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Troublesome || Bella&Open
ofaquarius:
[ TEXT ] : Both. [ TEXT ] : I have a decent kitchen. I cook most things over the stove fire. [ TEXT ] : Haha, like a witch in an animated movie.
[ TEXT ]: Vengeance and love? That’s a lot of energy to put into someone. [ TEXT ]: A stove fire? Like a cartoon witch? I don’t know if that means decent or like old timey. It’s not just like a cauldron, yeah?
marlenamendes:
“You know what, you’re right.” Normally, it would pain Lena to admit anyone was right, but these circumstances called for it.
“I was usin’ it as an excuse if I’m bein’ honest. I’d prefer some girl time rather than whatever they’ve got to offer.” She’d seen her from afar, heard a brief whisper about them being quite similar. In more ways than one. Dropping her voice, she leaned in a little closer. “Deal. If he loses, we can share ‘im.”
So far Sebastian was the only vampire she had met in town and she couldn’t decide whether she liked spending time with him or if he was really frustrating to spend time with, but she knew the girl who approached was like her, no heartbeat to be heard, and it was exciting to hope the girl would potentially not be an old sucky vampire who moaned and moaned about what they were. “Perfect, tequila sunrises then,” she said, holding up the one she already had and tapping on the bar for a second.
“More like when he loses,” she insisted, sure that the woman’s confidence combined with what she was would mean there was no chance the male had any chance. “Thank god someone around here is hungry though, I’ve always wanted a partner in crime.”
Troublesome || Bella&Open
ofaquarius:
[ TEXT ] : Trust me, I’m used to that sorta thing. [ TEXT ] : Spent a lot of my time chasing a vampire, you know how it is. [ TEXT ] : I’m up for anything, you wanna come here?
[ TEXT ]: Really? I wish someone was that dedicated to being around me. [ TEXT ]: Why are you chasing a vampire? Vengeance? Love? [ TEXT ]: You have a good kitchen?
ofaquarius:
She noted the way Bella’s face fell when she mentioned what she was, though subtle — it was still apparent that it wasn’t the answer she’d been hoping for. Usually, people found a reason to dislike Jenna without ever even learning of her kind. Her students hated how strict she could be about assignments and other town residents seemed to be rubbed up the wrong way by her attitude, but rarely did someone’s face fall, albeit gracefully, at the mention of witches.
“You don’t like witches, do you?” She asked, eyebrows lifting in assumed enjoyment. “You smile, but I can tell —“ It likely only really meant one thing. Sebastian, when they’d first met, and even now, turned his nose up to her kind — but Jenna still assumed that was a personal vendetta. She couldn’t blame him, not after everything they’d been through. “What are you, then? If not another boring human stalking through town? I’m bad at guessin’ these things. I once thought a fae was a werewolf and she stormed off.”
“I actually don’t know that many witches, a few work for me but I don’t really consider it appropriate to ask about that kind of intimate stuff,” she shrugged her shoulders, the witch part not so much the loss of excitement but the fact it wasn’t another vampire. It would have been nice to meet someone of her own kind who was potentially fun. “I just...with the age, assumed you were like me,” she offered as explanation for her disappointment.
“Vampire, young, so if you assumed I was anything else I wouldn’t be offended. Honestly I’ve been assuming everyone here is human because it’s all so gauche to act like you’re anything else,” she answered. She’d met a few supernaturals but it was like pulling teeth to discover who they were. No one’s fault really, Bella just hated the mentality of hiding things and keeping herself a secret. She was wonderful, why hide even an aspect of that? “Plus if you assumed I was a werewolf I’d be quite happy. I love werewolves.”
bvllseyes:
“It’s not my place to comment on a lady’s fashion choices,” he argued, a grin settling in among his features. He’d learned long ago not to make any remark about what a woman wears — his wife had taught him that, taught him to just say ‘you look great’ and go about his business. Which was what he always intended to do.
As she stepped closer, the human instinct in him wanted to draw back. Inside the cavity of his chest, he almost always felt a pull in either direction — a caricature of an angel and devil battling it out whenever a decision was brought to the table, but his feet couldn’t pull him away. “You’re telling me how to do my job, now, is that what this is?” He figured most of the town wouldn’t care if he turned away from his usual duties unless they were in danger. If she was, however, in danger, he’d gladly step in. That part wouldn’t change.
“Navarro,” he answered, finishing her sentence for her. “Luis, when I’m off the clock — and you are …?” He asked, knowing she’d likely pop up on his radar more often than not.
“You already did,” she pointed out, chuckling a little that he didn’t intend to push it. Bellamy didn’t really care, she over dressed on practically all occasions because she liked to, and unless she was out offending people with how she dressed then she didn’t really think that anyone’s opinion mattered. As for looking the part of a potential sex worker she figured this wasn’t the eighteen hundreds where it was quite so obvious, lots of people could probably pass for sex workers.
“More pointing out that it’s a bit unusual you’re not doing what most people would anticipate a cop would be doing,” she answered, looking him up and over. She’d had more concern from a vampire than she was getting from what she could only presently perceive was a human cop. If this was the kind of officer that Sebastian was concerned would get him caught or in trouble or whatever then he was being even more dramatic than Bella had initially thought.
‘Navarro,’ she repeated internally, wondering how easy it would be to rip him from the chair and move him somewhere easier to drain him of everything within, because of course she couldn’t do so in the hallway, someone would notice and him being in a uniform would draw a lot of attention and considering how everyone in town had been so far she doubt she could convince him to come with her. “Bellamy,” she finally answered, tilting her head as she tried to determine his weight. “Bellamy Barnes.”
Involuntary Mentor || Bella&Sebastian
stcrmwvrnings:
Sebastian waited a moment, deciding on just how much information he was willing to share with Bella. It wasn’t that he had anything in particular to hide, but the act of bonding with another vampire wasn’t something he was used to. “She and I were never that close.” The older vampire settled on. After all he’d been turned out of pure necessity on his Sire’s part. “So no, not even my sire.”
The vampire opened his mouth to speak but instead let out a short laugh. Their misunderstanding had caught him off guard. He hadn’t drawn any of those conclusions though in hindsight he could understand. “You are a beautiful woman, Bella. To say otherwise would be a lie. But I apologize, that wasn’t the impression I was trying to make.” The vampire said, trying his best at sincerity. He wasn’t used to situations like this. “I’ll take the compliment however.”
Sebastian listened to her, nodding slightly as she spoke. For someone so young, she did raise quite a few points he hadn’t really thought of before. There were benefits to feeding off vampires, reciprocating, however, was another story. Sebastian couldn’t run the risk of any bodily damage. Even if it didn’t bother him anything that could potentially harm Jenna had to be avoided. They were bound, whether he liked it or not. “Well, I’m not opposed to it. It’s just very complicated.”
“Probably best,” she said of his lack of closeness with his sire. The only sire she knew was her own and he’d been a dick, easy to assume that most were, especially if she rarely heard them discussed.
As for being beautiful she rolled her eyes with a soft chuckle, she knew she was beautiful, but from his phrasing it was a compliment designed to soften a blow. It didn’t really matter, Bella just wanted to have fun, and if he wasn’t interested in any options she’d offered for fun then she most definitely was better off going with some of the options he’d laid out for her and wasn’t sure why he kept teetering on this border of agreeing and not agreeing for her to feed. “It’s really fine,” she said once more.
“Complicated seems like literally this entire conversation with you, Sebastian,” she finally said, knowing it would likely come across meaner than her rudeness had been because it wasn’t coming from a youth and playful place but from someone who was on a totally different wave length. “But worse than complicated, you’re just holding your cards way too close to your chest. I get you’re obviously trying to be nice, because I’ve pushed you and because you don’t want me to hunt, but secrets aren’t useful or good for you, they’re the complete opposite. They’re boring and potentially far more dangerous than just being real with someone, so whatever is making you opposed to it, have fun with that, but I’m not going to keep begging you to tell me.”
The one Bella found the most attractive of the men she finally waved to, and then another for good measure. “Thanks for getting me a meal, you really do seem like a decent older vampire,” she said, a little more softly than her judgements had potentially come across. “Maybe things will change for you and you’ll be more willing to show your fangs and say who you are, but for now, I’m going to terrify some boys and potentially destroy their lives. I’ll make sure to take care of my mess.”
marlenamendes:
“I’ll make you a deal.” The brunette spoke up while approaching the table, curls of dark hair bobbing towards the pool table. “Loser buys the first round.”
“I think I’d just have to buy the first round now, no way am I winning,” she insisted, watching as the woman approached the pool table. Bella was rotten at it, using the act as an excuse to get a completely different sort of meal. “Besides, I think I’d prefer to buy you a drink over competing with you. We should be watching them compete,” she insisted, pointing to the male she was currently playing with.
Troublesome || Bella&Open
stcrmwvrnings:
[ TEXT ]: Hadn’t planned on going out. I have my own supply at home. [ TEXT ]: Damn it Bella, fine. [ TEXT ]: Where are you? [ TEXT ]: Just so we’re clear you’ve insulted me twice and now you need something.
[ GPS ] [ TEXT ]: How have I insulted you? [ TEXT ]: I don’t need anything. [ TEXT ]: For some reason you need for me to be subtle, I want a vampire to spend time with. [ TEXT ]: It just unfortunate for you that I can use what you need to get what I want. [ TEXT ]: Or maybe fortunate, because I think deep down you’re a little excited to join me.
Troublesome || Bella&Open
ofaquarius:
[ TEXT ] : I’m always hungry. [ TEXT ] : For food, though. Not … [ TEXT ] : Well, you know. [ TEXT ] : You in the mood to cook?
[ TEXT ]: I’m always in the mood to cook. [ TEXT ]: Doesn’t even need to be spaghetti if that image is sort of ingrained in your mind.
Troublesome || Bella&Open
stcrmwvrnings:
[ TEXT ]: Well, I hadn’t planned on it. [ TEXT ]: Either way, I’m still at the bar. [ TEXT ]: Something tells me it’ll be a long night.
[ TEXT ]: You hadn’t planned on being hungry? Are you actually that controlling? [ TEXT ]: You’re literally a million, leave the bar. [ TEXT ]: Convince someone to cover your shift with a little bit of persuasion. [ TEXT ]: I’ll need you so I don’t make a mess. [ IMG ] (*check tw) [ TEXT ]: Opps.
Troublesome || Bella&Open
ofaquarius:
[ TEXT ] : Touché. [ TEXT ] : I don’t think we fancy the same bolognese.
[ TEXT ]: You didn’t say if you were though. [ TEXT ]: Probably not, but I’m skilled at making both.
Troublesome || Bella&Open
stcrmwvrnings:
[ TEXT ]: I’d argue you’re always hungry, Bella. [ TEXT ]: Planning on going out for a bite?
[ TEXT ]: You’re not? Because you didn’t answer me, which I suspect means yes. [ TEXT ]: Going out... [ TEXT ]: Staying in... [ TEXT ]: I’ve got options. [ TEXT ]: Some more obvious than others.
Troublesome || Bella&Open
ofaquarius:
[ TEXT ] : 🤨 [ TEXT ] : Wouldn’t that photo imply thirst?
[ TEXT ]: I can be thirsty and hungry. [ TEXT ]: The right vein can go down as well as a pasta noodle might.
Troublesome || Bella&Open
[ IMG ] [ TEXT ]: I’m hungry. [ TEXT ]: Are you?
ofaquarius:
“Wales,” she spoke casually, knowing she’d already previously mentioned her family’s accent. “A tiny village called Llanddona.” Her own forgotten accent made a brief reappearance when she named it — simply for the correct pronunciation. The village had become infamous for the rumor of witchcraft, but outside of Wales and outside of the community, she reckoned no one else had even heard of it. “I left home when I was around —“ Head lolling side to side, she did quick math. “Thirty or so. Took off to come to America, all on my own, and settled somewhere in the midwest. That seems like forever ago now.”
She wasn’t stupid. She knew how it looked. Jenna didn’t look much older than that, but people either didn’t ask or didn’t care. “I’ve lived many places since, I’ve traveled home and came back. I’m only here because I followed someone.” Her relationship with Sebastian had always been a complicated one, but she was rarely seen far away from him. “Now I’m just the lonely ol’ witch living in the woods.” She laughed, gaze adverting from the blonde’s face as she revealed that one tiny tidbit about herself.
“This place, though, it does have good food, usually. The processed carnival junk ain’t for me.”
“Lladdona,” she repeated back, not quite getting it right, she didn’t have a head for languages and really only knew how to add the French twang to things. “Your accents really good for someone who came here I can’t imagine more than a few years ago,” she noted, nodding her head simply, wondering if perhaps she should use her innate ability then. ‘Settled’ was such a totally peculiar word for someone to use these days, Bella couldn’t imagine using it herself. “Forever ago?” she pressed further.
As she said she lived many places it was only then that she genuinely decided that there was no possible way that she was human. But, before she could gleefully announce the woman a vampire and demand they go feed together in that moment because honestly she seemed a ball more fun than the only other vampire she’d met so far was being, the woman called herself a witch and Bella’s heart fell. Only a little, bit it did. “A witch,” she tried to smile, eventually her lips pulling it through. “I’m glad you’re not just like every other boring human here,” Bellamy promised.
“I’ll eat anything, different things fit different situations. What would a carnival be without processed foods?”
bvllseyes:
“A John,” he repeated, eyes widening and returning to normal with a lift of the corner of his lips. It was a term his mother used to use, one he often laughed at then, too. She hadn’t belonged to the night, at least, not to Luis’ knowledge, but she enjoyed passing a judgmental comment on the women that sulked through their streets after hours.
He already knew of the kind of business that ran through the town’s motel. Sure, it was illegal in the state, but as long as no one was getting hurt, Luis tended to turn a blind eye to any kind of sex work going on right under his watchful eye. What two ( or more ) people did in their own time without obstructing the peace within Woodland Park, he simply couldn’t find a reason to care. Once up a time, he would have, but times had changed.
“What, you get all dolled up and don’t even bring your own cuffs?”
“I look the part?” Bellamy asked him, biting her bottom lip and stepping closer, one heel in front of her toes and then the other. The further she drew in the more the scent hidden in him became fragrant. Something about him smelled good, she couldn’t place it. The usual stench of a cop was there, made up of coffee, sweat and ink, but there was something more inside of him. “How rude, officer, I was playing,” she smiled, showing that she was not actually displeased with the notion.
“Besides, even if I was a sex worker, you really shouldn’t be concerned about whether or not I brought my own cuffs,” Bellamy commented with a firm nod of her head. “You’re meant to be a man of the law, concerned with upholding it.” Her tone was dramatic and playful however, obvious she didn’t actually care how well he upheld the law. In a town of humans where she was meant to remain a secret she sort of hoped the law enforcement was pretty lax.
“You should be using the cuffs for what they’re intended for, Officer...,” she rolled off, indicating she wanted his name.
unhclynights:
Zed didn’t really think he would put thought into changing a years old holiday. A holiday that he didn’t prefer. He actually gave it a genuine thought about this for a second then thought about how pointless it was. “I choose to believe she was real. Me? I’d chose something better than a rabbit. Like a horse or some shit. This isn’t something I honesty gave more than two seconds of my thoughts before. I’m not really into changing things that aren’t wanting to be changed. I’d would have left the bird alone or let it die. I wouldn’t want that guilt like that.”
“Right,” Bellamy said rather simply to his response which mostly seemed to consist in her opinion of very little. “So you just wanted to complain?” she half commented and half asked, because even if she was an immortal she didn’t see much point in wasting her time talking to someone who wasn’t interested in conversation as much as they were interested in hearing their own voice. “Lots of negatives in there, ‘isn’t,’ ‘wouldn’t,’ ‘aren’t,’ you’re really fun to talk to.” Bella could only smile and engage for so long, and if he was going to complain he hadn’t achieved as much, then say he’d do better, except he wouldn’t because he’d never try at all, then she wasn’t going to try and draw out any sort of connection. “Hope you Easter gets better,” she said simply as a farewell, not much actual hope to her tone.