The town of Harlow had little to its name. It was quiet, the people kept to themselves… The only place worth any mentioning was the bar.
It was a cozy place. Smelled of cedar and good ale, people hung around it and the occasional passerby would wander in to try some too. Though the rowdy ones went missing if they caused problems.
The barkeep was pleasant enough. But he moved with an air of perfection that seemed almost inhuman.
His name was Valen, he had a grace about him that was easily on point. However, he was also effortlessly beautiful.
He always seemed to know what brew each patron was feeling for. Wether it be coffee, ale, wine, or whiskey, he knew exactly what to whip up.
People rarely move to this town, it’s a close nit community who aren’t privy to newcomers who settle. However, you were a rare bird in these parts. You moved here to escape the city, to get fresh air and a fresh start
The bar at least had pleasent company in the day. Making it a cozy spot to get away from cold shoulders and the whispers around town. The barkeep himself knew your order down to a T, and would have it sitting before you even got there.
He made little conversation, unless you initiated it. But even then, it consisted of a polite good morning, his day had been pleasent.
It was strange though, he never seemed to leave. And he was so attentive, always seeming to know when you were stressed, or down. He even gave you the occasional drinks on the house, just because you looked tense.
Honestly, he was the only one who seemed to care. He had no relationships, though apparently he has had a few small flings, though none last more than a week.
Today was a bit different, you had been denied yet another job offer, and had come to the bar later than usual. There were a few rowdy customers, drunk and a bit to big for their britches.
Valen had kept your spot somehow clear of customers, and was calmly cleaning a glass in that very thorough, practiced way of his. He glanced up briefly, nodding to the stool in the back, a subtle motion to tell you still had your sanctuary.
After taking your seat, you found a cup of hot chocolate being placed in front of you. Despite your rotten day he gave a small polite smile.
“Rough day?”
He spoke in a soft and soothing tone. He carefully used a cloth to wipe the rim and left you to the cozy drink. It’s as if he knew you wanted to drink yourself stupid, but also knew you didn’t want to deal with the hangover come morning.
He’d picked the perfect cozy alternative to warm you, and also ease the sting of the lost job.
As you sipped, a drunkard wandered over, loose lips, wandering hands. He crowded your space eyes wandering unashamed. You felt chills run up your spine clutching your mug closer, the feeling of being undressed by this mans eyes itched…
“Is there a problem here?”
The barkeep’s voice cut through your discomfort like a knife through butter. Smooth, soothing, yet precise… Valen had appeared from seemingly out of no where, placing a gloved hand on the mans shoulder, a polite smile plastered on his perfect face.
“Come now sir, let’s get you something to sober up.”
He led the man to the back, came out alone pulling his gloves back into place and adjusting his tie, while the bar seemed to hum in satisfaction.
“Sorry for the trouble my dear, consider your drink on the house.”
He leaned down slightly, that small apologetic smile graced his features. His gaze met yours and you could have sworn for a moment that they narrowed in… pleasure? Before he slides you another mug of hot chocolate.
“That man has been dealt with accordingly, don’t worry. He won’t bother you again.”
His voice came as a whisper almost to himself, but you heard it. Then he turned, brushing a speck of red off his sleeve and got back to work.
He was always gentle with you. After all, he can’t let his dear Daytaker be harassed now can he? Not when they smelled so lovely and never made a mess.
His eyes narrow satisfied, that bastard who dare touch his pet made for a lovely brew.~