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olivia taylor-richards vampire,       empire

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kieranmurphyisgreat‌

His own grin was telling in its delight as he rolled his eyes affectionately at the offhanded comment. “Tiring more than anything else,” he agreed with a nod, returning the gesture with a hold on one of her fingers, lingering before letting her go. Hands free, they don’t go far as they linger for a second, unsure, before they find the pockets of his jeans. Hm. Should he be truly honest and tell her that he sulked around for the majority of the one hundred years since she’d left? How honest should he be?  

“You were never a replacement.” He said suddenly, unexpectedly, and his eyes widened slightly. Sighing, reaching up to awkwardly touch his jaw, Kieran glanced down at his shoes and did his best to work out his thoughts. It may have seemed like a change in topic but it wasn’t - sometimes he just had to get off topic to find his way back to the conversation. 

“I just mean that I never want you to get the impression that I’m replacing someone or that I’m just trying to keep you around because I’m lonely or…” Shaking his head, frustrated by his lack of progress with what he wanted to really say, he breathed slowly through his nose and took note of the way his fists were balled in his pockets. Reminding himself that he was truly out of practice with talking about his feelings, he needed the reminder to be gentle with himself, breathing out slowly before he worked the tension away from his body and relaxed his hands. Glancing up through his eyelashes, he tried to meet her eyes and sent her an apologetic smile. “I had a lot of stuff that I wanted to say to you before and after we ended things and I think that’s one of the biggest; I want you around because I like you and not because I’m lonely or trying to replace anyone. And now that you’re here in front of me, I guess I just needed to tell you that so that you’d know. I’m sorry that it was so random.” Nodding, proud of himself for making some sense, he smiled and it touched his eyes, something that happened rarely. “Do you mind if I write you sometime? It’s easier than speaking sometimes.” Particularly when he had a lot to say and there was so much going on in his mind all at once - like now. 

“I wasn’t great.” He admitted, ashamed and small as he shrugged at her just concern. “I missed you so much.” Kieran’s voice sounded small as he said it but it wasn’t because he admitted to missing her. Rather, it was the knowledge of knowing that he hadn’t been open in the past and that had led her to believing that she wouldn’t be missed. “You were my best friend.” Nodding his assertion at that sentiment, he could agree that she was very much his best friend. “And you were so much more than just my best friend so…” Carrying off, he breathed out a shuddering breath and surrendered over to the pressure in his chest and the inevitability of wherever fate took him. “Yes, I missed the fuck out you and I was very sad when you left.” 

Soldered by the strength that it took to admit that, Kieran stood up tall and met her eyes once more. “But I understand why you did it and I support your decision; I’m not mad about it - at least not with you.” Because Kieran knew that it was a hard one. He could be very understanding and had a way about him, one his mother cherished, where he could see past what people left unsaid - he could see the truth of their actions and unspoken words. And it had torn her apart to leave him, especially when she hadn’t been sure that he would be okay without her. 

“I needed you to leave,” he’d never said anything as truthful as that to anyone before and he swallowed down a rush of nausea at the idea of going on but what else could he do exactly? He wanted to be friends at the very least and if they were to do that then he needed to set a new precedent of explaining himself. It couldn’t - wouldn’t - be like it had been before. Insanity was repeating the same patterns over and over again and expecting different results, he reminded himself. “I needed you to leave so that I could find myself again.” And maybe it sounded horribly cliche or like he’d gone soft but it was the truth. “I needed to just be by myself for awhile - be lonely and missing you so that I could figure out what I wanted. And I wasn’t very good when you left but I’m strong, you know?” And he flexed his muscles then, a breathless laugh escaping him then at the thought and he shook his head, high on the adrenaline of his confession as his hand reached up to run through his hair, eyes averted to stare off into the distance. “Sorry! Fuck…” Why did he think this was a good idea? Especially not here, where he could see so many people around and there were cameras… “I’m sorry I just… I didn’t expect to see you again! And now all of this is hitting me at once..” 

He catches her off-guard. His statement takes her aback and she furrows her brow at him, tilting her head much like an animal would when faced with the unknown. “I-” she starts, almost interrupting him, but she reigns herself back. He needs to say this, and Olivia recognises that. Whatever it is he wants to tell her, it’s been a long time coming and she doesn’t want to take away from any of it. So she listens, and although she doesn’t smile like she so often does, she doesn’t frown. Or glare. Her expression is soft and gentle and she wants nothing more than to reassure him that she never thought what he must think she thought. When he’s said his piece, about her not being a replacement, Olivia shakes her head. “I know...” she says, and this really isn’t the place to be having this conversation, so out in the open and with her expected back on set any minute. But she doesn’t want to leave this unaddressed. 

“I know I was never a replacement, Kieran. Just as you never were either.” Olivia had had flings in the past, relationships that were never going to go anywhere, romances that would never be serious. Daniel had been her last and Liv truly didn’t know if she would find anyone to share herself with like she had him again. And then she met Kieran. “I loved you... I still do,” she admits, averting her gaze briefly because she knows from past experience that expression such sentiments was never easy for him. If anything, it made him uncomfortable. But she needs him to know that despite how they parted, it hadn’t changed how Olivia felt. She smiles then, laughing lightly, if a touch uncomfortably, before looking up at him. “Write? Like a real letter, with a stamp and everything? How very old fashioned of you... of course, you can write.” 

She can hear her name being called, and she knows she can’t delay the shoot much longer. They have a deadline, after all. Gently biting her lower lip, Olivia glanced over her shoulder and nodded at the director across the street, before turning back to Kieran. He’s said so much, and she needs time to process it all. So does he, she thinks. “I have to go,” she says quietly, unwilling to part when they’re finally talking. “I’m in Greenwich now, not far from the loft I lived in... before...” she gives him her address, before hesitating. Throwing caution to the wind, Olivia closed the distance between them, rising slightly on her toes as she winds her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. She kisses him on the cheek, just before the corner of his mouth before bowing her head and burying her nose in his neck. “I’m proud of you, Kieran.” She says quietly, closing her eyes. “I never really left, you know. So when you’re ready... let me know.” She tightens her embrace briefly before pulling away, backing up and offering him one last smile before turning around and moving back towards set, her hands shoved in to the pockets of her coat. 

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elizabethxvance‌

Elizabeth doesn’t know what she pings onto first: maybe it’s the accent, maybe it’s the fact that she somewhat recognizes the face. But as she focused more on the woman giving her order, Liz realizes instead that it’s none of those- instead, it’s the glaring void of a lifeforce surrounding the woman, a blank empty nothing where she’s used to sensing auras. Vampire. 

She doesn’t get nervous about it though, or scared. She’s been around enough supernatural beings in her lifetime to know that not all of them are the same. And this one…she knows her. At least vaguely. And even Liz has to admit that the woman’s order makes her laugh, “So a double shot soy latte with extra foam? Coming right up.” She replied with a smile. She got the muffin as well, putting it into a little bag and handing it over along with the cup of tea soon after. “Sorry but..you look really familiar. Have you come in here before?” 

Olivia laughed, the sound light as it travels in the room. “I have absolutely no idea what any of that is but it sounds perfect, thank you.” She pays without any trouble, using her card rather than cash because it can be easily tapped. Technology these days, it still manages to amaze her. She glanced down at her cell phone as she received a text, quickly typing out a response before looking up with a smile and accepting the offered goods. “This looks amazing,” Olivia compliments, taking the tea and sipping it. It’s not quite as satisfying as o-neg but it’ll certainly do. She has a mouthful when she’s asked the question, and she quickly swallows. “Once or twice, but not often, no.” Olivia cleared her throat. She doesn’t mind when she’s not immediately recognised. Unlike some of her colleagues, who are quick to draw attention to themselves. Olivia’s walked the earth for far too long to be bothered by trivial things like that. “I am an actor. You may have seen one of my films, or the series I headline.” She shrugs.

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addisonxvale‌

“I mean, you never know, people are into weird shit but also,” she wrinkled her nose, “probably not. But, hey, to each their own, right?” Addison led the other along with a snicker, “too much garlic can kill anyone really–– especially if you’re standing within smelling distance of someone who’s eaten too much. It’s kind of the worst. Actually, I think onions are the actual worst but garlic comes close. Banana too. And no worries. Honestly, once you figure out a few mental markers, you’ll be able to find his stall fairly easily.  You’re not the only one to get turned around here, though, so I wouldn’t feel too bad about it.”

“That... is very true,” Olivia commented with a slight breath of laughter. She certainly raised her eyebrows at certain choices people have made. But the Vale was right. To each their own. Olivia was hardly one to judge. “I agree. I may not consume it but with heightened senses, I will admit, I don’t appreciate when it’s consumed in such a large quantity. I remember a co-star of mine once inhaled a garlic cheese pizza before we were slated to shoot and I near gagged when he said his lines in my face.” At least it wasn’t a kissing scene at the time. That would have been awful, she shudders in recollection. “Oh, I don’t. I’m rather terrible with directions in general. I’ve been in New York before but the world changes and though I’ve lived here for two years now, I still get turned around and lost.” 

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gwendolyncaris‌

She couldn’t really say no to that. Not without stammering at least. Her mouth opened to speak only to quickly close again. Instead of responding, Gwen just nodded and sat down, eyes averted to the table between them shyly. “Gwen, Gwen Caris, I’m um,” There it was, actual stammering. She stirred her straw around in her strawberry smoothie, as if the noise of the act would somehow mask her nerves. “One of Rowan’s.” It almost sounded more like a question. Even among her fellow vampire, she wasn’t quite sure how to phrase it. ‘Fledgling’ sounded so old, referring to him as her sire felt so formal. They were close, he was family as far as she was concerned. They all were. “I hear you’re close with Mallory.”

Her brow quirks, and her lips part in a silent ‘ah’ as Gwen introduces herself, and mentions the Bordeaux. “When were you-?” she trails off, unwilling to truly speak about the nature of their existence in such a public setting. Not that she expects anyone to understand their conversation, but Olivia has to be careful. She’s a public figure and who knows who could be listening. She rephrases. “How old are you? If you don’t mind my asking...” and she offers her own origin in return, in a bid to put the other more at ease, hopefully soothe her nerves. “I’m approaching my seventh, myself...” she says quietly, the ‘century’ implied though left unspoken. And she hums. “I am. She didn’t turn me but, I knew her... before.” Before she died. Before she was bitten. As a human. “For some time, actually.”

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addisonxvale‌,   addison

“Uh,” Addison resisted the urge to pull a face, a chuckle escaping, “I mean, I haven’t had one but…you know, not really my thing.” Considering she was alive and didn’t need or want to drink blood to stay that way. Still, she’d offered to help. “I think I know where you can find something like that, though. There’s this one vampire who set up a stall probably last year or something–– makes a bunch of shit. From what I’ve heard, it’s half hit and half miss. I can still show you if you want?”

Olivia smirked, a gentle expression that indicated her amusement as she glanced at the Vale from the corner of her eye. She can’t imagine the treat would appeal to anyone other than Olivia’s kind. “No, I can’t imagine it would be.” She comments as she turns to face her directly, her head cocked and her hands loosely clasped just above her navel, elbows bent at her waist. “Hmm... I’ve tried the human equivalent, at my PA’s suggestion. I’ve yet to figure out if they genuinely thought it was a suitable substitute for O-neg or if they were messing with me in retaliation for convincing my team garlic could kill me.” A fond smile follows, her eyes rolling as if the mere thought was absurd. “I would appreciate it, thank you. I don’t come here often enough to know where I’m going.”

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natalyasankara‌,   natalya

“Okay, gross. Gross and more gross,” Natalya grimaced at the mere thought of Donald Trump’s sex life. “That was more information than I ever cared to know and I can’t even fathom why anyone would want to touch him. Let alone breathe the same air he does,” the surgeon muttered. She was going to be mentally scared forever. “He’s a snake, hiding in undoubtedly tall grass. He’s nearly as ignorant as he likes to make everyone think. His insanity is deliberate.”

Olivia laughed, her nose scrunching lightly as she shook her head. “Sorry, sorry!” She apologises. “I don’t know why either. I suppose it’s true what they say... money talks. It’s unfortunate what people will do for a quick buck.” She shudders. Perhaps her age prevents her from seeing the appeal, but then again, when she was human, she grew up in a society that married her off at sixteen for wealth and a title. Not much has changed, it seems. Olivia hummed, nodding her head in agreement. “I’d say less snake and more cockroach.”

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gwendolyncaris‌,   gwen

“I’m terribly sorry,” This was not happening. For a number of reasons. If she’d still been able to, she’d be blushing, Gwen found herself at a loss for words upon seeing the other vampire. Her eyes immediately went to the infamous daylight ring on her finger. Because that’s what she was, a vampire, much like herself. But still so much more. She was an actress, an Emmy and Academy Award winner, and she was sitting there in this New York coffee shop probably not wanting to be bothered. She had half a mind to turn tail with her smoothie, she’d shyly avoided her at Noah’s funeral, knew she was in town for Mallory in these trying times. “But I figured the last time I saw you wasn’t really the time to say anything. I’m a big fan of your work.” Her voice was quiet, somewhat hushed as she stood beside the table, feeling more than a little timid. @aegeless

She’s young. To Olivia, she’s young. It’s not terribly noticeable but Olivia studied their kind when she was still human. She could tell, even if others couldn’t. She shifts in her seat, her fingers flexing as she notices the brief glimpse at her ring, and her brow quirks. Olivia vaguely recognises her, and she tilts her head in thought as she tries to place where before it comes to her and her breath hitches. The funeral. Noah’s. Her gaze averts briefly. The Bordeaux’s were as close to family as Olivia had, and though she could never compare her own grief to that of Noah’s siblings, it still stung. She hums quietly, acknowledgement of the other’s words before she smiles, and leans back. “Thank you,” she says softly. And then she gestures to the seat opposite. “Would you like to sit?” She asks, a genuine offer. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name and I’ve no clue as to yours.” An apologetic smile follows.

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bladepristine‌,   priscilla

“Oh sure,” Pris reacted swiftly, and handed the booklet over to the woman, while catching another glimpse of the script’s title. “It was just laying on the bench, only picked it up minutes before I noticed you,” she replied, “didn’t look like it was left there long, not damaged or anything.” She smiled, still having trouble recognising the actress though she had a hunch that she was probably a big shot. Pris wasn’t sure if she should find her obliviousness embarrassing, supposedly involved in New York high society and all, but she thought that the actress may appreciate her for not making a scene. Still, she was curious, despite devoting very little of her time to the small screen, chances to talk to a tv star aren’t just waiting around the corner. “Haven’t got the time to take a peek,” she joked, cordially, “so… no potential here for spilling secrets. What’s the show about though? If you don’t mind me asking.”

She smiles in appreciation, glad that the season premiere won’t end up leaked across twitter like she had originally assumed it would. The script now back in her hands, she holds it close to her, fingers grasping at it tightly, pressed against her stomach. Her head cocks slightly, eyes drifting upward as she considers the question. It’s not the first time she’s been asked to breakdown Six Feet Under but she’s not a fan of repeating her summaries, always trying to find a new way of explaining the show. “I suppose it’s technically a crime and drama series but there are moments it deviates in to the thriller category.” Eyes drifting back to the young girl in front of her, Olivia smiled gently. “It’s about the mafia and the man that runs it. I play the female lead, his daughter. It focus’ on corruption in government and turf wars.” She shrugs.

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claire-ofdavenport‌,   claire

“There’s no reason for me to keep it.” Claire shrugged. She considered merely walking away. The exchange was done and she had other matters to attend to, but something about the script bothered her. “It’s not my place to say this, but I’m not a fan of some of the lead female’s scenes. I feel she could be so much more if minor details were changed in her arc. She’s very relatable and someone you would want to root for, but some scenes downplay her intelligence.”

Olivia’s brows lifted in surprise at the criticism, but she simply nodded and shrugged. “You’re entitled to your opinion,” she remarks at her comment about her place. She still smiles, because she’s heard worse and at least Claire’s argument is sound, as opposed to a blatant insult. “It is intentional, though. I wouldn’t have signed on to something sexist or degrading to women, she’s actually...” and she sighs, because in order to defend her character she would have to reveal series secrets and she’s under contract. “-- if you watch this season, you’ll see. Guiliana has motives the audience are not privy too yet.”

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cyrus-hayes‌,   cyrus

“Then it’s Olivia from this point on.” Cyrus said, watching as she drifted closer to him as well. When her gaze drifts so does his, looking around to see if they were being observed, but nothing sticking out at the moment. His bright blue eyes danced behind his glasses. He gave a small unapologetic shrug at being found out that he wanted her company to himself for a few minutes at least. His eyebrows going up in amusement, “Oh, no. We couldn’t have the talent wandering around unsupervised.” He grinned wickedly, “Are you good at finding trouble, Olivia?”

She smiles, tilting her head slightly, pleased that he’s conceded. Olivia cocked a brow at his subtle glance, already well aware that no one’s watching. Her keen senses would have told her otherwise and, despite her profession, Liv’s more than capable of blending in when required. “That would be disastrous, agreed.” She nods, smirking at his comment before she laughs. “Who, me? I suppose it depends on your definition of trouble.”

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What's one thing you miss about mortality?

“I miss dreaming. I suppose, in a way, I miss sleep. I remember I would nap in the afternoons, or by the window as it rained. And I would dream about any number of nonsensical things. I had quite the imagination.”

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would you ever willingly die so you can find rest?

“I don’t need rest. I’m content with my existence as it is, but if the time comes where my death is a choice, I can think of a number of reasons why I would willingly embrace it.”

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What's been your favorite role so far?

“Disregarding Guiliana, as I’m currently still playing her, but I really enjoyed Rita. The prep for EoT was unlike anything else I’d ever experienced and I was more than happy to take on a strong, female lead that didn’t soften herself for the sake of romance.”

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mallorybordeaux‌,   mallory

“I assure you, that is not the case. At all,” Mallory snorted, taking another from her wine glass. A drunk Mallory meant an out of control one. She couldn’t afford that right now. “This is absolutely terrible. What’s the point of having an insider if they hold out on me?”

“Hm,” Olivia hummed in quiet agreement, conceding to the point Mallory was making. However Mallory chose to coped, it was ultimately her decision. She just wanted to make sure Mallory knew that Olivia would be there when she needed her. That hadn’t changed since she was human, it was unlikely to change anytime soon. “I’m sure you’ll survive,” she quips with a fond, amused smile, rolling her eyes as she holds her wine between her thumb and fourth finger. And she drinks. Savouring the taste, although it’s nothing quite like Kieran’s nor as potent, it’s enough to satisfy. Swallowing, Olivia cocked her head and watched Mallory quietly, before speaking up. “Do you want to talk about it?”