
The first time he came in the bar where I worked, I looked at him confused and lit up like a fucking tomato. What kind of tourist was THAT? Grey hair? He could barely be older than 25. No one of that age had grey hair. If I didn't have blue horns sticking out of my own head, I would probably have freaked out because of his tail. He asked me what kind of drink to get. I told him to try a Salty Dog, my personal favorite. And kind of fitting, considering the circumtances. He didn't seem to like it much. Hell, he didn't even know what it was! Its just vodka and grapefruit juice, gees...
The next thing I know, I'm being swung off in this guy's private jet, and my whole life is being thrown to hell. And,despite my original worries that he might be some freaky kind of criminal....or bank robber...or serial killer...or pedophile... Quatre Bornes has been in my life ever since. Although the pedo thought wasn't too far off, since he is 24 and I'm only 18. Don't tell him I said that, though. He gets pissy about his age.
My name is Ven. Ven Loraine.I'm 18 and German, thank you very much, although I haven't seen my home in several years. First shipped off to Scotland and that hole-in-the-wall bar, and then whisked away with some crazy model I just met. A model with a TAIL!
And despite what Q chooses to believe, my father was an incubus. That makes me a Cambion, the child of an incubus and a human. Hence the horns. And my fantastic ass of course.
Believe it or not, Q's most defining feature are his eyes. And, of course, he keeps them hidden behind those sunglasses most of the time, but when you see those eyes staring up at you at night...gives me the shivers.
But its okay, I love him anyway.
Yeah, my ass, Q.
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