Nadya Amiel

I can't be tamed. Many have tried and failed. So a word of advise, don't try to put a leash on a panther, cause you'll get scratched..

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Nadya whimpered as his lips sucked a path down her neck, leaving a chilled trail at the touch. She bit her lip, holding back a heady moan threatening to escape as his tongue swept across her skin. Her body was more of less shuddering upon the desk top, longing for his every touch. While he lowered the straps upon her shoulders, she wiggled her feet, letting her sandals fall to the worn rug beneath them before she used them to coax his jeans further down his legs. The moment her brassiere popped open, she gasped, his fervent mouth lapping in between the sensitive slopes. The response was instant. Her back arched up off the desk, her hands reached up to once again become entangled in his hair, the moan she had been repressing slipped from her lips as an ardent plea for him not to stop. His teeth grazing her skin causing twin nubs to pebble at his touch. The tender flesh between her thighs was practically pulsating, the soft fabric covering it already damp as she yearned for him. She squirmed beneath him, his every touch sending her body into a frenzy. Her heartbeat was knocking into her chest so loudly if felt like it would burst out. She panted as she wiggled her legs alongside his hips, trying to cause his boxers to drop as well.

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Nadya was caught off guard when Wolfgang stood to his feet, lifting her along with him. She gasped as his tongue slid it’s way up along her jugular and she couldn’t stop the shiver that ran up her body at the action, the guttural growl enough to make her insides convulse in anticipation. The next thing she knew, his precious notes and filed papers were being swept to the ground in a fluid movement and he laid her down on his wooden desk. His lips were on hers a moment after, passionately taking in the taste of her, his fangs grazing her lips teasingly as he did, sending her body into a frenzy of sensations. Her legs hooked around his hips as he lowered them both down to the desk top, needing to keep him close. 

More... I need more

Her hands slid past his shoulders, slipping down his chest while she used her legs to coax him closer to where she wanted him. Needed him. She reached between them, nimble fingers undoing his jeans before she took hold of the hem of his shirt, tugging upwards, where of course, she met the obstruction of his lowered arms. A frustrated groan hummed against his fervent lips, torn between wanting him close and getting him bare. Her nails graze over his taut, cool muscles, her breathing becoming more and more labored into their ardent kiss.

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She whimpered in response to his sharp fangs dragging across her skin, wanting to continue this little game of cat and mouse, but her body couldn’t handle much more of the wait. She needed so much more than the subtle touches they were exchanging, but at the same time she wished for him to plead. Wanted him to crave her like nothing else until he couldn’t take it any longer. She lifted a hand, tangling slim fingers in his messy hair as she kept his fangs near the sweet spot he’d just grazed. 

The moment she felt the strain against his worn jeans, she couldn’t help herself. Her hips rolled in his lap, attempting to create some friction against his clearly growing frustration. She moaned softly, her own growing arousal almost unbearable, feeling her resolve falter with every minute touch.

Fuck it

She slowly pulled away, meeting his hooded gaze with her own before reaching for the hem of her shirt, pulling the fabric up over her head gently, revealing more of her tanned skin and her black brassiere to him.

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“Well can I be a bit selfish and say sometimes I don’t like this business if it takes you away too much?”  Heather laughed.  “It helps them grow better sometimes.  But I always try to do it alone in case there’s any concern.” Heather shrugged a bit nonchalantly while stating the facts.  “I told everyone they could take the rest of the day off, there wasn’t much left to do.  So clearly you came at the right time!”

“No no! I want to hang out with you!”  They said a little too quickly.  Heather quickly packed up their tools and supplies, wanting to waste no time in hanging out with Nadya.  “Eating sounds perfect!  But why haven’t you eaten yet?  You have to eat, you know.”  Heather knew they were sounding a bit nagging, but they always worried and fussed over Nadya.  She was their only family, after all.

‘‘I know I should.’‘ she uttered with a gentle roll of her eyes, well aware of how worried Heather could get about her. They didn’t know about the life Nadya kept secret from them, but it didn’t mean the young wicked couldn’t imagine every possible scenario in which their sister could come to any harm. ‘‘Don’t worry about it, unlike you, I sleep in sometimes.’‘ mostly because of being occupied at the manor most of last night. A thought she couldn’t share with Heather unless she wished to give them a mild heart attack. She smiled innocently as they packed up their things.

Once everything was cleared up, they both moved down the path, back towards the town center and the bustling crowds. ‘’We could visit Margot’s? I’ve heard she started a lunch type of place next to Jarold’s.’’ she spoke as they walked into the crowded marketplace.

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“I do not have the right?” he was yelling now. Her anger was justified but so was his. “Hell, I don’t” He went to move on, but she blocked him and he let out a huff as he crossed his arms. They had both taken a chance. What did she even have to lose? Zak looked away from her mostly to hide the hurt forming in his features. “A chance? Tell me what it was you had to lose? You closed off feelings to explore this option and the first scrape of bone that bloodsucker throws at you…. That is not love.”

Zak grunted at the pain in his hand, rage was a double-edged sword. “What happens when you grow old? When beauty starts to fade, and you are too weak to be fed from? They won’t change while you wither and wither and wither. You will be nothing to them then. A body to burn, a hundred years will go by and you will be just another play thing. Vampires, love is a joke to them. At least I would put my entire being into loving you. Immortals really aren’t good at cherishing mortal life.”

He let his words fill the space as he held out his hand to her. Better to stay and watch his words cut her. A brief satisfaction to counter the feelings of being discarded. “ I guess I have no reason to keep your secret anymore.”

‘‘My freedom perhaps? Zak, I have never felt the need to seek out a serious relationship with anyone, and was happy with that. When you came along, I didn’t feel drawn to you in the way that warrants anything serious, but I cared about you. I held to the hope that perhaps my feelings for you would grow, but never did I expect.... that those feelings were already reserved. I never closed off my feelings for you, they just---... I truly believed I could fall for you with time.’‘ she exhaled a long breath, underlying rage bubbled beneath her facade of nonchalance at his words. ‘‘I said it before, I’ll say it again. These feelings run deeper than you would understand.’‘

She took hold of his injured hand, fingers deftly exploring the light bruising to his digits. Her face contorted as Zak once again opened up a wound with his words. Of course, aging had always been a subject she ignored. Her human body was indeed not going to last forever. ‘’I know. But right now, I am living in the moment. And right now, I love them. You can either believe me, or not, but they love me too. Not merely for my blood or the way I look. I matter to them. I know this because I know them.’’ she paused, gently skimming his knuckles. ‘’And if it were up to me, I wouldn’t be mortal anyway...’’ she muttered under her breath.

She didn’t lift her gaze as he seemed to threaten the secret she held, keeping her eyes upon his injured hand. ‘’I could say the same.. but I wouldn’t do that to you. I still care about you no matter what.’’ she looked up, meeting his angered stare. ‘’Besides, we made those promises before we even became each other’s comfort. It has nothing to do with our differences now... ‘’ she released his hand, turning towards the kitchen. ‘’Your hand is bruised. I can wrap it up for you.’’ she spoke, walking towards the kitchen to grab some bandages and Heather’s herbs.

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He stood absolutely still for a long moment, only his darkened eyes watching her careful insolence as she took his chair. The bucket fell from his fingers gracelessly, hit the floor and spilled their contents over the moth eaten rug under his feet. The whole of his body craved her, veins sung for her blood, fingers for the warmth of her skin. His tongue darted out from between sharp teeth to moisten lips.

She was a feast to be savored, every inch of her to be sampled… tasted… but first… He lunged forward and scooped her up from the chair, holding her against his chest, then, with a wild grin, he dropped down and took the self-same seat. Leaning forward, he ghosts his lips over hers, grazing his fangs on her plush lips, teasing her.

He could feel her breath hitch, her heart pound, as he tempted her with exactly what she had been begging for. Little brat is going to pay. His smile turned positively evil as he shifted his grip. In an instant, he flipped her over his thighs, her belly pressed against his worn jeans. He curved his hand and swatted her checks, one-two.

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Wolfgang movement was sudden. Before she knew it, he had scooped her from her seat and sat down in her stead whilst holding her in his arms. Her heart raced as his lips grazed her own, the feel of his fangs almost driving her to beg for what she craved for. A moment longer and she would have given in, let go of her insistent teasing and offered him the blood he so clearly yearned for. Given in to her own desires for his touch..

One moment, he was teasing her with chilled lips, the next he had her flipped upon his lap. The sharp sting of his hand connecting to her rump - once, twice - with resounding smacks made a startled gasp escape from her lips. She gave him an over the shoulder look of complete incredulity at the action. Her mind had to catch up and come to terms with what he had done, but her body.... her body was humming with delight at the unexpected touch. She actually had to hold back from wiggling in his grasp.

Oh no, he is not getting that satisfaction...

Her incredulous gaze slipped into a wicked grin before shifted herself, sitting back up. He was clearly punishing her for her antics at the marketplace. She placed both knees on either side of his hips, rested upon the chair as she clucked her tongue in feigned disapproval. She leisurely rested her arms on his shoulders as she straddled his lap, allowing her loose fitting skirt to ride upwards as she did. She leaned forward, flicking her tongue out to lightly skim his lips. His extended fangs grazing along it as she did only causing her lower abdomen to tighten deliciously. She grinned as she moved her lips along his jawline until they were close to his ear. ‘’Punish me all you want..’’ she purred. ‘’You know I’ll make you regret it..’’ she captured his earlobe between her teeth, gently tugging at it before releasing with a wicked grin.

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   Kellen’s intent was never to intimidate people. In fact, she went out of her way to not do so, but by happy byproduct of how much she understood and knew about the denizens of Sanctuary and their world in general, she seemed to present an air of otherworldly-ness that somehow brought her to the forefront of intimidation. While it may not have been her intent, she wasn’t going to push it aside or not use it to her advantage. For now, she just smiled serenely at Nadya and allowed the woman to speak for herself.

   A nod drew her head every now and again as the woman spoke, but she didn’t raise her own voice until the question was levied, and she offered another  —  though perhaps not dissuading the idea of her intimidation at all with it  — smile and tipped her head to the left, “I suppose a walk at this point. Sometimes it’s good to stretch ones legs and see what’s going on in Sanctuary.”

   She offered a pause and glanced over the goods Nadya had managed to save from the grounds, a brow lifting slowly and motioning with a surprisingly manicured finger, “What is it that you’re doing?”

   Oh, the weight of that question, especially if you understood just how many eyes and ears Kellen had within the city and how much she probably knew. Did she truly mean the sketching or was it something else entirely wrapped in innocence.

A simple question, one that was easily answered, yet the expression to Kellen’s face made her hesitate for a split second. What was that about? The general gave her a slight grin, barely noticeable, but it seemed to give the question far more weight than she’d initially given it.  

You’re reading into things.

Nadya dismissed her suspicions and smiled at Kellen. ‘’I was considering the purchase of some more supplies for my work. I actually just finished an assignment in the vampire district.’’ she mentioned, motioning a hand back towards the district she’d just came from. ‘’Other than that, I think the same as you. Stretching the legs somewhat.’’ 

She wasn’t sure why she felt so uncomfortable speaking with the general, perhaps it was the all knowing way she seemed to peer at her, but she wasn’t going to let it get the best of her. 

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“Ah, okay… makes sense. If there is a visual record of all the residents, it’ll be easier to manage things,” the brunette replied, bobbing her head in a nod. She realised that Nadya really enjoyed her job. The Keeper, for all her flaws and mistakes, did a few things right sometimes, it seemed. “You definitely are a minority. Not a lot of people get the opportunity to do that.” Her gaze followed the human’s gaze, and caught sight of the laughing vampire. Chuckling, she nodded in agreement. “You and Jarold, both,” she added.

Did the place turn a little less friendly the moment Lilita walked in? For a second, before one of the vampires called out her name and waved in greeting to her. A student of hers, who she greeted with a wave and a warm smile. Soon, things were back to the way they were, leaving Nadya and Lilita to continue their conversation, as they took a seat at one of the floor tables. The place was decorated like a vampire’s den, reeked of the leeched too but, the smell of the delicious food helped to mask that stench. “I just don’t enjoy sitting idle for too long,” lied the upyress with ease, as she sat down on the cushions with her legs folded to one side, and her dress fixed to cover her ankles.

‘‘It wouldn’t be too long.’‘ Nadya replied with a grin as she took a seat at the opposite side of the table. ‘‘I mean, I normally sketch out something quick before getting into the details. That’s the stationary part. And usually, the quick sketch is enough to work from after that, I can get a whole lot done while you go ahead and move around.’‘ she explained, glancing around them. ‘‘Besides, it would be a shame if I couldn’t get a full record including all Sanctuary citizens.’‘ a brow rose playfully before she shifted her leg on the pillow just slightly to gain some extra comfort. ‘‘Trust me, I’ll make time pass as quickly as I possibly can.’‘ she assured the brunette.

It didn’t take long before Margot, Jarold’s human partner, stepped up to their floor seats, asking  if they wanted anything.’’I had your lamb a while back, I’ll have that again.’’ Nadya spoke, waiting for Lilita to order and Margot to scurry off before she spoke up again. ‘’Can I ask you something? You’re a teacher here at Sanctuary, were you doing the same back in the Upyr country... or?’’ she questioned, genuinely curious. Lilita had spoken about the importance of being well read and educated in their culture, which is why she could imagine mandatory Upyr classes within their communities.

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As a child Nadya had always been in motion, traveling along the sweltering desert sands with the tribe she was born to. Never had she enjoyed it, but had never questioned the fact of her reality. Never complained about their journeys, merely rebelled in her own way for her own entertainment. Her father considered her a disappointment, and her mother kept hoping she’d change her ways while she just wanted to be herself. When she lost all she had in a mesmerizing vampire attack, the pain was dulled because she never truly felt she had anything to begin with. Heather had been one of the main things she’d dreaded to lose, the one person that gave her some happiness, and thankfully her tribe sister had been spared that night.

True bliss wasn’t something she easily came by. There ware snippets of joyful moments, but true and utter happiness was far to be found. Sanctuary came along and a dream seemed within her grasp. Little did she know that her happiness would be found while still within her human skin. All it took was a nightly stroll within the Vampire district, and her life started changing course slowly but surely. The outward appeal of the Blood King wasn’t a surprise, but as time passed so did her agenda. The more time she spent with Wolfgang and his blood born, the more did contentment fill her every fiber. Every hurdle thrown their way only led her to try and overcome it. As a moth being drawn to a flame was she pulled in by the happiness she felt every time she was near them.

Finally, she has embraced the joy, ignoring the dangers just to be able to stay near the main sources of her happiness. Reginmund, her unexpected chivalrous knight; never had she expected that their friendship would open her eyes to her attraction to his creative, gentle and yet fiercely protective ways. And Wolfgang, her vigorous king who’s dominance never ceases to entice. His powerful character had drawn her in, but she’d quickly realized he was so much more than that.

Unlikely as it is, her happiness has been found with two whom she would have never encountered outside Sanctuary walls. Now, her only wish is that she can hold on to them and make her joy last...

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Rather than excuse Nadyas presence… proximity… he choose avoid the subject altogether, acting like it was nothing of any consequence, too trivial to be mentioned. Since Ayanna had decided to continue the polite fiction of attributing her concern of interrupting him… them… to his advisors ever growing stack of reports, he smiled broadly and ran with that vein. “When do I not have Kellen after me to stay aware of every little incident that goes on inside and outside my kingdom?”

He sprawled back in his chair. “Unless the rations issue is something that needs be discussed privately…” He looks quizzically at the blonde then nodded over his shoulder at the brunette. “…I don’t see a need for you to leave, Nadya. If you like, you can wait on the couch and we can continue our conversation afterwards.”

He pushed to his feet and took a few steps towards the keeper then leaned on the end of his desk, fingers wrapped around the rim, legs crossed at the ankles, effectively forcing her to focus on him rather than split her attention between him and the artist. If Ayanna pressed the issue, he had a ready excuse for Nadyas presence, perhaps not her proximity but most definitely a legitimate concern. “You were saying something about the rations?”

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So, the Blood King was going to pretend like nothing was amiss. Okay, well, Ayanna could play along. She chuckled, “The ever efficient and diligent Kellen.” Though she was indulging Wolfgang, she didn’t lose sight of Nadya from her peripheral vision. The discomfort was clear on the young human’s features. There was something bigger at play, which Ayanna planned on figuring out soon.

The Keeper shook her head, when Wolfgang looked at her for confirmation - about the nature of the discussion - while addressing Nadya. Him offering Nadya a seat there while the two discussed work matters, only added to Ayanna’s suspicions. Ayanna glanced at Nadya, briefly, before turning her attention back to the man she had come to have a discussion with.

“Yes… about the rations… Anton informed me that the eastern corner of the basement in the Town Hall is not in the best condition. I’m worried that it might cave in. He said that the construction team would need about a week to fix that portion. So, that presents us with storage problems for the blood.” While the blonde sounded all professional and focused on the discussion at hand, she didn’t forget that Nadya was still present in the room.

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Nadya gave Wolfgang a tight lipped smile before returning to the couch where she’d first been seated. She could feel the tension in the air, feel Ayanna’s stare burrowing into her skin even as she stepped aside to let them speak. She inwardly cursed herself for not locking the office doors after Reg had left, but how could she have known the Keeper would walk in at that exact moment? Wolfgang was playing it off as not a big deal, but she knew Ayanna well enough to know she wouldn’t easily let things slide. She was relentless when it came to unsolved mysteries. She dropped down on the couch a little tensely and could instantly notice Ayanna’s gaze flitting in her direction. Shit.

She willed her body to relax, assuring herself that Wolfgang would handle it as she picked up the book she’d swiped from Reg’s library and started turning through the pages as casually as she could. There was no need to panic yet. There was absolutely nothing Ayanna knew or could accuse them of from just her presence, which meant nothing was amiss. She did her best to appear aloof about their conversation, but in truth she was listening to every word.

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He caught the triumphant curve of her lips, devious glint in her soft brown eyes and it was all he could do to keep from dropping the bucket, tossing her over his shoulder and running for the manor to take out his mounting frustration on her soft, willing skin. He was only saved from absolute ruin and rumor by her brief contemplative frown as she considered his second mostly-false-but-also-painfully-true request for help visualizing the windmill.

Sucking in an unneeded but not unwelcome lungful of air, he calmed enough to keep his hands to himself as she took a few steps closer, her lovely scent wafting over him, the pulse jumping in her throat. Then she purred, offering that smile that promised a sweet reward once they regained the privacy of his… their… living quarters. He could feel his canines digging into his lower lips.

Damn it.

He rolled his chapped lips over his involuntary fang extension. She makes me react like a goddamn newly made child. He restrains the low growl but his eyes track her swaying hips as she saunters insolently back towards their home.

Once I get you inside.

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Nadya had him worked up in the most delicious way and she knew it. It didn’t take an overly keen eye for her to see that he was watching her as if she were the last meal he would ever get to feast on. Not that she herself wasn’t effected by their tiny back in forth. The intense gazes Wolfgang threw her way were enough to make her entire world unsteady. Her skin felt sensitive and yearned to feel his touch, feel the sharp sting as he pierced soft flesh...

Hmmm..

Her hand tightened around the strap of her bag at the mere thought and she shortly questioned her own resolve to continue this little tease. She glanced back at the tall form following behind her, sauntering with the hubris of a true Adonis. She couldn’t help but wonder just how bad it would be if she dragged him in between some homes in his district and gave him, and herself, exactly what they needed.

It would be bad, but would feel so good...

Her heartbeat drummed against her skin as they reached the manor, having passed from the back of the building. Nadya hardly recalled having heard the usual ruckus from the pit, but she’d been occupied with keeping her wits about her as she stepped into the alleyway leading to Wolfgang’s office.

The moment she entered, she instantly walked over to the main doors to his private chambers, turning the lock on them with a swift flick of her wrist. She threw Wolfgang a playful over the shoulder grin as he entered the office after her. ‘’So... where to start?’’ she drawled as she dropped her supply bag beside the door. She leisurely strutted over to his desk, taking a seat in his chair with one leg crossed over the other. ‘’Discuss the portrait project perhaps?’’ she teased, a saucy smirk plastered to her lips.

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“If you had the slightest inkling that this would go nowhere, why did you pursue it?” Zak’s voice was raised more than it should be. He didn’t believe anything she was saying and his mind was far to cloudy to rely on his wicked abilities.  “Whatever you need to tell yourself. It means nothing to me now.” He looked at her with anger and sadness mingled as one. He was breaking apart. Who would be there to help him? Ayanna couldn’t possibly understand everything. 

“Goodbye Nadya.” He rubbed the bruising of his hand, eyes concentrating on the fractures he felt. What idiot punches a wall without expecting a broken hand. “Go ahead and run away to your blood sucking vampires. If you think they know how to love you are mistaken. You are nothing but a bag of blood. That’s who you choose to love, have a nice life. At least until you end up dead or turned.” 

Woah

She had expected him to lash out and say something hurtful, but his words cut deep. So deep even that for a split second, a flash of anger overtook her, putting her emotions on the defensive as a way to keep from hurting. ‘’Hold the fuck on!’’ she exclaimed, once again stepping into his line of sight and blocking his exit at the same time. Frustration and anger were the only emotions her body language conveyed in that moment. ‘’You do not have the ri--’’  her words faded off as she realized how misplaced her anger was. He had every right to snap and yell at her. She took a gulp of air, exhaling a sigh as to calm her own emotions. ‘’First off, I didn’t know how I felt. As I told you then, I wasn’t certain, but I cared about you, and I was willing to explore it further. We both took a chance.’’

she pushed her hair back from her face as she glanced at the exit to her home. She wasn’t sure how to make him understand that what she had with them wasn’t just about her blood, but at the same time she knew that whatever she said wouldn’t be heard anyway. ‘’All I’m going to say to that, is that you’re wrong, Zak... so, so wrong.’’ with those words she reached out, trying to take hold of the hand he kept rubbing. ‘’Please... let me see your hand.’’ 

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Public and Roses || Closed Nadya

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The quick hug had caught him by surprise and he had reacted without thinking by returning it. Reg’s arms only slightly tightened for a momnent when Nadya realizing what she had done began to pull away. Clearing his throat he looked down into the pit at the two vampires grappling and nodded. Best try and keep things superficial in public, especially here where all groups gathered for the fights. “Yes their some of my brother Ragar’s favorites. They learned a lot from him.” Ragar was a very skilled fighter and trained some of their best hunters. He missed his brother sometimes. Reg shook his head to clear the thoughts of his older brother and gave a small smile to Nadya before moving a bit closer so that only she would hear him as he spoke. “Do you want to see who wins or perhaps follow me back to the manor…I have a surprise waiting for you.”

Nadya nodded in interest as he spoke of his brother Ragar. She’d heard a lot about him, from both Wolfgang and Reg, but never really had the opportunity to meet him. Ever since the failed coup against the Upyr, he hadn’t exactly been very forthcoming anyway. Ragar was still staying within the manor, but never had Nadya even noticed him exiting his bedroom. At least not when she was around. She saw that Wolfgang didn’t know how to haul him off his ass, and from how Reginmund seemed to react to the mention of him, it wasn’t a pleasant thought for him either. She wasn’t going to pry any further, knowing Ragar was a sore subject for them both.

She lifted a brow curiously as Reginmund mentioned a surprise, granting him a wicked side glance as she pretended to be focused on the fight. But her attention had been caught. ‘’Mmm... surprise? But you just got here.’’ she spoke innocently, turning to meet his gaze with a wide smile. ‘’Not that I ever turn down a good surprise.. so if it truly cannot wait, I guess I’ll have to live with not knowing the outcome.’’ she teased sarcastically, clearly fully on board with missing the end of the fight. ‘’So... what is it?’’ she drawled she took a few steps past him, towards the manor.

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Time seemed to always go by fast in the fields and Heather was working hard.  Harvest was starting so Heather was making sure to get there early and hit all the crops to help them grow as well as possible.  They knew that with a little extra loving and good words from them, the plants could be be plentiful.  It was getting later in the day and Heather could tell that everyone was getting a bit antsy to get back home.  So Heather said that they would finish the chores if everyone wanted to go home, not minding being alone in the least.  In fact, they were so in the zone they didn’t hear someone approach.  

The surprise made them jump slightly, but as soon as they recognized the voice a grin appeared on their face.  “Well someone has to hang out with me!  You are always off doing who know’s what.”  They teased back before wiping any dirt from the fields on their pants.  “I don’t think you should have anything to worry about, unless they start talking back.”  Heather laughed at their own joke.  “But seriously, what are you doing here?”

‘‘I take offense in that!’‘ she exclaimed with a playful grin. ‘‘It’s just that I have important business to tend to sometimes.’‘ she laughed, glancing around the almost deserted field, surprised that so many had already left for the morning. ‘‘So you do talk to them? To me that’s already reason for concern, but then again, you don’t seem to have much human company... where is everyone?’‘ she lifted a hand, motioning around them curiously.  It wasn’t uncommon for people to leave early when working on the field. It all depended what type of plant was being tended to, and the amount of care needed. But seeing the field so empty was still surprising.

‘‘I’m just checking in with you. Figured I’d drop by, see if you were done working yet and wanted to go do something for the afternoon.’‘ she lifted her shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. ‘‘So unless you’re enjoying the company of your friends here, I say we go out for lunch first. Or breakfast in my case, cause I haven’t eaten yet.’‘

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Damn her… he was trying to draw this out… prick that wild need in her to distraction even though he found it began costing him more each moment that passed. His fingers tightened on the metal handle, the metal straining slightly under his grip. “While I am perfectly capable of carrying a single bucket to the manor, we could still at least take a few minutes to discuss the progress in the vampire district.”  He blew out a deep, frustrated sigh. How was she winning this little battle? He had dozens of years on her… though vampires weren’t exactly known for impulse control.

He glanced down at the bucket. “I wish I shared your enthusiasm.” He grunted glumly. “While I do have the technical know-how… mostly… “ He muttered and scraped his teeth over his lip then smiled wryly. “… I would definitely appreciate an artists eye for the construction. Ensure that it ends up actually looking like the picture in my head.” Chewing his lip for a moment, he glances at her bag. “Maybe if I describe it, you can draw it so I have… uh… a guide to work from?”

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She attempted to hide the smug grin to her lips, but failed miserably. She could hear the strained manner in which Wolfgang replied, clearly a bit frustrated that she was making him jump through a few hoops. He was trying to make things hard on her as well, and was succeeding splendidly, but she wasn’t one to give in so quickly. ‘’As long as it’s not too much trouble, I suppose I wouldn’t mind elaborating on my made progress.’’ she smirked, well aware that she’d just won a battle, but knowing Wolfgang, he wasn’t going to allow her to win this playful war.

‘‘You mean like... a visual manual?’‘ her mind instantly wandered to Reginmund many books, and bountiful manual’s. Most of the words used in those were gibberish to her, complicated ramblings of the olden days’ engineers and craftsmen, but she always liked looking at the visual pictures in them. Even with her lack of knowledge on a subject, she had a better understanding of it thanks to the visual aid. ‘‘That could work... my drawing would have to match what you have in mind as well, though, so don’t be too expectant.’‘ she chuckled, moving towards Wolfgang innocently. ‘‘But fine... let’s get your gift back to your manor. I’ll draw what you need me to... update you on my progress. Anything you need...’‘ her smile shortly slipped into a wicked grin before she walked past him, back towards the vampire district where she’d first came from that evening.

@wolfgangarcturus​

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ailes-de-corbeau‌:

Keeping her brow raised, Lilita waited for the human to explain why she had been irregular for something as important as education. ‘Different other aspects’ did pique her curiosity, but for some reason, she felt that the human was too insignificant to trail herself, and see what she was up to. Lilita decided to put one of the new spies on Nadya’s trail. Though, she’d probably have to warn her not to harm the little human, the young upyress tended to get a little carried away sometimes. “I’m glad you find the classes interesting. You’re a smart woman, you can learn more if you are regular,” replied the upyress, with a smile that didn’t betray her thoughts in the least.

“My portrait?” She looked at Nadya with raised brows, while they walked down to Jarold’s kitchen. “Is that necessary?” The only time Lilita had sat down for a portrait was when her parents had insisted that they get a family portrait done, before they left on the hunt where they were killed. So, the idea of sitting down for a portrait again made Lilita uneasy. “How many portraits do you need to make?”

‘‘Actually, Ayanna wanted me to create a portrait of every Sanctuary citizen.’‘ she explained, noting that Lilita didn’t seem very comfortable with the idea. She shortly wondered why the upyress seemed so caught off guard by a trivial thing as sitting for a portrait. ‘‘So, as I said, an insane amount. She wanted to create a chronicle for our inhabitants. A visual registry of some sorts. A way to visualize our present to future generations... she explains it far better than I do.’‘ she chuckled.

It was odd that she hadn’t grown tired of the constant portrait creating Ayanna had placed upon her, but her love for her art overshadowed any frustrations she may have had for the constant work. '’I’m able to go out and do what I love, and how many can actually say that.’’ The moment she’d uttered the words, her eyes caught sight of Jarold, laughing as he threw pieces of meat upon a large grill outside his establishment.  Her eyes rolled in amusement. ‘’I take that back, clearly I’m not the only one.’’ she laughed, lifting a hand in greeting of the burly vampire chef as they walked up. ‘’But you don’t seem thrilled about having a portrait made..’’ she spoke, it being more of a statement than a question, but expecting a response nonetheless.

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zak-the-teller‌:

“She found me …..” He stopped short in his explanation. Her advice, though well put, was drowned out by the rushing in his ears. Something sharp painfully pierced his chest. Why? He couldn’t make the  questions come out. He honestly didn’t want to know. She couldn’t be with him. He could hear the conflicts in her head, but knowing the reasons didn’t help anything. 

“I suppose you were going to come find me eventually and I found you first.” He took a shaky step backward. He really didn’t want her to even try and touch him. Anger and pain were the rawest of emotions and both were biting at the bit to come rushing forward. 

He bit his lip and slammed his fist into the closest wall. The pain was like fire rippling from his fingertips to his wrist. If there was property damage he didn’t much care to apologize. For the first time in a long time he was spiralling off the handle. “I don’t want any explanations. You clearly like more bite in a lover.” 

No...

She realized he’d heard her thoughts the moment he stepped back and his face fell. No, no, no! she still had to explain! When his fist slammed into the concrete walls of her home she stepped up to him, needing him to look at her, to understand the situation instead of leaning on the snippets of information she’d allowed to slip from her mental lockdown. ‘’Zak, no. Please listen to me.’’ she uttered, stepping into his line of sight, trying to force him to look her in the eye. She reached out, grabbing hold of his wrist so he couldn’t turn away, ignoring the snide comment about her preferring more bite. 

‘’Do you remember how I felt lost? How you more than once asked me what was bothering me when we were just... comforting one another? I kept telling you it wasn’t my secret to tell, and that was true! It wasn’t, cause all those secrets involved... them.’’ she released his arm as she paused, giving  herself a second to think of the right way to word things even though Zak could pick up on the word jumble rushing thought her mind. ‘’Wolfgang and Reginmund.. the three of us have been through so damn much, you have no idea! Even before you and me even considered getting together, Zak, I already....’’ she huffed, taking a step back, unsure how to even break this news to him. She needed to get the message across that it wasn’t on him, but on her. ‘’Zak, my heart was already theirs. I didn’t realize it when I said I’d give us a chance, I swear it! I care about you so much, but I just...’’ don’t love you the way I love them. ‘’Shit, hurting you is the last thing I want to do, Zak. You have to believe that.’’