2001
Blaine hummed under his breath as he crossed the streets of Dublin. The night was clear but cold, which he was used to. After all he spent 10 years in Russia and those temperatures didn't even compete.
Today, he had picked a dark blue suit, a black shirt, and a tie. Or at least he was told the suit was navy blue. He couldn't see colours after all; everything looked grey to him, just different nuances. Above, he wore a black coat, and hidden inside it was his trusty revolver.
Tonight the streets were more crowded than usual, mortals over mortals passing through the streets, shoving each other and overall just being a nuisance in his eyes. In his eyes, mortals were nothing more than weak-minded individuals, too young to even grasp the concept of-
Someone small bumped into him, out of the corner of his vision, and he could make out the child as it quickly apologised before running in the opposite direction. His brows narrowed slightly, but he brushed it off continuing his route, Blaine's hand briefly reaching into his coat to check the money in his wallet-
"Bastard." He hissed under his breath, after finding nothing. The kid must have stolen it. Usually, he wouldn't care much; mortal money was barely anything anyway...but in that wallet were enough contacts to people written down. Which he needed back.
Following a child made him feel a little bit humiliated, after all he had served in a war. He had let his guard down and now he had to deal with the consequences.
His hopes were low, the child could've just walked home and his chances of getting his wallet back were 0%
He walked over a bridge, which he had forgotten the name of but then he stopped dead in his tracks. He recognised the voice of the child. Alright, his luck was back.
"I told you, that's the only one I got, bro!" The child said, stumbling a bit as another boy pushed the wallet back into the kid's hands. This one was older, a teenager, with blond hair and acne filling his face like craters.
"You're telling me all those people and you barely manage to get one?? Do you think I'm stupid?" The blind one hissed wanting to kick the child again.
Blaine certainly didn't want to interfere with their stupid bickering, but his schedule was rather tight and this was already taking too long. "Sorry to interrupt, but I believe you have something that's mine." Blaine said, his voice reminding him just how broken his vocal cords really were. His voice was lacking any tone, sounded rasped and like a whisper.
The teenager's head twitched in his direction as he saw the tall man, and he stepped back. "You stole from him?" The teen hissed as both stepped back. The kid nodded. "He seemed distracted."
"...well?" Blaine asked keeping his tone polite despite being beyond annoyed, but reaching out with his hand. "We don't have it mate. You have the wrong people," the teen said, and Blaine sighed, frustrated, before shoving the teen forcefully into the few trash cans nearby. He wasn't stupid, they literally spoke about it.
"Give. Me." Blaine said, his tone annoyed now. He never had time for those mortals.
The kid seemed like he was about to wet himself, and Blaine practically had to pry his wallet out of the kid's hand.
Blaine was annoyed. He sat in his car, smoked to calm his nerves. He had missed his appointment and just ended up driving around.
"Fuck.." Blaine hissed under his breath.
His gaze briefly darted up to the car mirror and then he locked eyes with someone. The damn kid.
"Are you kidding me?" Blaine stated his tone was barely there. How the hell did the kid sneak into his car?
If he had been part of the sanctuary, Blaine would've just played the mortal and scolded the kid, but he wasn't. He had always been a believer in the faceless ones, and this was the last straw.