he winked in response to bailey's agreement, grin on his face looking more natural as the two fell back into familiar patterns. between the two of them, jean-claude thought that she was the better looking - it was a fact. not that he'd ever voice such a thing, god forbid the vampire show a little humility when it came to his looks.
the vampire flicked the tv on with the remote, changing it off a disconnected HDMI (for when someone that wasn't him wanted to play a videogame or two) to flick to some streaming service and find a movie. "time to get back to our roots," jean-claude echoed in agreement, finally settling on something mind numbing and easy to digest - the devil wears prada.
it was barely an hour into the movie when j.c spoke again, alcohol mixing with muddled emotions he was so determined to keep a stopper on. yet, it wasn't on as tightly as he'd have wished.
"bailey," his voice was softer than before. "i think i've fucking blown it? completely,"
“Our roots, I certainly like the sound of that.” Bailey commented, watching her sire set the television where they could watch a film.
“You know, her boyfriend is a real ass.” The vampire pointed out, rather annoyed how the man was acting in the film. Along with the main character’s friend. All of them seemed rather petty, but that was her opinion on the matter.
As they continued the movie, her attention turned towards Jean Claude who uttered her name. Suddenly, she felt the shift in the room and she looked at him sympathetically.
“No, I think Matthew loves you. You were right though, he needs to clean up his act. It wouldn’t be fair for him to cut yours and his time short by his actions,” she said alluding to the human’s drug use.
“Everything will work out,” Bailey nodded trying to convince herself and him of her words.





















