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ace

Ace trusted her sister, without fail. There was no questioning the amount of love she withheld for her — this was evidently a difficult situation. The younger sister knew she disclosing all of the information wasn’t entirely the most intelligent, but she had little desire to keep it a secret. “I guess we have a thing? I’m not sure.” It was so much more difficult than Ace ever knew possible. The younger Bordeaux grabbed a bottle, unscrewing the cap. “Let’s just change the subject.”

Now this was certainly interesting. It was almost written in the books that the Bordeaux and Davenport families were meant to be at each other’s throats; or at least that’s how it was at one time. But a thousand years saw to change that, in many ways. “A thing, huh?” She canted her head, studying her sister. “And what happened to the other one? The raggedy long haired one?” As if she didn’t remember Asher’s name. “You can’t just drop a bomb like that and expect me to switch the subject. It’s like you don’t even know me,” she teased with a smile.

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emerson

She was attending one of the most unique bridal showers ever. It was a merged beer and tea party for the bride and groom with all their closest friends and family. 200 guests to be exact. It may has well have been the wedding itself. The best man was practicing his speech for the crowd when he began going on a tangent, announcing to the group rather personal information about the groom and bride. As the room began to experience second-hand embarrassment, Emerson pulled her teacup towards her mouth to suppress her laughter, muttering to the person beside her, “Good Lord. If he was going for the role of drunk best man, he’s nailed it.” 

There was more than enough events the Bordeaux family got invited to, especially among those of high society. Regardless of the event, Callio typically attended for the food and drama to likely ensure. That particular day certainly didn’t disappoint. Her lips curved into a present smile, trying to hold in her laughter by consuming more of the food upon her plate. With the words spoken from beside her, Callio turned her attention away from the food, “I’m almost hoping nobody stops him. He’s really on a roll.”

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harrison

“No it’s cool. Hit a guy when he’s trying to work.” Harrison replied to no one in particular, holding a glass of ice to his face as he sat by the bar at Fitzgerald. He had promised Rosalie to stop fighting professionally and he’d made good on his word, but that didn’t stop someone from randomly coming down and punching him right in the face after doing a set at his other job. “Isn’t there supposed to be a code of conduct where fights stay in the ring? Unless this had nothing to do with that and I got punched for having been a dick in the past. Anyway, so my glass is empty, do you want a drink? “

Amusement curved the edges of her lips as she listened to the words being spoken from beside her. Eyes traveled from the dwindling glass in her hand to the individual sitting beside her, a brow peeking as his questions rolled from his tongue. “Now wouldn’t that go against the very name, a sucker punch?” She questioned with a cant of her head, “I won’t say no to that.” And with that, she consumed the last of the liquid in her glass, sliding it back against the bar.

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ace

“Me? Wow, great question. Uh… kind of messed up.” Ace leaned back against the cupboard, looking at her sister. Was this new information? Hardly. Nonetheless, her life was in some sort of turning point for the first time in a while. “Things went super weird with Jack.” Picking up an apple, she took a large bite out of it. “But I mean, other than that? It’s all peachy. Tell me about you, Callio. I adore your Eat, Pray, Love life.”

It was easy to keep silent, to listen to her sister speak. Callio was always interested in what her siblings were up to, or what had happened during their day. It was all that much better when it was something exciting. “No, no, no,” she tutted with a smirk growing upon her lips. “How did things get super weird with Jack? Come on, spill the beans.” She cooed as she removed food from the bag, stepping over to grab a plate and utensils.

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teddy

“Why is it that I literally can’t go two feet without a Bordeaux popping up. I know fucking birth control didn’t exist in ye olden days but fuck. Weren’t your parents fucking witches? Couldn’t they have, I don’t know, snip snip,” he made a cutting motion as well despite how crude it might’ve seemed. The lady had given up on her search up front, already leaving the cafe but that didn’t stop Teddy from being annoyed at how Callio lied about it. Not that he had a problem with lying but only if it was him lying about something, not someone lying about him. And if you were to ask him about the double standard, he wouldn’t blink. “What I mean is that you’re bitch, Callio and if anyone stole her pen it was probably you.”

Callio waited patiently during Teddy’s little speech, smile curving the edges of her lips. It was comical, that was for certain. “Now Theodore, you’re starting to hurt my feelings. Tell me, are you one of these millennials everyone is talking about?” She canted her head, brow lifted upon her features. It was merely for amusement, her pestering the witch. He had done a great disservice against her, and now she was going to make him pay for the rest of his life. Soon enough she would get her revenge, but why rush things when she could prolong her enjoyment? “Unfortunately I’m not the one with idle fingers. How has the magic business been for you, Theodore?”

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asher

Asher had never minded, he’d never paid mind to the bullshit that came with rivalries, not now and sure as hell not hundreds of years ago. Unfortunately for the rest of them, both his family and hers, he’d already fallen to the graces of such an uncaring attitude that he’d never truly given rise to anything they’d thrown at each other — everything was amusement and nothing more. “It’s a dog thing, Cal. Who the fuck chews anymore?” He played perfectly into her taunt without hesitation, much like he always did. Despite his history with Ace, he wasn’t sure he’d ever really meshed with any of the vampire family more than he had the scrawny family member beside him. “And I’ll continue to until the end of our days.” Snatching the lighter easily, one swift motion brought flame to the end of his cigarette before he snapped it off, tossing it back to her. “You gonna’ spent the day loitering with me again?”

From two altered ends of the spectrum, the pair had ultimately been pitted against each other. Forced into a bitter relationship, yet neither rose to the occasion. Callio had aimed her disdain at the wrong family, but a thousand years saw to quenching that fire. “That certainly explains it,” she quipped with the nodding of her head, “among other things.” Back and forth, the pair would never see an end to it. An eternity of jabs and pokes, all meant in good humor. “You say that now, but after a hundred years of me following you around, I’ll wear you down. You’ll admit it, Asher Davenport, I swear it.” She proclaimed in a loud manner, barring teeth in a wide grin. Her hand snatched the lighter from the air with ease, pocketing the item. She didn’t often smoke, but the smell of incense calmed her on hard days. “It feels like a good day to slum it up.”

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casperbordeaux:

“Every time I say something nice to someone, they screenshot it,” the original stated blankly, shrugging and furrowing his brows lightly as he looked at the person he was speaking to, “I know I’m not nice often, but enough is enough. I’m tired of people blackmail me with it later.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve added three of them to the Twitter account. They seem to already be a hit.”

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hendrix

“I’d joke and say both, but the thought alone makes me feel fucking sick. How about we don’t label it as either.”

“Don’t you know, lying isn’t good for the soul. Too late I’m afraid, I’ve already done so. All you have to do is accept it now.”

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asher

He did nothing more than grin, absentmindedly and not nearly as brightly as he could have. It was slight, most things about him were, he’d pinned himself well before becoming a werewolf, mystery clung to him without ever trying too hard and he’d made it work for him with time. Nudging her with his shoulder, he laughed quietly, maybe something only she could hear. “I hear apple peels are pretty deadly too, if it helps – I avoid them as much as possible.” But cigarettes? They were a vice he’d never let slip through his fingers. Hues glanced up at the lighter and then to her. “You’re going to bribe love out of me? That’s cold.”

There was a time, when Callio would have spat on the ground that Asher walked. A life altered because of the very family he was born into. But she had given up on petty grudges long ago, aimed to have an eternal life of meaning. And now she simply teased him for the fun of it. “Apple peels? What’d you do, choke on one? Ash, don’t you know you’re supposed to chew your food before you swallow?” She raised both brows, lips curving expectantly into a grin. “Only because you refuse to admit it.” She cooed before lowering her hand, twisting it until her palm faced skyward, lighter offered upon it.

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ace

“Thanks.” Ace murmured, warmly enough, for her sister. The two were more often than not at crossroads, yet, the seemed to be the way Ace appeared to everyone. The only difference was that she genuinely harboured love for her siblings. She immediately went to the kitchen, laying the food she had brought on the side for her. The Bordeaux lifted herself up onto the counter, taking in the sight of Callio’s apartment. “Still into— peace, and shit?”

Shutting the door following her sister’s entrance, Callio saw no reason to lock the door. Why bother when one happened to be immortal? Moving into the kitchen behind Ace, a genuine laugh parted lips, “Peace, love; all that hippie crap.” She teased with a grin, eyeing her sister. Pressing one side of her hips into the counter, she plucked at the bag which contained the food, “How are you doing?”

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asher

“Hope you weren’t plannin’ on gettin’ anywhere too quickly.” He muttered almost too quietly, the unlit cigarette hanging from his lips forcing his words to blend together a little more. “Blocked off 69th and Lex, robbery or somethin’.” Or something indeed. If everything had gone to plan, they’d be long gone and the cops would be left chasing their tail —- and Asher could sit pretty, waiting it all without lifting a finger. Perched on the bottom step of the building, he pinpointed the other with a near candescent glint in his eyes, “— you gotta’ light?”

It was the sight of the familiar blonde that had her easily sliding up beside him, lips settled into that all too present smile. “Or something, I’m sure,” she cooed in an all too knowing manner, settling onto the step next to him. Eyeing Asher and the unlit cigarette dangling between his lips, she wrinkled her nose, “Don’t you know those can kill?” She questioned in all seriousness, before a chuckle parted her lips. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she fished around before wrapping fingers around the lighter, “Tell me I’m your favorite.” She teased, dangling the lighter before him.

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ace

It was cyclical — Ace got into trouble, Ace needed help. Like an ongoing story that would never cease to end. The sibling the brunette sought help from varied, sometimes Noah for his decisiveness and their similarity, or the more gentle ones like Genesis and Callio. The spinner landed upon Callio and Ace was left with a conundrum. She turned up outside of her door, knocking gently on the wood. When the door swung open, Ace held up a bottle of wine and some food she knew Callio loved. “Got some time to see me?” Ace would ask for help soon, for now, she would keep up an upbeat and happy front she knew her siblings desired to see — even if it was fake.

The sound of knuckles gentle against her door had Callio padding down the hall, though she was already aware of who stood on the other side. Tugging open the door to the familiar sight of her youngest sister, “Mm...I suppose I have a few moments to spare.” She answered in a flat manner, but it hardly lasted, a wide smiling tugging at the edges of her lips. “Come on in.”

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josefine

“Great, I love empty threats,” Josefine grumbled, well aware that even at a low volume, the original could certainly hear her voice. “You all seem very keen on trying to scare me into good behavior, and yet nobody actually fucking comes for me.”

It was almost instinctual, how quickly the laugh parted her lips upon hearing the other’s words. “My dear, I never speak empty threats,” she smiled warmly despite her words, eyeing the vampire before her. “Perhaps we’re all hoping you straighten up before we have to remove your heart.”

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teddy

Bitch. He shot daggers at the Bordeaux, the presence of the original making the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Teddy rubbed his jaw and shook his head, “she’s joking. Look, I think the waiter might’ve confused it– check up at the front, yeah?” Bullshit but the lady bought it for a second and that was enough for the witch to give Callio the finger, “–the fuck is wrong with you?” Thorn in his side didn’t even begin to cover it. 

An amused smile crest her features while she watched the interaction, enjoying the momentary chaos she caused. As the woman bought the lie on Teddy’s tongue, she chuckled softly, “As I said, sly.” Taking a sip of her coffee, she kept her eyes on him, “Now that wasn’t very nice, Theodore.” Always aiming to taunt, “What ever do you mean?”

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“----- Have you come to arrest me, or is this a social call?”

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sydney

“Don’t, don’t, I’m–it’s fine, it’s okay.” Sydney waved off the concerned bystander as he stepped out of the ring at the Sanctuary, his fingertips gingerly touching the split on his lower lip. He routinely threw fights when he faced clearly green opponents in order to teach them to defend themselves a little better, and every once in a while, these sort-of students landed a good hit. Blood now dripped steadily from the wound, but he wasn’t mad. Proud was perhaps a more accurate word.

“Yes, yes; we’re all aware how well a Rhodes can handle themselves,” she cooed as she looked upon the man. Her eyes lingered on the blood dripping from his wound, nose wrinkling before she raised them to his own. “You should still have that patched up.”

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lucinda

“Never have I ever played this dumb ass game with some other dumb ass and come out of in worse shape than anyone else.” As might have been expected, Cinda knocked back the shot, effortlessly at first until she caught the bitterness on the back of her tongue and winced, slightly dazed already, “What in the fuck are we drinking? Are you trying to poison me?”

There were few times that Callio enjoyed going to the Frey, and when she did, it was with a specific purpose. Overhearing the woman quip about the unknown drink she was consuming, it brought the original to a firm stop. Narrowed gaze watched the two, determining what exactly was transpiring. When it was determined that nothing good was happening, Callio easily brought herself to the pair, smile curving her features. “Now that’s where you’ve run off to, darling,” she cooed while sliding an arm along Cinda’s waist, steering her away from the man. “Let’s not waste our time drinking those disgusting concoctions.”