addict.

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meisies·:

             ———-     𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑺   𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺   𝑻𝑶𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹  –  she  couldn’t  deny  that  the  cars  do  ruin  a  lot  of  the  winter  aesthetic … the  aesthetic  of  all  seasons , actually.  they  made  everything  turn  brown  &  gross  looking.  her  bottom  lip  pushes  out  a  bit  as  he  explains.  she  notices  the  slight  pause  but  decides  it’d  be  best  not  to  pry  further.  “ a change of scenery would definitely be nice …  ”  victoria says quietly ( & more to herself ).  “  do you enjoy it here ?  ”   all  of  these  questions  are  rather  strange  &  out  of  character  for  the  girl  but  she’s  feeling  extra  chipper  today.

      He nods in understanding as she comments about the change in scenery. “How long have you lived here?” he asked, genuinely curious. If she was a local, she probably knew much more about the nightlife than Caspian himself did, despite the fact that his job centered around the nightlife in New Orleans -- then again, they were two very different types of nightlife. “I’m enjoying it for the most part. Things are... different, to say the least, but not in a bad way. It’s just like I’ve got whiplash, you know? I’ll settle in soon, I’m sure of it.”

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meisies·:

              ———-     𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑺  𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬  𝑺𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑳𝒀  𝑨𝑺  she  takes  note  that  he’s  from  new  york  ;  the  one  city  she  DREAMED  of  visiting.  victoria  nods  while  listening  to  him  speak. “  winter’s actually my favourite season, believe it or not.  ”  the  smile  on  her  lips  is  more  genuine  this  time  around  –  she  enjoys  talking  about  things  she  likes.  “  the cold doesn’t bother me too much but i more-so like the winter because it’s just  …  pretty.  ”  a  bit  of  a  silly  reason  to  like  a  season  so  much.  “  so .. you lived in new york, you said ? how come you decided to move here ?  — i-if it’s okay to ask. ”

     It was odd to him - the fact that some people thought that winter was the best season. Caspian was always much more favorable towards the fall; when it was not too cold, but cool enough that he could wear long sleeves and sweaters and drink tea without being unbearably warm. He raised his eyebrows slightly, tilting his head to the side before nodding. “I’ll give you the fact that it’s pretty, but... the aesthetics of it wear off pretty quick in big cities ; the cars kind of ruin the whiteness of it all.” He didn’t want to ruin her good mood towards the wintertime, though, so he dropped it there. “Yeah - I grew up on Long Island, but I lived in the city for college - so, since I was eighteen... seven years. I moved here because...” Well, he didn’t want to admit the real reason to a complete stranger. “New Orleans is kind of the center of everything right now, isn’t it? And I needed a change in scenery.”

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lmeute·:

crinkled     nose     ,     anastasia     sits     in     joyous     ,     silent     judgement     !     “     …     that’s     sad     -     &     it     needs     fixing     .     how     about     next     time     we     hang     out     ,     i’ll     bring     you     to     this     very     good     traditional     coffee     place     ?     they     make     a     mean     new     york     style     latte     that’s     to     die     for     .     ”     god     knows     this     woman     runs     solely     on     caffeine     as     of     late     (     &     for     the     last     decade     )     .     “     oh     !     not     that     far     from     you     ,     actually     .     i     share     a     two     bedroom     with     a     friend     from     work     -     you’d     like     him     .     brown     hair     ,     bedroom     eyes     ,     &     he     looks     amazing     in     the     uniform     .     ”

     Shaking his head, Caspian gives her a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. “I don’t think it’s that sad -- I’ve never been much of a coffee person, anyways. But I’d be happy to go anywhere with you. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a New York style latte, but sure. Let’s go to some fancy coffee place,” he laughs, teasing her in a manner as playful as he knows how to. He had never really grown that tolerance to coffee that most do in college; he had other things to occupy his time, other things that gave him his own sort of adrenaline that caffeine could never quite get him. “Oh - a fireman? What’s his name, maybe I’ve met him before...” He’s intrigued, to say the very least.

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heartbleds·:

                   it’s   rare   ,   he   thinks   as   he’s   sliding   onto   the   bar   stool   ,   rare   for   him   to   have   a   night   that   he   was   free   ,   away   from   the   patrol   car   and   from   his   partner   .   he   admits   that   he   might   find   the   absence   of   his   routine   a   bit   off   setting   ,   but   it’s   surely   nothing   that   a   drink   couldn’t   remedy   .   blue   eyes   gaze   up   at   the   bartender   while   he   nods   .   “   spending   a   nice   night   cooped   up   in   here   ,   but   gotta   admit   ,   it’s   better   than   in   my   patrol   car   and   dealing   with   the   people   that   stumble   out   of   here   drunk    .   but   i’ll   just   take   a   whiskey   please   .   ”

     Tilting his head to the side slightly in surprise, Caspian gave a nod. He wasn’t sure why, but he hadn’t read cop when he first glanced at the man. “Well, better here than a lot of other places in this town that I can think of,” he pointed out, nodding in agreement when the man mentioned his patrol car. “Patrol car, gruesome crime scene, those sort of things are probably a little worse than a decent bar.” He nodded at the man’s order, turning around to grab a glass and pour him some whiskey. “What brings you in, then? Not on duty, you could be anywhere in the city you want, but you chose here.”

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@heartbleds​

     “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Caspian couldn’t help but comment to the stranger across from him. He didn’t mind the night shifts that he had to work - people seemed to wander in and out of bars at all hours in this city, and you never knew exactly who you were going to meet on shift. Plus, the night shifts let him meet more people who would be... well, beneficial to him than the daytime ones. “What brought you out here? And is there anything I can help you with?”

[masonsgooding]

David Corenswet in “The Politician” (1x01)

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altaira-wickham·:

Altaira watched his reaction when she pulled away. He seemed to enjoy it more than most, but she wasn’t the one to say anything. She was tiny, much quicker to fill from one feeding. “Do you need anything? Like… taken somewhere?”

     Shaking his head at the question, he continued to put pressure on the bite, knowing it’d heal up soon. After all, this wasn’t his first rodeo. “No - no, I can get home just fine.” Then, he paused. “Where are we, exactly...?” If he knew which neighborhood they were in, he was sure he could figure out his way home. His phone was still in his pocket, he could always use the maps app to get him back, but he wasn’t sure how much battery he had left, and it was always good to have a starting place.

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altaira-wickham·:

Altaira pulled away, the burning in the back of her throat subsided. She licked her lips of any excess blood, happy to have finally fed. She had heard his moan, it wasn’t uncommon, but she hadn’t expected it from him. It was wonderful to be fed from someone who actively wanted it. “Thank you.”

     She pulled away much too soon for Caspian’s liking, but who was he to make an argument in that moment? He could still feel his head spinning, the bliss and numbness of the venom making his body feel warm. He wanted more. He wasn’t afraid of a little blood loss. Finally forcing himself to open his eyes, to observe the things that surrounded him, he nodded slowly. “You’re welcome,” he responded, his voice wavering somewhat. “Yeah. You’re welcome.

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altaira-wickham·:

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Closing his eyes as he felt her teeth puncture his skin, he let himself relax, practically sinking into the floor. All he could feel was warmth, like sunlight shining down on his bare skin. A smile curled up onto his lips as Caspian let her feed from him, a breathy moan escaping him. The familiar high engulfed him for the first time in a long time - yes, this was exactly why he’d moved to New Orleans.

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altaira-wickham·:

“Mi amor is saved for my bloodbags.” Altaira retorted, taking his hand in hers, gently pushing up the sleeve. “I’m feeling wrist today.” She inspected the veins on his hand, softly touching his wrist with her fingers. “If that’s alright.”

     Despite the fact that he’d been called a bloodbag more times than he could count, Caspian still didn’t like it. In this situation, though, he’d allow it. “I wouldn’t have offered it as an option if it wasn’t alright,” he pointed out, using his free hand to undo the button at the cuff of his shirt and roll it up to his elbow. “Alright, whenever you’re ready.”

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meisies·:

               ———-     𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑫𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑨𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻  ;  it  was  quite  unusual  for  it  to  be  this  nice  at  the  end  of  the  year.  of  course,  she’d  never  complain  about  it  being  a  beautiful  day.  even  if  she  missed  the  days  where  you  could  simply  look  outside  &  know  it’s  freezing  out.  victoria  isn’t  the  talking  type  but  she  figured  it  wouldn’t  hurt  to  have  a  decent  conversation  every  once  in  a  while.  “  nice to meet you, caspian. i’m victoria.  ”  her  lips  press  together  to  form  a  weak  smile.  “  i’m guessing you aren’t too fond of the winter time ?  ”

     "Victoria, pleasure’s mine,” he replied, noting the weak smile in his head, but not aloud - a complete stranger didn’t need him worrying over them. “It’s not that I dislike winter - it’s... well, yes, I don’t like the cold. But I just moved here from New York, and it gets about twice as cold there as it does here, so I’m pretty appreciative of mild weather.” He looked around, glad that he could be outside without his fingertips going numb. “And yourself? Do you like the winter?”

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lmeute‌:

a     warmth     that     spread     ,     uniquely     his     ,     in     the     cold     december     mid     afternoon     !     it     was     an     easy     connection     ,     kindred     spirit     ,     in     a     way     ,     that     attached     anastasia     to     caspian     .     a     kinship     .     &     for     one     reason     or     another     ,     she’s     happy     to     have     met     the     boy     when     she     had     .     “     i’m     sure     they     will     .     our     coffee     maybe     isn’t     new     york     top     notch     quality     ,     but     it’s     decent     at     best     .     ”     she     teased     ,     though     ,     coming     from     a     large     city     herself     ,     she     knew     exactly     what     he     meant     .     “     did     you     find     good     living     accommodations     ?     ”

     He gave a laugh when she spoke about the coffee in the city, shrugging. “I’m no coffee aficionado, so I probably couldn’t tell the difference between New York coffee and New Orleans coffee if you blindfolded me,” Caspian admitted with a sheepish smile, pushing a hand through his hair as he leaned towards her. Folding his arms on top of the table, he nodded at her next question. “Yeah - I’m in this new place in the Warehouse & Arts district, on the corner of Julia and St. Charles.” He liked his apartment - it was bigger than his place had been in New York, and more than half the price. “It’s weird - I have an actual bedroom, now. No more studio.” Cas gave a laugh, leaning his head on top of one of his fists. “Where are you, again...?”

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altaira-wickham‌:

With a gentle push, Altaira directed him towards the ground. “Sitting.” She smiled, kneeling down before the man. He was her savior. The one thing she would never do is to kneel before someone who wasn’t her husband, but there she was waiting for him to follow her lead. “Mi amor.”

     “Alright, then, right here it is...” he muttered, mostly to himself, as he sat down, crossing his legs. “Where do you prefer? My neck, my wrist, my bicep? Again, inner thigh is off-limits, but -- whoa, I don’t think your husband wants you calling me that...” Caspian looked at her a bit warily, his hands tugging off his sweater to leave only his button-down covering his torso.

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@elisabcthklara​

      “You seem tense,” he pointed out, as if it weren’t obvious, as someone new walked in. He’d heard something about someone coming to perform at the bar that night, but he hadn’t really done his due diligence in investigating it. “All good? Rough day? Can I get you something to take the edge off?”

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@zhcnyas​

     Caspian’s head was still spinning from everything that had happened recently. He’d barely just gotten to town, but it felt like his whole world had been flipped upside down. He could still feel a phantom weight from carrying around the envelope that Alexander had given him in his back pocket. Of course, he wasn’t upset by any of this; he was just a little distracted. That’s likely what caused him to bump into someone he was passing on the street -- his head in the clouds. “Oh - I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, my bad.”

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lamentsdeath‌:

caspian was special someone alexander knew he wanted almost immediately. humans who willingly gave up their blood was something unique, a prized possession in the pureblood’s mind. that’s what humans boiled down to, in most cases, things to be placed on pedestals and shown off. and as far as alexander was concerned, caspian was another prize to display. 

❛ there’s no need to be so formal, caspian. i’m not coming to you as your king. mr. wickham is fine. ❜ though it was nice to be called highness. he held up a thick envelope before extending it towards caspian, five thousand dollars. he knew what that kind of money meant in the short term, but he also knew that when he was ready to offer his long term proposal that it would only be another reason to agree. ❛ this is for you. my wife told me about your interaction earlier this week and i wanted to make sure you were well compensated for treating her well. ❜

     Part of him felt like this was a dream; he never actually thought that he’d meet Alexander Wickham. Yes, he moved to New Orleans to get more exposure to the purebloods, but he never imagined that this would happen. He felt so out of his depth, but another part of him could feel the need for a bite coming on, which surprised him, especially so soon after letting Altaira feed off of him. 

     Caspian cleared his throat, nodding, playing with his hands nervously behind his back. He was surprised that the pureblood knew his name, surprised about all of this. “Yes, sir - Mr. Wickham, got it.” His brow furrowed at the sight of the envelope, reaching forward to take it when it was extended towards him. When he opened it, he was genuinely surprised by the amount of money in his hands. It looked like enough to pay at least a few months’ rent. “Oh - I... thank you. That’s... unnecessary of you, but it’s appreciated, Mr. Wickham,” he nodded, finally returning his eyes to Alexander, slipping the envelope into his back pocket. “Thank you.”

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altaira-wickham‌:

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as though the idea of sex had been off of the table. “Silly man.” Altaira tapped his nose. “I love my husband, and I don’t fuck where I eat.” Her voice quiet as she reached into her pocket, pulling out a few cleanly folded bills from her pocket. “How’s five hundred sound?” She raised an eyebrow, waving the money in front of his face.

     Caspian scrunched up his nose at the feeling of her tapping it, looking down at her. He nearly rolled his eyes when she told him that she didn’t fuck where she ate - he’d heard the same - if not similar - response multiple times before for the people to only change their minds halfway through feeding. Deciding it was best to leave it alone, he simply nodded. Looking down at the bills, he tilted his head, as if he was pondering it. In reality, five hundred for one feeding was more than he typically made in New York. “Five hundred works, but only because this is the first time. Rates’ll go up with any future feedings.” He then paused, looking around. “How do you want me? Standing, sitting, laying down somewhere?”