldie Locks" - By Ama
"Mister Swan" -The Community that reads The Weekly Swantinel


Male † Pure-blood Vampire & Day-walker  Elder One of Four Siblings


(Insert some prophetic prose here)

Careful where you step, Sweetheart. Not all that lurks in the night hides in shadows. Some Monsters are made of Sunshine & Gold, smiling at you from across the street in broad Daylight."  



Blood relatives

The below Family tree credit goes to Valentine Grimm. Image by Sahara

Parents - Godric Grimm and Isolde Grimm - unknown status
Eldest Brother - Valentine Grimm - Unknown Status
Niece as Fledgling to Valentine -Екатерина Вахров -Unknown Status (is subject to change based upon Player's decision or past for character)
Second Eldest Brother - Leopold Grimm - Unknown Status
Younger Sister - Sahara "Frost" Grimm - In contact
• No children
• No Fledglings.







 This little hellion is a storm of chaos at the heels of their enemies. As frigid as her powers are and she attempts to be, Apollo is one of the few who sees her 'soft' side. She is someone he always wishes to protect. This is the only one who he never felt abandoned him in his family. They are a strange pair. Best friends. Wing-man/Wing-woman and all. Onlookers may mistake them for lovers, especially with how much they tease each other, but their opinions are far from the truth.


Part 1

Apollo: "We're going to a small mountain town. Where else do you think the Dwarves keep themselves locked up at? And we're stealing a blood ruby, about the size of my fist...or maybe it was bigger." -Gives his hand a confused look-

Sahara: "You'll be the reason for my jail time, one day, Apollo. I don't understand why you have to go and steal things. Aren't you afraid of what Valentine will do if he finds out?"

Apollo: "Psh. Does it look like I care what Valentine thinks? It's not like the man hasn't done any worse. He isn't exactly role model material. Plus, I'll bail you out. You know I would. Then you would be a wanted prisoner." -chuckles-

Part 2

Sahara: "I think I'm in love, Apollo."

Apollo: -rolls eyes- Are you serious? Whose ass am I going to have to kick now?


(insert more prophetic prose here)

Shameless Flirt
Non-committal but not impossible for more.


Ten Years Ago:

A long hallway painted in black stretched on for what felt like miles. You've already crossed through that rackety door from the alleyway. A strange place for the entrance to any place of business. The hallway smelt of fresh paint and primer. Makes sense since the walls caught the light as you walk by. The paint was still drying. The nearer you came to the room at the end the better you heard them: Young monsters talking of things that should never be.

"Have ya ever been in love, Apollonius?" A female's southern accent filled the air. Quieter than it normally did but that's due to the expansiveness of the room they were in. Massive and more like a warehouse main floor than the back-end of a building's first floor.

"Love?" A confused but pleased voice responded. For a moment, silence settled between them. Why ask a question like that?

"Yes, love. Idiot. You know when-"

"I know what love is , Rosewillow."A breathless sigh slipped past his lips. "No, I've never been in love. "

"Have you ever wanted to be in love?"


"Why not?"

"Because love gets in the way."

"In the way of?" A playful growl rumbled in his chest. Apollonius rolled from his back onto his side. One arm propped up his head while the other reached out to touch her cotton candy colored hair. That crazy long mane of hers laid sprawled out beneath her head. Stark contrast to the grey floors and her fair flesh. It's a rare moment for these two. They are the only ones to see this side of each other. Carefree, innocent, and blissful. The time when hopes and dreams have yet to be retaliated by reality.

"Of doing what's necessary."

"Necessary is a blurred line, Apollonius. You know that."

"I do and my resolve remains the same."

"Will you ever fall in love?"

"God, I hope not." A fond smile pulled at his lips and softened those glacial eyes. There was a romantic hidden behind his layers.

"Why?" Rosewillow turned her head to meet his. Faces mere inches away. Green eyes, the kind cut from emeralds in a swirling green jungle, peered up at him.

"Because it means I would be a sap. And what good would I be then?"


There are few people who have entered into Apollo's life that he holds dear. Beyond his sister and those loyal to him that make up his crew, there are only a select few he would consider friends. Even fewer that he would admit were or are lovers. Apollonius would refuse to admit it to anyone else besides them for fear that one day those he holds dear will be dragged into any conflict. Beneath that movie star appearance or attitude, is a loyal, protective, and honorable friend/lover. His friends are few, but they are mighty.





D E M O N  D I R E W O L F


A shared history of broken promises, earth-shaking convictions, and drawn out love. There's a flickering flame left for these two. But put them together long enough and it's a scorching inferno. Apollo believes now more than ever this was the one that got away. A love meant to burn rather than feed his shattered soul. Though they'll always be fond friends, occasionally the lines blur in his mind. Together they walk a tight rope between friends and would be lovers. Alone, they are the power houses of an under world.


Part 1

Naomi: Your hair is so messed up haha you should go look in a....uh..

Apollo: Look in a what?

Naomi: Uhhhhmm

Apollo: I want to hear you say it.

Part 2

Naomi: You're acting like a high school girl.

Apollo: I am the definition of a high school girl.


Part  3 - "The Joke: The Love Child"

Naomi: ...Apollo?

Apollo: It is not a phase, Pup. This is who I truly am.

Naomi: I'm calling you David Bowie from now on.

Apollo: ...Its Jareth.

Naomi: Nope, David.

Apollo: *slams fist on table* I AM THE GOBLIN KING!

Naomi: *stares*

Apollo: *glares*

Naomi: *blinks* But...Vampires can't be Goblins...

Apollo: Don't tell me how to live my life! *is the definition of a high school girl*






After they interfered with each other's hunt, Apollo invited the Hunter along for an adventure. He has Rogues to kill and she is a Hunter. Their relationship is mutually beneficial. At first, he did it out of curiosity: he wanted to know more about how the Fun Sized Smurf ticked. They bantered in a way he didn't with others and it was bound to become an obsession. She keeps him on his toes and he knows he does the same for her. He invited her into a world she knows nothing about: His world.  Will she come to regret it or love it?


Part 1

Q-tip: "What do you know, the Smurf has a sense of humor..."

Twinkle Toes: "Am no' a fuckin' Smurf, ya bollix dit."

Q-tip: "Fine. No Smurf. You don't seem as mischievous as them anyways and that wouldn't be any fun. Twinkle work better?"

Twinkle Toes: "Am warse than a Smurf could ever be."

Part 2

Q-Tip: “Sure you aren’t a Smurf? You sure are playful enough to be one. Fun sized, too.”

Twinkle Toes: "Ya want yer dick 'fun sized' too? Am sure I could take off a few inches perfectly fine."







This precious little vessel first crossed Apollo's path in a bar. With a sweet promise and cheers to the next "bite" Apollo promised to cross Omega's path again. Omega doubted the toast would ever come true. Never doubt the Elder. For in his promise, Nikolas walked straight into trouble. Dabbling in his own curiosity he neared death three times in one night. First at the hand of Ricky, and twice by the equally as sarcastic Helena. Hence Nikki boy's nickname, Smartass. In his own mischief, Apollonius rescued the mortal from his companions and whisked him away for a healing drink. Apart they are completely different. Together they are smooth little criminals. Breaking and Entering may just become a habit...

Part 1

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• Apollo LOVES  all Cookies; hence his nickname: Cookie Monster. 
• Apollo has a Sim Character.
• Apollo's Spirit Animal is the Swan.


Apollo Collage + Family Tree Credit: Sahara Grimm

FC when used: Lucky Blue Smith
Family credit and some background ideas behind Apollo go to Valentine.
Picture credit goes to their respected artists/model(s). 

Everything else is my original creation, including Apollo's past/history.

Anything Swan related is part of an on-going joke. Feel free to ask if you want to start being a part of it. ^_^

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  • Agnes rolled her eyes when he teased. Unlike  her parents whom had a history of lovers, Agnes was the fiercely loyal type, her interest in the one she was with never faltered and the two were approaching two years.

    "His name is Theodore, he goes by Ted or Teddy, he's a mutanic demon that was brought up from a laboratory that he ended up destroying after he devoured a lady he was obsessed with. Found him on the street, he ate me, I liked him, you know how difficult crushes can be." Talking about him  had already  caused a change in body language, her shoulders drooped slightly as that tough exterior melted into calmness. " We talked about how much of a hot mess we both were, our differences, and we hit it off." There was an underlying tone of sadness in her words, Agnes sighed gently. "We were madly in love with each other, but then he wanted to be immortal like me. There were multiple facilities of the same laboratory, so he went to another one and...they snipped his memory of me. Ted still found his way back to me, but...he wasn't really the same, I still love him though." Agnes muttered, her gaze resting on the glass of whiskey. Did she talk too much? Would he listen? Who knew.

    "Did you...love my mom? Or was she a one night stand?" That question was was curiously buzzing around in her mind. Whatever his answer was probably wouldn't change her opinion about him.

  • The Elder's words hit him suddenly, cold as ice as it snapped him out of the slump he'd fallen into, the aid of liquor and reminiscence of the event. It started like a chill at his spine, not reaching his head until he'd had a second to fully take in those two words, and what they were. His posture stood at attention little by little to the sharp edged tone. By all means, the voice he heard was not one he expected to leave the other's mouth. At first, he wasn't even sure why. It reflected all the same in light blue hues which were now widened. Nikolas' lips parted. They came together again when he realized he didn't have any words to come out.

    It seemed, he didn’t have to speak. All he had to do was listen. His stare didn't waver any despite their nagging 'want' to study the table a little further. And so, Nik held a surprisingly neutral face as the sharpness of those words hit him head on. A semi-wounded look in those eyes might gave hint that he was working to keep it there.

    Maybe it wasn't a matter of having to speak, or not. He was at the point where the words being spoken were worth more than interjecting and leaving himself with a cliffhanger. Was his heart still beating? Probably. It didn't quite feel like it at the given moment. When he felt a pause, Nik pried his attention away briefly. An exhale came from deep within his chest. "I'm sorry. I wasn't meaning to put words in your mouth, I just..." Just... what did he mean, then? His voice tapered off to silence when he lost where he was going with it, glancing back again.

    Make no further promises, it seemed, Apollo had already figured him out until thus far. With extra effort to hide the half-smile he had the notion to give, he stared at the bar counter and nodded his head. The vampire's tone of voice had seemingly cooled off, but he wasn't in the clear quite yet. Until the chuckle was heard anyways. Nikolas let that smile pass this time around and moved a hand up to sweep through his hair once. "Again. I'm sorry, and... thank you. For everything, really. I'll... be more careful next time."

    Next time? Odds were, there most certainly was. When Apollo's gaze shifted to the window his followed some time after, and as he did. the room itself seemed less dark than it had the moment before. With an audible exhale Nik slid off his bar stool. An immediate soreness in his chest was telling him that he'd regret what he'd done for a week or so to come, if he was lucky anyways. "I should head back anyways... get some sleep now that I probably can."

    [*Scurries to the chat*]

  • Agnes' brow furrowed, whatever he was going on about may have vexed her, watching as he stared at the glass between them longingly. Fortunately, he cut right to the chase, which made Agnes cringe in the slightest. "Ugh..." She muttered in utter disgust. "Well you'll never fucking know." She spoke more clearly, keeping that tough exterior, that she labels as composure, stable. She's heard her dad call her mother a whore, he was one to talk, but hearing her love life coming from other partners was something else. Unnecessary, a little too irrelevant almost, however naturally, in the back of her mind, she was slightly curious if they were still seeing each other.

    "Besides." Agnes began, her posture was more relaxed as she stretched her arms. "I'm committed to someone already, and if I wasn't, you wouldn't be my type. You're too....classy." Disgusting, she thought.

  • Not too long ago that very same girl had crashed into someone else. Someone tall and thin as a rail, with the bluest of blue eyes, crazy red hair that stuck of everywhere at all times, and a perpetual sardonic smirk plastered across his face. The person in question had been none other than Azazel Morgenstern; resident magician, true mastermind behind the carnival, and Prince of Hell. Just your everyday guy. Oh, and also one of the biggest, most shameless assholes anyone would be unfortunate to meet. He hadn't bat an eye when the little girl had bumped into his knees, he hadn't bothered to even look at her, or acknowledge her existence. When who was clearly the mother had run to catch up with her daughter, he hadn't concealed the annoyance he had felt. He had displayed it to his maximum capacity, in fact. He has never been particularly good at hiding his emotions, not unless he's emotionally wounded and so his walls go up sometimes without him even being aware of it. Otherwise, what people see is what people get.

    There's no sugarcoating with him either. When the woman apologizes over and over again for her daughter's actions, the demon holds a hand up at some point, hoping the abrupt gesture will shut her the fuck up. It doesn't. She continues to babble on and on, unaware of what is going on through his head. In a great display of self control he restrains himself for reaching out for her neck with his pale, bare hands and snapping it or strangling her. Instead, he watched with his eyes narrowed into slits, until he's had enough. He'd used that very same hand to give a pretty flick of his wrist to wave her off, dismissing the one sided conversation as unimportant.

    ''Brats will be brats. We can both agree on that.'' The woman frowned at first, then she watched him go on his merry way with her mouth slightly hanging open. She muttered something under breath, something anything but flattering that's for sure, but he paid no attention.

    It was ironic, really, how much children irritated him. Considering the fact that he was a father himself. Of ten year old twins nonetheless. Surely, someone who has experienced the joys of fatherhood such as he should be more patient and considerate towards someone so innocent, so ignorant to how the world works. Make no mistake, he's actually a totally different person when it comes to his two bundles of joy and not the abusive jerk many may think him as. He does love his children, truly. Just not other people's.

    Feeling himself entitled to do whatever the hell he wants, he brings a cigarette to his mouth. The cancer stick lights itself as soon as it makes contact with his lips. A few looks of disapproval are sent his way, which he returns by smiling in that mocking way of his he's so well known for. He's a walking chimney, there's no other way to put it. Had it not been for his inhuman status, his lungs would have suffered the consequences of years of endless smoking ages ago. 

    A worker in charge of a nearby booth shakes her head, though she doesn't seem to be upset about the scene she just witnessed. She looks somewhat amused about her boss's antics, in fact. She claps her hands together, just once. ''Bravo. You just met your daily quota of upsetting a child.''

    That shameless expression remains unchanged from the demon's face. ''Don't forget the mother.'' He takes a drag of his cigarette, then puffs out a long cloud of cigarette smoke, which shapes itself into a snake mid air. 

    ''I thought you were going to strangle her.''

    He mock scoffs. ''One dead body means one less costumer to empty their pockets into this lovely place we call our home.'' The only thing he seems to care about. Making money. Which wouldn't make much sense since he's already filthy rich. So what his true motives are? Leaning over the counter top, he reaches out for one of those huge, round lollipops adorned with multicolored stripes. 

  • He wasn't at all incorrect. Simple truly was and is always enough for Sahara. Ironically so, even. One of the many reasons she loved her brother was that he could always see right through her. 'Hold on to that distaste.' She could do that well enough. The baby Grimm gently nipped her lips at his finger tips before he pulled away.

    It was then that she began to listen to his story. His dream. Apollonius always did have big dreams, didn't he? Well, it wasn't as if she was any better. She too had her own dreams. Albeit, they were the type that would never come true given what she was. What they were.

    "Fifteen minutes." She repeated to Apollo, to assure him that she understood the time frame. "Until then," Sahara began, reaching for one of her brother's hands so that she could pull him towards her if permitted, "won't you entertain me, dear brother?"

  • Alice's exterior hardened just as much as her interior did. Those stone eyes, often glazed over with a spark of fire shadowed into that of a bloodthirsty stare of him, to him, that small glimpse of his might have amounted more that he attuned for. Should he have looked harder he might have went past the wall. But a hunter with her skill level had a basic knowledge of defending her mind against attacks. Sure, such as Neseva, a colleague of hers, who could read minds on a dim, he might find it a bit more difficult to. Her heart however? It was just as clouded and lost as her mind.

    But the matter lay now that she was looking at him as though she were about to combust him into a million little slivers. "Stop talking to me like ya know me, Apollonius." She hisses. "We are not friend, we are not buddies." She spoke in a strong tone. "I don't care. I care aboot me parents, that's as far as care as I go. They are dead, the things that die? Dead. Me one day? Dead. Gone, lost ferever. Why grieve and whine aboot somethin' that's already gone." The venom in her voice was tangible compared to the catastrophe that was going on currently in her mind, the true contradiction that perhaps was right in a way. "Am fightin' to kill me sister. To prove a point of who I am an' what will happen to those that cross me. Think about it an' stop tryin' to understand me fer it. Again, they were killed, I was little. No need to cry about it anymore.

    Lacking the social ability to continue on with the conversation the huntress dropped it and hopefully he did too, now tuning him out as a iguana did to outside noises. Instead of closing her eyes, however, she turned her head away to leave him alone with it. " She did her crying, far too much of it to be in fact. But as she often told herself it was done and over with.

    Finally, he left it alone. Or so she hoped that he did. Instead what was a dead heart became a dead smell in the air that had festered and rotted for who knows how long. Alice recoiled at the smell but it wasn't the worst that she had ever smelt in her life. It would just take a moment for her to get over the smell itself. Her face scrunched, regardless. Putting lines near her nose while she followed him into this shack. There was blood and now the accompanied smell of burnt flesh to follow it. Brilliant.

    Alice followed him through the building as he remarked about the blood. They came across one of his goonies that Alice only bared a glance to. Motioning them inside for some unheard of reason. There must be the reason in there for what was happening on around here. Good thing they shifted their gaze too, don't need everyone always staring at her. She didn't mind gruesome scenes, they plagued her most of her life, so when the warning was given Alice only looked at Apollo when he looked back but said nothing more about it, her eyes read, 'go' though. 

    Thus she followed him in, not caring for the state of which this place might appear to be. The blood looked fresh, or recently in death considering it was not yet brown to the walls that were stained by it. But the pools showed that there had been a mass killing here and it left a mark. Not like the heat of the air was helping it at all. It left the warming stench to fill the air and only added to the disgusting helping of it in the air. The scrunch never left her nose. Alice turned up her head, trying her best to ignore it, but she could already see that the smell itself would haunt her for some time. But the point to make here was that there were several wrenching smells, but no bodies.

    Alice had seen a lot in her time, but this was close to taking the cake with that. She looked around then to the mural of pictures, but they did not look as though it was to pay respects for the dead, but furthermore to show the bodies that once were, but as well as Apollo himself. This looked like some deep shit that he had gotten himself into here. He was older, that meant lots of enemies, but this one must top the cake of them all, if Apollo even knew. Point was, he was always being watched. By who or what was unknown. The photos. Alice took mental notes of the pictures, gliding her stoned eyes over them, walking ever the more closer to them. It was one set thought that caught here eyes. Caught the full attention of her. Apollo disappeared, the smell disappeared. Her face turned to stone, her body became stiff with fright and anger. Her eyes shadowed but sparked with hate, love, and most of all confusion. A weak spot that he might have actually been able to penetrate and see in if he so pleased in those moments, but now she did her best to mold them back together.

    Why the fuck were her parents photos there?

    She stared at them with her eyebrows going up higher on her head but wrinkling with astonishment. Alice didn't hear him, not yet. She tried to see why her parents were on this list. What could he ever have possibly been to them? When were these taken. Why were they here? Her plush lips parted with a silent gasp as she gaped at the photo but quickly she curved her eyes away ans snapped her mouth shut, turning on her heel sharply. She wanted to scream at him and demand answers, but it looked like this was just as confusing to him. She could still ask how though. How and why were her parents here. He was in shock too it looked though. She would not get the answers that she wanted, but there was a new found hate there for him, as though he were the cause of her parents deaths. Did Sam know? Fucking Sam. It meant she needed to kill her more now.

    "I do as I damn well please." She gritted out, hoping that he did not catch on to where she was staring and that her mind shattered upon seeing that. She would not be laying low, no, it meant her killing would increase. Hunt after hunt, until the anger was channeled and she became stone again to get this out of her mind, and to fill in any cracks. "Who is watching you?" Maybe she could get answers herself, if he could give them.

  • Agnes didn't like that smug, devious grin of his, narrowing her eyes and leaning more onto the bar with her arms crossed, wearing her father's scowl. He didn't know her, she wasn't Naomi, she was more rugged  than her. Hell, when it came to violence, there was nothing subtle about her. Murderous outings happened almost every night, until she had put a dent in the city's population. She had done terrible, terrible things to her own father, from having his fingers collected in a jar to serving him, Alice, Nikki, Sly, and her own beloved a cake with Jason's heart as the main ingredient. The best part, he didn't know when she managed to kill him and remove his heart. So yes, Agnes had a bad rep and whatever Apollo was about to tell her may or may not move her in the slightest.

    With an icy stare, two words escaped her lips. "Try me."

  •      --- But to whom is a monster truly a monster?

    Words unbidden, falling into silence as if but a fleeting thought. Not spoken out loud, yet reminiscing in the abysmal black that surrounded them.

    How many tongues does one need to s i l e n c e ~?  

         His expectations were met; the knife did not meet flesh, yet the other’s hand grasped his wrist and pulled the shell forward. As a grunt of pain was forcefully exhumed as the knee met his abdomen, a sense of maniacal exhilaration swelled.

         He found exactly what he had been looking for. Yet… one more thing remained uncertain. He perused-

    Provoking the potentially lethal was the most satisfying pastime indeed.

         Motions were swift, nearly mirroring the vampire’s in force and accuracy. The ginger’s free hand clapped firmly onto the man’s leg a few inches beneath the kneecap, keeping it arched up while his anatomy shifted. Teeth bit down into Apollo’s leg, right above the knee that had just collided with his abdomen. Jaw popped, back teeth cracked with the sheet force of the bite as the mortal shell abided by the parasite’s motions. There were no ground rules against fighting dirty.

         The bite was quickly released, yet the man’s grip on Apollo’s leg held resolute while his momentum swiftly pivoted. His entire weight backed the shoulder closest to Apollo, which slammed directly into his chest with the intent of knocking him off balance.

         “It must be so difficult for you to take a life- ;;” Somewhere amidst the chaos, his voice pooled into the abyss. No elaboration granted, yet the statement seemed oddly unfinished --  threading off with an air of expectancy

  • "But don'ya'knoo? The Hatter be the big bad wolf in the story. That tea be makin' ya crazy. Keeps ya locked down, no escape. It's like drugs." It wouldn't be a surprise if she often put wonderland and the God ol' Holy place that was the Asylum that she lived at as a child to Wonderland. It had the evil queen, the good queen. The Tweedles, the townsfolk. Everything was just as it would be in the story itself. Then you have Alice who was just trying to figure it all out, would she ever get out of the fucking tunnel? That was a question one may never get an answer to, not in her lifetime.

    Alice found it selfishly hard to believe that he would care for he dead to a high extent. She went her whole career to do one thing which was to kill. Kill or be killed, it was something she learned to go by her entire life. It's something Jorgan put into her head, her late mentor that a wolf-skulled demon killed. Until then death was just a property of decay. The dead belonged to the earth, which was one place that she was not ready to be, so why cry about it? Her lip turned up at the truth in his words. Was this his Elder side talking? Attempting to match some stride of pride that Elders were supposed to have? Like they were supposed to come off as some godly being to the others below them? How would that play out when he was up against his match? 

    Alice sneered to herself now, the corner of her mouth pulling up as the curl of her lip sowed the thoughts that were playing out in her head. "Speak fer yerself. Death is death. Me first kill was a vampire, I was fourteen. I jammed a leg of a chair through his chest. Killed him. I never felt remarse fer it, I never envisioned his blood on me hands; an' me sure as hell wasn't shook by it." She went on, brutally honest. Every note that left her voice was like cold blocks of ice personally chipped off her heart. "The only death that mattered was me parents. It was the only thing that haunted me an' ever will."

    Her tone dropped even further, daring him to think of her differently. Perhaps stop thinking about her like some bomb to defuse but understand that she was a loss cause in care. It was gone long ago. "I don' remember them. I remember me parents shredded on the floor an' I remember the monsters that did it. I remember why I do this; why I kill. That's all I need to remember. Anythin' else can rot fer all I care. The dead are dead, an' the livin' are no different." She spat those words out like venom, budding spit on her lip. "We all be here like it will change anythin', it won't. The world is still dyin'. Death still looms. Death don' remember er care, so why should I? Why should I stick me neck out to remember the dead when they are fallen. Done. I won't waste one mare blink on em." Alice ground out, call if schizoid if it helped. "I only make his work a little mare easier. Bloody simple." She could be called an enemy, a monster, she didn't care. As long as she got her fix in it all.

    He should have been able to see it by now, how withdrawn she was of her own humanity. Was it always that way or was it simply stripped away? Wonderland could do that to you. 

    Did Alice catch that? It was hard to tell. Her eyes had been fixed on him the moment her feet crunched against the cold ground under her. Waiting for his next move; what he wanted to shower her so bad in this rickety shack of his.

  • A lofty gaze went from the glass, to Apollo, then back unto the glass again. Permission granted, curiosity killed the cat. The glass was picked up, shifted closer and left to linger above the counter surface in his hand. Nikolas had paused to listen- who knew he did that from time to time? Well, he was, curiosity settled on his expression. He'd never tried it. Coffee, sweetness? The general drink of choice at Sanctum being one part coffee and one part pure sugar, he had a good feeling about it. A sip was taken when he felt like he'd stared at it long enough. There was a pause. The glass was sat back down and Nikolas gave a nod of approval before sliding it back. 

    One question after another was rattled off as they came to him. Whether it was the newness that said information held or a little alcohol to loosen his lips, there was no shame to it. He had to be better off in asking up front this time around rather than his stunt within the alley. When he ran out of immediate questions, Nikolas came to lean against the bar counter with one elbow propped upon it. fist against his temple he would lean on it ever so slightly.

    Nikolas' eyes fell onto the counter just briefly at the mentioning of his upbringing. His expression wouldn't change too drastically, yet he could dwell to the fact all the same. Even as he was, he hadn't come to know it for long, but he understood what thinking towards the past could do to someone. A half smile was flashed and he looked upward across the bar. "Yeah... didn't think of it that way. I guess I could understand it." The chuckle was shared in response to the last question and he ran a hand through his hair absently. "Good... good. Let me know, I'll try not to forget mailing a card."

    A wayward stare went to the window Apollo housed his attention upon. When it offered Nik nothing, he let his eyes settle back on the Elder himself. Once more, he did his best to 'get it'. He had his own memories he'd forgotten, most of them claimed to the time spent in highschool where not a word of Shakespeare made it through once he was finished with it. Nor calculus, nor... well, and so on. And then, memories burned in his head. Mostly good, some bad. As long as he kept the good head of the bad. Before he could think to do otherwise, his gaze caught Apollo's knowing look almost begrudgingly. There was something about the sentiment over the demon that put a pit in his chest. Subtly chastising, causing his mouth to be drawn to a thin line. For lack of a better plan nor any valid statement, Nikolas said not a word.

    "An errand..." A light poke to the subject was given. In no place to demand any information further, he took it as it was. His glance went to the bottles behind Apollo thoughtfully. "Yeah... they'd just gotten started when I came by." A ghost of a smirk was visible, surviving for the moment before it was wiped off. "Even if I was successful... that was it. That's all I was gonna do and I would've kept going. You might've not even wasted your time here, y'know?" Nikolas shrugged his shoulders, inspecting the wood grain on the bar yet again. "I should've stayed home, tried to sleep."

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