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@dameonreturns
If given the chance, would you ever have a threesome with Hannah?
I mean I've had a threesome, and such before, I just don't get the appeal. Personally, if she wanted it. I'd be open to it, but personally no I don't want to as I'm happy with our sex life the way it is, just me and her.
AU! |Hameon
Dameon smiled, “That you did, and I’m glad.” he said, looking over the stunning woman in front of him. Hannah did surprise him, she looked amazing in her dress but he kept his composure seeing one of his hostess walk off. “Jealous of you? Well it wouldn’t surprise me.” he laughed it off, walking her to her table. Noting it, and listening to her smiling. “Well I won’t disappoint. I’ll even make it.” he said, pulling out the chair for her, mouthing to one of his waitress’s for some wine, and a glass and she rushed it over, a long with a plate with some fresh bread, with butter, and some cubed cheese. He poured her glass, and placed it on the table, and left the bottle. “That should hold you over.” he said placing his hand on his shoulder smiling before going to the back, and prepping her food. He figured he’d make her tartiflette, it was a pretty filling dish, and it went great with white wine. He took his time making the food, making sure it was perfectly cooked. Putting it in a bowl, and placing it on a plate, bringing it to her table and waiting, till he moved some dishes before placing it in front of her. “Ta da” he said, smiling before sitting down from across of her with his own plate, planning on eating dinner with her.
She smiled in return as she looked over the restaurant, never actually been in the building, and it being quaint but it was something that was nice to be in, it felt home-y. She watched the girl walk off and she chuckled, “Not particularly with me sweetheart. She’s jealous that you’ve given your attention away.” She watched her sulk into the back room before turning her attention fully onto Dameon. She walked to the table, shaking her head, “I don’t believe you will.” She pulled her dress down as she sat, surprised at the speed of the arrival of the wine, a brow arched in response. “Thank you.” she said, fingers grasping the glass as she brought it to her nose, smelling it before taking a drink. She sat while the food was being cooked; every time the hostess passed the table, she smiled, but was only given a glare in return, which made her laugh. She covered her mouth from laughing when Dameon came back with the food. “Well, you outdid yourself.” She said, gesturing to to the seat across from her, filling a glass with wine and offering it to Dameon. “Smells delicious, as I’m sure you’ve gotten many of times.” She said, gesturing to the full lobby around them, “Shall we..” She said, pulling her fork from the napkin, crossing her legs and weighing the fork in her fingers, “So did I answer your questions this afternoon, or have you managed to find more?” She smiled, pressing the end into the food, and blowing on it to cool it down.
"Well I'm pretty sure she can't blame that I've given my attention away to the most beautiful woman in the room. " he mentioned, after all she was, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in a long time. He had set her things up and went to go cook the food coming back with a plate for him and her. "We shall" he said taking a bite of his own food. He felt like he out did himself but that was biased and had to wait for his dat- guest to be the judge of that. "I think you answered everything that I wanted to know. So no, no more questions from me unless there's any more that you want to reveal." He gestured allowing her to be an open book to him if she wanted to add anything else to her vampire facts or whatever she wanted to say.
Throwback || Namielle
The air was wet, the winter’s rain was still hanging above the market he’d been in all morning. French markets were always his favorite, they had the best little shops, and he couldn’t deny the…food..wasn’t half bad either. He was walking through a crowd when the brunette at the distance walked through the market, like she’d been there quite too many times. He weaved through the people, a cheeky smile on his lips as he came up behind her, his hand coming down on her behind as he smirked, “Excusez-moi manquer.” He spoke smoothly as he removed his hand and stood back a step.
Damielle had her coat on, some days like this she hated. She hated the cold weather, and hated that her mother made her go out just pick up some supplies for their shop. She had been walking coming up to a shop, grabbing a basket when she felt a hand coming down on her behind. It made her stop for a second, she had half of mind to sock him right in the face, but the other part of her just left it alone. Turning around and walking by him and continuing her shopping, purposely ignoring the man. Seeing what he'd do. She had to admit he was handsome, and part of her didn't mind it but at the same time his deeds couldn't exactly go unpunished.
AU! |Hameon
@dameonreturns:
Dameon had slipped inside to check up on things. As usual, it ran smoothly. He was usually good with hiring, although she was a little lost that was expected. Although as casual as lunch and breakfast were, at night it tend to bring more of the richer patrons. It was always busy at night, which he was always happy about, the one thing in his life was going right, and the one thing his ex-wife couldn’t take from him. He was dressed nice like he usually was. He moved around making sure everybody was good, having conversation and bringing people their meals as well. His eyes soon landed on Hannah coming in. He swallowed for second, she looked really stunning. He kept his composure though. He walked over to her. “Glad to see you showed up. “ he said smiling. “Don’t worry, I’ll seat her.” he said to his hostess, gesturing for Hannah to follow. “I already got a table for you, feel free to order whatever it’s on the house.” he mentioned, grabbing a menu for her. “Do you like any particular french dishes? Wine?” he asked making conversation as they made their way to her table.
She took care of the men swiftly before going home and cleaning herself up–part of her knew she should of cleaned up the mess, but it was going to be a warning to their friends. She walked to the restaurant again, it had seemed this is where she’d been all day, but she couldn’t quite complain about it, French food was delicious and so was the restaurant’s owner. She stepped into the building, looking over the crowded sitting room, he got business, and that was really surprising–not because she expected this place to go under, but because nothing in this neighborhood stayed too long. She smiled when Dameon came up to her, “I did say I’d be here.” She glanced at the girl, her eyes looking between them before watching him walk away. She smirked, “Your hostess is jealous–” She dodged chairs being pushed out as she nodded, “Wine–white.” She said, finding herself walking particularly close to him, “I’m sure I should allow the owner show me what France has to offer me this evening? I’ll leave it entirely up to you, surprise me.” She wasn’t too familiar with French dishes, and she was hungry enough to eat whatever he laid out in front of her.
Dameon smiled, “That you did, and I’m glad.” he said, looking over the stunning woman in front of him. Hannah did surprise him, she looked amazing in her dress but he kept his composure seeing one of his hostess walk off. “Jealous of you? Well it wouldn’t surprise me.” he laughed it off, walking her to her table. Noting it, and listening to her smiling. “Well I won’t disappoint. I’ll even make it.” he said, pulling out the chair for her, mouthing to one of his waitress’s for some wine, and a glass and she rushed it over, a long with a plate with some fresh bread, with butter, and some cubed cheese. He poured her glass, and placed it on the table, and left the bottle. “That should hold you over.” he said placing his hand on his shoulder smiling before going to the back, and prepping her food. He figured he’d make her tartiflette, it was a pretty filling dish, and it went great with white wine. He took his time making the food, making sure it was perfectly cooked. Putting it in a bowl, and placing it on a plate, bringing it to her table and waiting, till he moved some dishes before placing it in front of her. “Ta da” he said, smiling before sitting down from across of her with his own plate, planning on eating dinner with her.
AU! |Hameon
@dameonreturns:
Dameon held her hand for a bit, keeping close, at least this man wouldn’t try anything if he was around her. “She’s new…actually.” he said feeling Hannah let go of his hand as they stopped at the shop. “You’re always welcomed…so yes, see you for dinner.” he laughed looking inside his shop then back at her. “Don’t get into too much trouble okay?” he said, before they parted ways.
She had to admit it was the most mundane thing she’d done in a very long time, holding hands wasn’t something she did at all, she liked to keep her life free of any casualties that could be used against her, “It shows, maybe I shouldn’t keep you much longer.” She smiled at him as she nodded, “See you later then?” She said, laughing, “Not living unless you have a little trouble.” She said it as he slipped into his shop, her smile easily fading away as she turned and took the man to a less populated area, ambushing him, “Never nice to sneak up on a lady.” She was expecting something, but not the second man behind her,sending a high voltage shock into her body, which only enraged her causing her actions to be messy and brutal. She licked her red lips, taking a deep breath and looked around her before slipping into the darkening afternoon.
She dressed in a slip black mid-thigh dress. hair curled slightly as her heels accompanied the outfit. Dresses weren’t quite her thing but she figured she should look nice for dinner; she walked to the familiar street, the lights bight and mystical out front, welcoming guests. She stepped through the door and the smell of warm food filled her nose, not realizing just how hungry she actually was. She looked around the room before asking if she’d like to be seated by the hostess.
Dameon had slipped inside to check up on things. As usual, it ran smoothly. He was usually good with hiring, although she was a little lost that was expected. Although as casual as lunch and breakfast were, at night it tend to bring more of the richer patrons. It was always busy at night, which he was always happy about, the one thing in his life was going right, and the one thing his ex-wife couldn’t take from him. He was dressed nice like he usually was. He moved around making sure everybody was good, having conversation and bringing people their meals as well. His eyes soon landed on Hannah coming in. He swallowed for second, she looked really stunning. He kept his composure though. He walked over to her. “Glad to see you showed up. “ he said smiling. “Don’t worry, I’ll seat her.” he said to his hostess, gesturing for Hannah to follow. “I already got a table for you, feel free to order whatever it’s on the house.” he mentioned, grabbing a menu for her. “Do you like any paticular french dishes? Wine?” he asked making conversation as they made their way to her table.
AU! |Hameon
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“Well I’m still sorry to hear that.” He said placing a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe he’ll come around some people do after a long period of time” he assured, soon nodding her explanation at how easy it is to get rid of something. Dameon noticed the man himself although didn’t think anything of him then a drifter. They both walked to his business, nodding looking over at Hannah. “Thanks but will you be okay?” He asked knowing that it still must be dangerous to be tracked like this as he took her hand, gently. Closing the gap between them “If you want you can have lunch at my restaurant it’s full around this time, and sneak around back.” He turned a corner with Hannah as they kept down the direction towards his shop
She shrugged, numb, “It’s been a hundred years, nothing’s changed. We’ll be fine doing our separate things.” She walked down the street, didn’t need to make it known she’d been onto the follower. “I’ll be fine, haven’t lived this long on luck.” she smirked with a sly wink toward him. She took a deep breath, his hand holding hers, it was foreign, and completely unexpected, but she didn’t pull away. She understood why he was so close to her, why he’d taken her hand, and she appreciated the concern, “I’d rather not bring my problems to your place of business.” she said softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before letting it go completely, “I think your waitress seems to be lost.” She laughed, gesturing to the window as she slowed the pace of her steps. “See you for dinner?” She said with a smile, hearing the whispering of the man that had stopped across the street.
Dameon held her hand for a bit, keeping close, at least this man wouldn’t try anything if he was around her. “She’s new...actually.” he said feeling Hannah let go of his hand as they stopped at the shop. “You’re always welcomed...so yes, see you for dinner.” he laughed looking inside his shop then back at her. “Don’t get into too much trouble okay?” he said, before they parted ways.
AU! |Hameon
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“Well one should pick their own sibling. I’m sorry.” he said, knowing that must’ve been rough to lose one’s brother. “I can’t imagine that takes precedence over your own flesh and blood, but I’m not sure how those things work.” he mentioned, nodding that she was fine with it. “I guess.” he said, although she was someone who needed to blend in amongst people. He scratched his head as they walked. “Well I mean a full blown video, posting it all over that kind of thing.” he suggested, nodding to her allowing them to talk. “My store’s fine, I needed to get back anyways.” he said, walking with her. He didn’t feel heaviness in his mind so she wasn’t compelling him so he didn’t mind. “Are you in a hurry to go?” he asked, curious what made her so ready to drop him off.
“It’s the choice he has to live with, I left him per his request, and lived my own life.” She was numb to the loss of her brother, she’d see him again, and he’d realize the choice he made, but until then she as just going to ignore the void of family. “Again, it’s quite easy to get rid of something on the internet.” She smirked as her eyes drifted to the taller man beside her, but the man in the back wasn’t hard to miss. She nodded, turning forward as she walked beside Dameon silent for a long moment before answering, “We have a lost puppy behind us, keep looking forward.” She said as she smiled, “Your shop then.” She confirmed as she took a turn in the direction of his business, “Wouldn’t like for you to get caught in the crossfire Dameon.”
"Well I'm still sorry to hear that." He said placing a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe he'll come around some people do after a long period of time" he assured, soon nodding her explanation at how easy it is to get rid of something. Dameon noticed the man himself although didn't think anything of him then a drifter. They both walked to his business, nodding looking over at Hannah. "Thanks but will you be okay?" He asked knowing that it still must be dangerous to be tracked like this as he took her hand, gently. Closing the gap between them "If you want you can have lunch at my restaurant it's full around this time, and sneak around back." He turned a corner with Hannah as they kept down the direction towards his shop
AU! |Hameon
@dameonreturns:
“Well I don’t know what kind of brother wouldn’t want to talk to his sibling. Did something happen between you two?” he asked her, seeing her shrug it off, maybe that’s what a lot of years did. “Not meaning to pry.” he said, kind of reassuring she didn’t have to answer if she didn’t want to. “You prefer the states? that’s a surprise, I imagine you’ve must’ve been all over the world.” he shrugged. “I guess I prefer it too since it’s my home country but I do love france.” he said, knowing he’s visited plenty of times, I mean he’s learned a few languages but he’s proficient in English, and French. “ Well I imagine you wouldn’t want to end up on the news, or on social media. You know, everyone with a cellphone these days.” he mentioned, knowing she probably didn’t care about the attention like someone witnessing but once something like that getting on the news and such and the government. Although he probably imagines the government probably knows the existence of such creatures but doesn’t want to incite panic among people. “Sorry for all the questions about what you are, um, we can talk about something else.” he said, not wanting the subject to be all about her being a vampire, I mean so far he must guess she enjoys things like people would, especially the fact she mentioned she used to be a devout catholic.
“Kind of grew apart over the years, he hunted me on a full moon, and his pack kind of turned on me, gave him an option, it was the pack or me, and you can kind of guess what that outcome was.” She sighed, looking down, “The need for family, even if that means shunning your blood in the process.” She was bitter about it because she loved her brother, but it was what it was and she wasn’t going to cry about it. “I’m giving you free reign on questions Dameon, don’t apologize for it.” She said with a glance over at the male beside her. “I like visiting home, but it’s better to get lost and blend with the people here, America is quite an interesting place, and it’s only gotten—more interesting over the years.” And by interesting she meant it had become more fucked up as time passed. “If one person takes a picture, it can be easily covered up, wouldn’t be the first time.” Social media was an annoyance, but nothing she couldn’t easily take care of. There was a supernatural being within interpol and they would do anything to keep their existent hidden. “You’re curious, I’d rather you be informed if you want to be aware of my presence.” She worked her jaw because the footsteps behind them were constant, someone was following them, “How about I drop you off at your apartment? Or your store?” She pushed, looking into his dark blue eyes but not pushing her influence on him, just offering a suggestion.
“Well one should pick their own sibling. I’m sorry.” he said, knowing that must’ve been rough to lose one’s brother. “I can’t imagine that takes precedence over your own flesh and blood, but I’m not sure how those things work.” he mentioned, nodding that she was fine with it. “I guess.” he said, although she was someone who needed to blend in amongst people. He scratched his head as they walked. “Well I mean a full blown video, posting it all over that kind of thing.” he suggested, nodding to her allowing them to talk. “My store’s fine, I needed to get back anyways.” he said, walking with her. He didn’t feel heavyness in his mind so she wasn’t compelling him so he didn’t mind. “Are you in a hurry to go?” he asked, curious what made her so ready to drop him off.
AU! |Hameon
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“Meal.” he said like with the rest in a hushed tone, nodding not really a point in changing the words. He was a meal. “Oh so you did that once? I can’t imagine it’d be a great thing to do unless it was someone you hated.” he said, looking over the shop himself. “How about reflections, or turning into a bat?” he teased again, smiling covering the other myths she left out. “Well you’re probably gonna tell me fairies exist too, but I’m sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine not being on speaking terms with my brother. He’s everything to me..” he said, believing her but at the same time it was unbelievable. “It is, well it’s a country. Not really a great place since we actually allow someone like donald trump to run for president.” he mentioned, but shrugs. “But it’s home, I do like the states, but europe is nice too, I’d say so his Japan, Dubai, Egypt very interesting cultures..” he said to her, he traveled a lot since his family enjoyed travelling. “Sure let’s walk.” he said beginning to walk with her outside where they can talk. He nodded to her age. “And yet you don’t look a day past 22.” he commented surprised at when she was born. “I don’t know, I feel like I have more important things to worry about then the idea of vampire’s, werewolves. I mean, we watch movies about them all the time, I don’t see why someone would be so shocked to why they are real? People believe in a person they cannot see but they can’t or be shocked to what’s in front of them?” he shrugged. “I think you’d be happy that someone doesn’t freak out, it was unsettling but overall I’m guessing you have to feed to live, and if you killed me well, I’m sure you wouldn’t have to worry about me freaking out.” he said to her. “The question I have for you is, why didn’t you just kill me? Or do you want to stay in town, and not gather attention?” he asked, generally curious
She sighed and nodded, “Yes, meal. People don’t appreciate being called that, was being considerate.” she said as she side glanced at him, “Takes a lot of energy, but it’s effective. They ended up having an identity crisis, and you know…got carried up in his head. What he gets—” She looked over Dameon’s face and a look of annoyance resting on her own, “You’re hilarious.” she said arms folded over her chest, “I don’t doubt they are real, granted I’ve never come across one, but witches are a thing.” Hannah’s eyes kept glancing at the brawny looking man in the back of the store who had been watching them a little too intensely. “My brother would rather be doing better things then speak to me, it’s what it is.” her shoulders raised in a shrug, her heritage being laid out on the table, but she was all but surprised that he’d bring the current problem of the US up, “Good intentions, bad execution.” she put it simply, though she’d seen much worse then Donald Trump.. “Europe is my home, but I don’t particularly enjoy visiting. Prefer the states myself.” She led him outside, needing to be away from the man in the store, and she figured a more open place would allow more witness’ if he was there to do something. She was surprised by his answer, never thinking anyone would be quite as accepting as Dameon was of her, it was almost alarming. “I do need to feed to survive, yes, and I had held off for a few days, I do eat normal food, doesn’t help too much, but it’ll numb the thirst for a while.” This was probably the weirdest thing she’d done in a long time, have a generally easy conversation, even though it was mainly about what she was, but she shrugged it off, informing Dameon that she wasn’t a television vampire. She turned her head to him, brow raised in interest, “If I was planning on draining you, I wouldn’t care about attention, no one knows me here. I didn’t kill you because I had no need to–and plus you seemed interesting.”
“Well I don’t know what kind of brother wouldn’t want to talk to his sibling. Did something happen between you two?” he asked her, seeing her shrug it off, maybe that’s what a lot of years did. “Not meaning to pry.” he said, kind of reassuring she didn’t have to answer if she didn’t want to. “You prefer the states? that’s a surprise, I imagine you’ve must’ve been all over the world.” he shrugged. “I guess I prefer it too since it’s my home country but I do love france.” he said, knowing he’s visited plenty of times, I mean he’s learned a few languages but he’s proficient in English, and French. “ Well I imagine you wouldn’t want to end up on the news, or on social media. You know, everyone with a cellphone these days.” he mentioned, knowing she probably didn’t care about the attention like someone witnessing but once something like that getting on the news and such and the government. Although he probably imagines the government probably knows the existence of such creatures but doesn’t want to incite panic among people. “Sorry for all the questions about what you are, um, we can talk about something else.” he said, not wanting the subject to be all about her being a vampire, I mean so far he must guess she enjoys things like people would, especially the fact she mentioned she used to be a devout christian.
AU! |Hameon
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“Well you’re not at good at hiding things as you liked.” he said, taking a step back as all the memories flooded in. “You should really be more specific whenever you decide to do your mind control, erase thing.” he said quietly. “Well I’m not sure what else you could be, I mean, you have fangs. I guess the sunlight thing doesn’t apply to you.” he said observing she is out in day time. “Is your brother?” he asked subtle, wanting to know if he was alive and a vampire himself. “My family is, me and my brother were born here. But yeah we have family in france, our grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins all that, I think we’re the only Connors to reside in somewhere other than France.” he said, nodding. “But I mean your origin exactly, I mean unless you’re that old.” he teased her, he didn’t really feel threatened by the woman, even though she did feed off him but I mean how else do vampire’s survive? So he overlooked it, he really wasn’t the type to get angry over things.
“It’s not that I’m not good, I just cover the minimum, don’t particularly think I’ll be running into any of my me–people, the following day.” She allowed him his memories back, because if he was going to open his mouth she’d just kill him, “I’m particularly very good at my ‘mind control erase thing.’ I can erase everything until you were born if I truly wanted to, but you know, that’s only fun once.” She turned to the stacks, tinkering with small knickknacks, “No I don’t burn, sparkle, melt, to the sun, garlic, or the cross, I used to be a devoted Catholic a few years back.” She glanced at him and sighed, “He’s alive, a wolf somewhere in the northern hemisphere, I don’t speak to him.” She said, eyes landing on a man watching them, “Dameon sounds French, so I figured. Should move there, this country is fairly idiotic.” She turned and touched his arm, “Care to walk?” She asked, not wanting to draw more attention to herself by compelling him, “My origin is quite a mess, but Berlin is where I was born.” She started and placed her hands in her pocket, not looking at him as she spoke, “1618.” He was joking but she was fairly old, “You’re taking this fairly well–Why?”
“Meal.” he said like with the rest in a hushed tone, nodding not really a point in changing the words. He was a meal. “Oh so you did that once? I can’t imagine it’d be a great thing to do unless it was someone you hated.” he said, looking over the shop himself. “How about reflections, or turning into a bat?” he teased again, smiling covering the other myths she left out. “Well you’re probably gonna tell me fairies exist too, but I’m sorry to hear that. I can’t imagine not being on speaking terms with my brother. He’s everything to me..” he said, believing her but at the same time it was unbelievable. “It is, well it’s a country. Not really a great place since we actually allow someone like donald trump to run for president.” he mentioned, but shrugs. “But it’s home, I do like the states, but europe is nice too, I’d say so his Japan, Dubai, Egypt very interesting cultures..” he said to her, he traveled a lot since his family enjoyed travelling. “Sure let’s walk.” he said beginning to walk with her outside where they can talk. He nodded to her age. “And yet you don’t look a day past 22.” he commented surprised at when she was born. “I don’t know, I feel like I have more important things to worry about then the idea of vampire’s, werewolves. I mean, we watch movies about them all the time, I don’t see why someone would be so shocked to why they are real? People believe in a person they cannot see but they can’t or be shocked to what’s in front of them?” he shrugged. “I think you’d be happy that someone doesn’t freak out, it was unsettling but overall I’m guessing you have to feed to live, and if you killed me well, I’m sure you wouldn’t have to worry about me freaking out.” he said to her. “The question I have for you is, why didn’t you just kill me? Or do you want to stay in town, and not gather attention?” he asked, generally curious
AU! |Hameon
dameonreturns:
Dameon looked over at Hannah confused. “You would just do that?” he said, seeing him fall heavy for a second, before feeling the memories flooding back. He stood there. I guess he couldn’t get mad at her, given whatever she was must’ve required her to do what she did. “No, that’s fine.” he said turning around. “So are you a vampire? I’m just thinking that’s the only thing.” he said, listening to her. “We are close. He’s my only living relative. At least in the states.” he mentioned to her. “Where are you from?” he asked, figuring they could talk.
“Why not, you know too much as it is.” She said with a shrug, freeing the barricade on his memories, walking around him and continuing her venture in looking at the small items on the shelves, “You are very perceptive.” She said, fairly surprised at his conclusion, ocean eyes drifting to him. “Must be nice to have family with you–wish my brother was as close to me as yours is to you.” She said, catching the hint, “France I believe–your origin?” She asked him, features softening, “I’m from a little of everywhere. Been around for a while.” She concluded because she’d lived almost everywhere at that point of her life.
“Well you’re not at good at hiding things as you liked.” he said, taking a step back as all the memories flooded in. “You should really be more specific whenever you decide to do your mind control, erase thing.” he said quietly. “Well I’m not sure what else you could be, I mean, you have fangs. I guess the sunlight thing doesn’t apply to you.” he said observing she is out in day time. “Is your brother?” he asked subtle, wanting to know if he was alive and a vampire himself. “My family is, me and my brother were born here. But yeah we have family in france, our grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousins all that, I think we’re the only Connors to reside in somewhere other than France.” he said, nodding. “But I mean your origin exactly, I mean unless you’re that old.” he teased her, he didn’t really feel threatened by the woman, even though she did feed off him but I mean how else do vampire’s survive? So he overlooked it, he really wasn’t the type to get angry over things.
AU! |Hameon
dameonreturns:
Dameon huffed out a laugh. “Really? Maybe you shouldn’t do things that leave you open to being probed for questions.” He said not caring about the others in aisle. “Well then, why don’t you start explaining about what happened last night?” He asked, using his hand to allows her to speak. “He’s fine, or from what he mentioned over the phone. So he’s good” he said, waiting on her response.
She folded her arms and allowed him his words, holding her composure ad ignoring the eyes on her, his questions bringing them attention. “I don’t need to explain anything Dameon, I can just give you your memories back.” She caught his eyes, muttering under her breath before blinking and stepping toward him, “Should I leave you to your thoughts Dameon?” She whispered in his ear, smirking as she walked around him and started looking at things on the shelf behind him. “Good to hear your brother is doing fine, you two sounded close.”
Dameon looked over at Hannah confused. “You would just do that?” he said, seeing him fall heavy for a second, before feeling the memories flooding back. He stood there. I guess he couldn’t get mad at her, given whatever she was must’ve required her to do what she did. “No, that’s fine.” he said turning around. “So are you a vampire? I’m just thinking that’s the only thing.” he said, listening to her. “We are close. He’s my only living relative. At least in the states.” he mentioned to her. “Where are you from?” he asked, figuring they could talk.
AU! |Hameon
dameonreturns:
Dameon had followed Hannah to the empty, quiet section of the store. “What are you?” He asked her, curious to what she was. “Second, what did you do to me?!” He asked In loud, but hushed voice. “No he wasn’t. He was out I assume” he said to her, curious to how she knew this information. She thought she was being cute with the grin but he was kind of irritated. His neck hurt, and he can only guess she was the cause of the mysterious pain.
She almost laughed at his outburst, he was clever, she didn’t know how he knew her or what he remembered but she could appreciate his efforts. “A woman in a shop being probed with questions. What are you?” She smirked as he spoke a little louder, catching eyes from the other aisle, “You truly want to remember, all you have to do is ask.” She shoved her hands in her back pockets, “I don’t know anything about your brother, just figured I’d be nice and ask how he was.” She raised her brows, pointedly.
Dameon huffed out a laugh. "Really? Maybe you shouldn't do things that leave you open to being probed for questions." He said not caring about the others in aisle. "Well then, why don't you start explaining about what happened last night?" He asked, using his hand to allows her to speak. "He's fine, or from what he mentioned over the phone. So he's good" he said, waiting on her response.
AU! |Hameon
dameonreturns:
Dameon was confused, as she pulled away. He wasn’t so sure how this woman knew him, he didn’t remember anything about her. In fact he didn’t really remember last night. He let her leave as he himself left, to go to the restaurant. Going in and being greeted, amongst the patrons, his staff. He waved back, soon seeing the young woman coming in for her interview. He pulled out the questions and his notebook. They started off with some basic questions, she seemed promising. She had a flexible schedule, she’s done hosting and food service before. He was flipping through writing things down through the interview when he turned to and already written on page. His brows furrowed, as it was the accounts of last night. Hannah’s name, what happened to him. His eyes widened, as he felt his neck. The memory didn’t come forward, but he knew it was his own hand writing. He spaced out, until the young woman waved his attention. “Um, Yeah….you’re great.” He waved down one of his hostess, to finish up the paperwork. “You start tomorrow. If that’s fine.” the lady smiled, allowing them to finish off the paperwork, as he grabbed his stuff and headed out. The plus side is that he was allowed to leave at any time, so he did. He wasn’t sure what this meant but he knew Hannah wasn’t human. He left to go and clear his mind, he soon drifted into a store, looking over the stuff. Soon his eyes fell on the back of the same woman he had seen earlier.Hannah. He soon came up behind her, he wanted his presence to be known to the woman. “I needed to ask you a few things Hannah-Marie “ he said letting the knowledge of her name leave his lips. He folded his arms, waiting for her to turn around, she didn’t need to know that he didn’t totally account the night.
Hannah left the man there, walking off as if she had better thing to do, she didn’t look back as she left him where he stood to do whatever else he had to do, her heels carrying her downtown. She didn’t think much of her day as she forgot of Dameon, turning her attention to lunch and as the sun slowly lowered in the sky. She fed, went home and changed into something new before heading out again. Her mind didn’t linger on her actions, because eve if she regretted the choice on who he fed on, or killed, she wouldn’t have changed it so she simply just forgot about them.
So she left her apartment, had a few drinks, flirted a few minutes before descending on the livening shopping square in town. She found herself in a small shop, after looking over the shelves she’d decided to just make her time with the boy behind the counter and he was more willing to spare his own time for her conversation, up until she straightened and excused herself before turning, her eyes hardened at he use of her full name, but she was going to play nice so she gestured to the empty section of the store, “Your questions Dameon?” She said, her blue eyes watched him carefully, “How’s your brother? Asleep when you got home?” She poked with a grin.
Dameon had followed Hannah to the empty, quiet section of the store. "What are you?" He asked her, curious to what she was. "Second, what did you do to me?!" He asked In loud, but hushed voice. "No he wasn't. He was out I assume" he said to her, curious to how she knew this information. She thought she was being cute with the grin but he was kind of irritated. His neck hurt, and he can only guess she was the cause of the mysterious pain.
AU! |Hameon
dameonreturns:
Dameon was confused by the woman’s response. He kept his hand on her, looking her over he must’ve seen this woman somewhere, but where? “Really now?” He asked curious on how they met, feeling his hand pulled off. “Fine fine, but what’s your name? At least can I know that?” He asked the woman.
She stepped closer to him, smirk rising to her lips, “Would you be calling me a liar, Dameon?” She chuckled and pulled free from his grasp. She shook her head, “Now that—I’ll leave that to you to remember.” She said, winking before stepping around him, whistling.
Hannah changed into clean clothes, fixing her hair from the damp ends and shrugging on a coat, the same one from the night prior. She walked down the town, looking over the items that the shops had on display, fingers turning pages of books and touching the petals on the flowers that were bundled in a bouquet. “You really shouldn’t sneak up on people.” She said, not turning around as she smiled, offering the shop keeper some money and took a little figurine she found cute. “What do you want?” She said to the man behind her.
Dameon was confused, as she pulled away. He wasn’t so sure how this woman knew him, he didn’t remember anything about her. In fact he didn’t really remember last night. He let her leave as he himself left, to go to the restaurant. Going in and being greeted, amongst the patrons, his staff. He waved back, soon seeing the young woman coming in for her interview. He pulled out the questions and his notebook. They started off with some basic questions, she seemed promising. She had a flexible schedule, she’s done hosting and food service before. He was flipping through writing things down through the interview when he turned to and already written on page. His brows furrowed, as it was the accounts of last night. Hannah’s name, what happened to him. His eyes widened, as he felt his neck. The memory didn’t come forward, but he knew it was his own hand writing. He spaced out, until the young woman waved his attention. “Um, Yeah....you’re great.” He waved down one of his hostess, to finish up the paperwork. “You start tomorrow. If that’s fine.” the lady smiled, allowing them to finish off the paperwork, as he grabbed his stuff and headed out. The plus side is that he was allowed to leave at any time, so he did. He wasn’t sure what this meant but he knew Hannah wasn’t human. He left to go and clear his mind, he soon drifted into a store, looking over the stuff. Soon his eyes fell on the back of the same woman he had seen earlier. Hannah. He soon came up behind her, he wanted his presence to be known to the woman. “I needed to ask you a few things Hannah-Marie “ he said letting the knowledge of her name leave his lips. He folded his arms, waiting for her to turn around, she didn’t need to know that he didn’t totally account the night.
50% of me: I want to be fucked so hard I can't walk the next day
50% of me: I need a lot of cuddles and kisses
