Raindrops

Derek Calloway || Mayor's Son || Surgical Resident || 30 Years || Empire RP

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After everything that had happened, he decided that a break would be nice. One for some... indefinite amount of time. His sister spent most of her time doing contracts overseas anyways, and it wasn’t like his brother was going to miss him very much. Much like their father, the Calloway children tended to have an overemphasis on their work-life than anything else. And so, for once in his life, Derek decided to be selfish for himself. No one had really been around to talk him in or out of it anyways; so the Calloway doctor moved off to Seattle to pursue his neurological fellowship.

No werewolves, no vampires, no shifters, no witches, no hunters. No terrorist groups, no Bordeauxs to bite him, no Davenports to attack him. Everything was great. It was starting to become a place he could feel himself settling into, though part of him worried he would lose the drive that New York gave him. Nevertheless, the surgeon was in the midst of his fellowship, debating on the offer from his hospital to let him stay and become an attending.

He was a bit ponderous in thought over his morning latte that Saturday, still flipping through the contract and the layout of its details, the specifications and the requirements that would follow. Lost in thought for a moment, his was drawn out of his reverie when a shadow fell over his eyes, hovering in front of his table. Blinking a bit, Derek refocused his gaze onto the other, brow raising slightly.

“...Fancy seeing you here,” he said cautiously. “...You’re not exactly the person I’d expect to see here.” The Calloway clung to his coffee cup a bit tightly as his knuckles began to turn white, Derek’s anxiety rising up ever so slightly at the notion of his past slipping back into his life.

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bcdvampire‌:

“Oh, I do wish.” How sudden it was for one moment to be in the small gesture of holding another man’s hand to finding forms pressed together. It wouldn’t have taken any effort for Clover to break free, but there was something primal and possessive about being pulled into someone else. He felt as if he was being claimed. Perhaps he was. A tasty little morsel for the nobleman to enjoy wherever and however he pleased for the day. “I know not of denial, only providing milord with all that he desires of me. He has been awfully good to me, showering me in affection and charm,” he said, voice dipping a bit lower and huskier with their close proximity. This close, the bard could count each eyelash that fanned around crystalline eyes. “The only hungry eyes at the moment seem to be ours, Lord Calloway, but perhaps you’re right. Public might not be the right place for sweet nothings to be whispered. Pity, though. I would not lobby against hearing all the things you’d care to do to me whenever such thoughts arose in your mind, no matter whom we held as company.” His smile became more devilish, saucy. It was easy to allow the vessel of softness to give way to the depths of Clover’s lascivious waters. Men were lost at sea there until they found some form of refuge, like Odysseus found in Calypso, but they never stayed for the right reasons. Not that the vampire minded. He chased release more often than he did love. “I’m sure you’ll be very grateful for the time I’ll take when you’re done.” His other hand lifted ever slightly and found the waistband of the nobleman’s trousers. He gave them a soft tug, never breaking eye contact during the motion. Not until he noticed where Lord Derek’s eyes had begun to linger. A honey scented breath escaped the vampire as he leaned forward, lips ghosting over the other’s. “But of course, milord.” The words ended with a sudden surge, a closing of the minuscule gap between them as he caught the man in a small peck at first. He didn’t shy away, however, seemingly waiting for the embrace to deepen. 

“You do make it hard for me to hold such charms back,” Derek mused, keeping their bodies pressed against each other, one arm expertly holding the other close to him at the waist. Something about the closeness, the comfortability and the way they seemed to slip up next to each other... it was hard for the Calloway to pull away. In fact, he wanted to keep Clover by him, at least for the rest of the day, or as much time as the poet would allow. However, before he had a chance to reply, the nobleman felt the other man’s lips on his own, a small peck that seemed to linger just for a moment. Not one to let it slide, Derek stepped into the kiss, capturing the other man’s lips between his own. The Calloway was in no hurry, no rush, despite the callings of his profession. For now, he could take all the time he wanted in the world, allowing Clover to explore his mouth. Derek moaned softly, the nobleman letting his won desires slip past his composed self for a moment. Here, he was free. Here, he could let himself be himself, let himself kiss the beautiful, charming man in front of him, let himself be carried away by his body’s wants and desires. The Calloway maneuvered both of his hands so they were placed on Clover’s slender hips, squeezing him gently there before the kiss finally broke, the nobleman needing a moment for air. Derek didn’t allow the moment to cease though, only moving back in to tenderly nip and tug at the vampire’s ear, beginning to whisper gently for only the bard to hear. “Perhaps I should whisper some sweet nothings for you think about. Perhaps I might be a muse for your next novella,” Derek teased, letting his other hand slide around towards Clover’s backside, his thumb sliding along the inner side of his trouser’s waistband until they ceased above his bottom. “You make time cease for me... how I could just take you and have all the time for ourselves, just right now,” Derek growled, the nobleman betraying just how fascinated and entranced he was by the other. “...Help me finish my errands quickly, and I’ll let you take all the time you wish... Let me be grateful for our private moments...”

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bcdvampire‌:

The duality of formal and informal speech was truly what made Clover stay. A man whose family worth was nothing more than the crops his father sold could speak so brazenly with a man born to an esteemed position of power? It was too sweet a fruit not to sink his teeth into. “I believe where we end is up to my decisions and imaginations, if I’m remembering your generosity correctly,” he replied with an easy chuckle. “I’ve just happened to decide that today, I’d like to shadow a quite winsome doctor as he works.” He waited as Lord Derek entered his space, too curious to move lest he do something faster than such a man would allow. Perceptive eyes committed the man’s features to memory this close. He would be able to draw upon images of crystalline eyes and soft lined brow, of the sharp edge of a chiseled jawline, of he indention of high cheekbones covered in a lit dusting of pink. “All you’d need to do is ask, milord.” It was a challenge, not totally uncommon for the vampire. They were clearly leading to some sort of climax. Though, the nature of this left the mind much to desire in a downright tantalizing manner. “Mm…I do enjoy exploration. You’ve piqued my interests. Do carry on with the thought of what other activities may catch our fancy,” he returned in equal tease. It was just in time to be fit so close to the other man that reaching out a hand even slightly would result in physical contact. Trained ears could easily pick up the other man’s pulse as blood flow thrummed behind his skin. It was a reminder of how lively the nobleman was, how lost he might have been to the adrenaline of the unknown. “Do you believe you’ll have enough time for such privacy before your errands?” Hesitation met promotion as Clover’s fingers sent trails down Lord Derek’s forearm until they slotted themselves in between the other man’s in a solid embrace. “I prefer to take my time in private…to truly explore one another, but I would give you myself if you are certain you’d be satisfied with so little time.”

Smiling at Clover’s words, Derek’s eyes flickered with amusement at his words. “Who am I to deny a man a request that I gave? It would be cruel to do so. Very well, accompany if you wish,” the Calloway hummed, only pausing in thought as he felt the vampire’s hands sliding down his arm until their hands were clasping. Derek gave him a gentle squeeze, stepping ever closer to Clover until he could almost feel the other’s breath on his skin. The lord deftly wrapped the other free arm around Clover’s waist, as to keep the poet from slipping away just yet. “Would you give it to me, if I asked? I do hate being denied such things from a face like yours...” he murmured. The young nobleman’s eyes glimmered, clearly liking the way the two of them played off of each other. “Oh, I’m not sure you’d want me to do that. I don’t think my activities are for the faint of heart, and we shouldn’t discuss things so openly in public. Who knows what hungry eyes may be watching,” Derek teased once more before cocking a brow at Clover’s questioning. Of course, everything the poet was saying made sense, and Derek should continue on with what he intended to do for the day, but somehow, the other man made his agenda of things to do, and the half-buttoned shirt wasn’t exactly helping the nobleman focus elsewhere. “I can postpone my errands if it means more privacy with you, but if you’re insistent on taking your time, we can resume this when I’m done,” the nobleman murmured, though his eyes betrayed his own thoughts, flicking down to look at Clover’s lips invitingly. “At least let me have something to think about, just until we have more time.”

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nixonreynolds‌:

The blood was heady with fear, and Nixon couldn’t be bothered to stop. Hunger was just what it was, but the violence of their world was normalized in his mind. There were those who lived, and those who died. Lifting his mouth from Derek’s neck, Nixon pulled back only slightly, staring back at the other for a few moments, “You’re weak, Derek. There’s no room for you in this world. You sit in your fucking castle, sending men out to fight your battles for you. You ever been in a war, Lord Calloway? I have. I’ve watched men shove their swords through their cousins, their brothers – all for a King. I died for a king, and what did I get out of it?”

His grip tightened, his other hand bracing them against the table that he’d shoved Derek against. The wood splintered under his grip, “I watched bodies pile on top of each other; men trying to hold in their organs – it never worked out for them. What do you know about war?” Nixon hoped this was painful; he hoped every word sank even, even as he bit down onto the other side of Derek’s neck, taking another mouthful of the Calloway’s blood.

It was a bit hard for Derek to reply, much less say anything what with Nixon’s hand tightly enclosed around his neck. He couldn’t scream, and breathing wasn’t exactly easy. His frightened, light blue eyes centered in on the dark gaze of the vampire, hateful words spewing out from his mouth. Was that what it was? Because of his status as a nobleman? The worst part of it was that he had no say who was sent where. It was neither his place nor his interest, but he was still at blame. The Calloway continued struggling, his hands pushing at Nixon’s face, trying to get the former knight off, anything to stop him from sucking out all of his blood.

Flashbacks of the Bordeaux hovering over him made Derek struggle a bit more desperately, feeling his life at stake with Nixon’s feeding. He wasn’t a king; he wasn’t royalty, but the look in Nixon’s eyes told him that the vampire didn’t care. He would have been more invested in what the other man was saying, if it wasn’t the piercing pain of the other’s fangs in his neck, the way he was thrust up against the wooden table, despite it cracking under the knight’s grip. The Calloway tried to shift his body, squirming and arching himself in a manner so he could at least wriggle himself free. In a desperate attempt, the nobleman managed to slip out his small knife, pushing it into the side of the attacking man. Derek could only hope that the pain was enough to deter Nixon, that he pushed the knife in far enough. The amount of blood being drained from him and the pain of it all was making it hard to see straight, much less exert himself physically.

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davenportdaughter‌:

They were committing the same crime it seemed, leaving without escorts and roaming around the marketplace. Perhaps it was a desire all nobles had deep down. Or, perhaps he just liked to stray from the path as much as she did. 

Either way, he’d coaxed a well won smile from her as she looked at toward his steed with an unspoken understanding. “I do, just some errands that need attending too. And you?”

“It’s the one day I can sneak out unnoticed,” Derek said with a small smile. “I thought I could spend it roaming the market,” he hummed as he shifted the weight on his legs. “I’m looking for some ailments and ointments anyways, so perhaps one of these sellers could provide something of interest,” the Calloway mused, glancing around the bustling place. “Mind if I come along with your errands, or would I be imposing?” Derek mused, figuring that given they were already talking, it wouldn’t hurt for the company of nobles to walk together.

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bcdvampire‌:

A melodious hum escaped from Clover as he thought over a proper answer to the other man’s statement. There was a level of appreciation behind the noise. The response was far smoother than he would’ve given the man credit for. “If I’m allowed to speak on my wants of you, milord, I’d be more than willing to share where I’d like to be taken. It would start, of course, with perhaps accompanying you today,” he admitted, head tilted and eyes never dropping their gaze as he spoke. “The very thought of how you may treat your patients has me teeming with anticipation for my inevitable swooning, if you’re half as good to them as you are your steed.” It was usually fairly easy for Clover to tell a man what he wanted to hear, but he didn’t have to dive very far into the depths of the nobleman’s character to uncover traits worth praising. He had been nothing but kind and a bit racy. Not a single doubt shrouded the vampire’s mind that he was in the presence of a genuinely good person. “I suppose my answer hinges on what the alternative to your charm would be. I could be moved to fall just as easily for a side of you that brings a bit of pigment to another set of cheeks.” The words left him and he let his smirk turn into a mirthful smile. Laughter bubbled over him and he found himself laughing gently at himself for making such a bold move. It was a testing of the water, a dip of toes into the ocean of no return. Would Lord Calloway shy away from the presence of the bard in his sea, or would he wash over him in waves of desire? “Never in a public setting, milord. That would hold all manners of disrespect.” He took a step forward and leaned his head back a little, letting the column of his throat be more pronounced as it dipped into his half-buttoned, lace poet shirt. “But privately…in the company of just you and myself…I would love to appreciate the familiarity of your name, Lord Derek. In all the many ways familiarity entails.”

"You’re allowed to speak freely with me. I’ll allow it,” Derek chuckled, amused with Clover’s words. Something about the other man was making the nobleman feel more... open. “I should have hoped so though. I’m quite fond of company.” Your company, but perhaps it was too soon to say that. “Is that where we start? Then I wonder where we might end up today,” the Calloway chuckled, stepping away from his horse and up close towards Clover instead. The nobleman peer down at the other man, his bright blue eyes never shifting away. “Well, I’m not sure if you want to spend the day watching me go around caring for the sick and injured, but I’m intrigued by the idea of you swooning,” the doctor laughed. It wouldn’t be a problem if the other man came along with him; it just wasn’t exactly something the nobleman figured the other wouldn’t want to see. Derek’s thoughts were cut short by Clover’s own racy remarks, and the nobleman himself blushed a bit. He stopped in his approach, his mind thinking over the other’s words. Still, two could play at the game, and the Calloway wasn’t exactly looking to back away just yet. “If that’s what you’re looking for, I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing you blush there either,” the young nobleman murmured, his eyes lingering on the half-buttoned shirt. The distance between the two of them was becoming rather small, and the nobleman could almost feel the other’s body heat on his own skin. “Well, we wouldn’t want you to be disrespectful now, would we? But we could explore other public activities,” he teased, before finally closing the space between the two of them, clearly captured by the poet’s words. “Shall we skip to some privacy then? It’s hard to become familiar with each other in such an open setting,” Derek murmured, his crystal eyes peering down and asking for Clover’s permission as his hands danced infuriatingly closer to the other’s for some form of contact.

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nixonreynolds‌:

“I have that effect on people, don’t I?” Nixon managed a smile, though it was as false as his words were. He glanced over his shoulder, his hearing picking up on nothing but Derek’s heartbeat. “Arranged marriage or what? Sounds shitty. The alternative is what – a proposal of your own choosing? That’s only if you’ll be around long enough to actually find someone to love you, right?” Nixon’s words were meant to be cruel, they always were. Even as he grabbed Derek by the shirt, kicking down the door to the empty stable they had been passing. The wood splintered easily, and Nixon shoved Derek inside without a second thought. 

“You’re not going to scream, right, Derek? We’ll see how much your father pays for his son’s lifeless body.” The vampire held the human by the throat this time, only squeezing enough to keep him mostly quiet, “No time at all, really.” With that, he pushed Derek’s head to the side, sinking his fangs into his neck.

Nixon’s words surprised him, more than he would have wanted to admit. Of course, it wasn’t like Derek had those same thoughts of his own, but it was a bit striking to hear it from the other man. The Calloway blinked his bright eyes out of surprise at the cruelty, already trying to formulate a reply before he was being grabbed and dragged into a stable. “S-Sir Reynolds?!” he exclaimed, the surprising strength and force pulling him in hard to fight against. The young man scrambled a bit, trying to regain balance after being yanked off his feet. But the nobleman didn’t have enough time to recover before the vampire’s hands encircled his throat, squeezing him tightly to prevent any cries for help. The tightness from the former knight’s grip was frightening to Derek, with a strength he couldn’t break free from.

Still, the Calloway tried to fight back, his hands striking at Nixon’s arm trying to break free from the other’s grasp. The other man’s words were so threatening and foreboding, it made the nobleman’s face pale out of fear. Derek struggled ever harder, though it didn’t do him any good as he felt the vampire’s fangs sinking into his neck, the sharp pain blossoming there as he could already feel his blood flowing to Nixon. Derek was unable to grab his sword, but his balled fists found the side of the vampire’s head, trying to get him off. He wasn’t dying; he didn’t want to die yet. Flashbacks of the late Lord Noah Bordeaux flickered through his mind; it wasn’t the first time Derek had been fed on by a vampire. But the difference this time was that Noah had intended to only traumatize him; Nixon’s words and the intensity of his feeding... it didn’t feel like like the nobleman would live if he didn’t break free. 

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yael-jacobs‌:

“I never mind,” Yael smiled at Derek, hand going to his horse’s side, stroking it gently. “But I am a bit confused as to how you think your horse being here keeps your father from worrying….doesn’t her being here still imply you’re on your own again in some capacity?” She quirked a brow at her friend.

“The whole point is that Father doesn’t like me going out on my own again. But I can’t exactly go around the city normally without a trail of guards and servants following after me. I’ve got to be sneaky about it,” Derek chuckled, watching as his friend handled his horse with care. His steed wasn’t spooked yet, which was good. “I only need a moment to grab something. I’m not leaving her here for good.”

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bcdvampire‌:

Thick eyelashes lifted and fell as Clover blinked through his surprise at how easily such naughty words were directed at him. “And where would you take me, milord?” he inquired. His own choice of words was purposeful. Would the nobleman chase after him with further innuendo or would he be tame? It was all so rousing. “So you did rush back to me, then. I believe that’s the most romantic thing a man has done for me in a very long time. To what do I owe such endearment or are you simply always this impossibly charming?” Clover took a step back as he moved closer to the horse to fasten his wares to the saddle that framed her middle. He lifted a hand to stroke a thumb under his own chin in contemplation. “It is indeed, and I apologize for my delay. My name is Clover, milord,” he said before taking a formal bow. As he rose he held a bit of mischief to the lopsided smile soft pink lips formed. “What of yours, Lord Calloway? What may I call you?” For the second time, he omitted a statement in favor of offering a potential pursuit. He wasn’t sure where this amount of restraint came from, but he wouldn’t complain about remaining a little coy.

“Depends on where you would want to go. But I’ll leave that up for your own decisions and imaginations,” Derek mused, still unfazed from his staring at Clover. Normally, the nobleman would be shier, more reserved and contained to himself. But with his father pressing him to find someone to be wedded to and his own refusal on the matter, the young Calloway wanted to have a little freedom for himself. Besides, it was only light banter. If something came from it, it was unplanned and out of his control. Derek was only along for the ride, in that sense. “So you caught me in the act. I’ll admit, I’m not as charming, but maybe for you, I’m feeling a bit generous. You did do me a favor anyways, and my steed has yet to be entirely spooked,” the Calloway laughed as he finished securing the medications to his horse. “But I can be charming when I need to be. Would you rather I not be?” Derek mused, cocking a brow at Clover before the small introduction. Perhaps his eyes lingered a bit too long on those lips, and the nobleman barely caught himself before nodding at the name. Bowing back in turn, it was not as formal, but still respectful to the other man. “Clover? A beautiful name. Fits for a man as... stunning as you,” he teased, half tempted to reach out to the stranger. The jawline on him seemed more dangerous than the nobleman wanted to test though, and that was exciting in its own right. “Well, I think Lord Calloway coming from you sounds just fine,” Derek hummed, his crystalline eyes glimmering in amusement. It was only light teasing; he could have this. “But if you must address me to avoid confusion with my father, then Lord Derek is also fine. Do you have intentions of calling me by my name often?” he mused, wondering how long this interaction would last, or if this was a passing thing.

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bcdvampire‌:

Clover’s book simply paled in compelling comparison to the brief interaction that was shared between himself and the nobleman. The characters and story were beautifully told, but he was positively abuzz with excitement to get better acquainted with the other man. It was for this reason that he set his manuscript aside and ventured closer to the man’s horse. You could tell a lot about a person based on the nature of their animal companions. She didn’t seem to fear him, either due to his cold and lacking in predatory aura or the smell of fresh crop that clung to his very being, but it was her closing the distance that told him all he needed to know. Horses were easily spooked, seldom prone to putting themselves in harm’s way due to being exposed to their understanding of being prey. This horse didn’t seem to hold that opinion of herself as tightly as others. She remained a bit anxious, but her docile and gentle temperament was a testament to her caretaker and rider.

As the vampire stroked along the pristine, maintained mane of his newfound animal friend, his heightened senses caught onto a familiar approaching sound. He didn’t think he’d need the enhancement to hear the nobleman coming, though. It wasn’t as if the man was being stealthy. He smiled, anyway, pushing away his instinct to respond with something along the lines of ‘Would rather take the nobleman’s last name than his steed’. The Calloway man wasn’t someone he was trying to allure at a tavern. “Just a bit of light gossip between new friends. She’s quite taken with you. I can’t say I blame her,” he said evenly, eyes lingering on the other man’s gaze before shifting down to look at all he was carrying. “You weren’t gone long. I’m not sure if that means you thought I’d run off with her or if you were hurrying back to me.”

There was something about watching the stranger approaching and stroking his horse that was quite delightful. Derek appreciated the gentleness that the other man showed, and the nobleman wished for a moment that he could have waited a little longer, just to watch the interaction between the two. It wasn’t common that his horse was comfortable with other strangers; while she was quality breed, his horse had different signs of discomfort and tenseness with new people. But with Clover, she seemed to lean right into the other’s touches, eyes closing just a little bit longer than normal. His mother had the same effect to animals; they seemed to bask in her presence just a bit longer than normal. Derek slid next to the duo, standing next to Clover with newfound curiosity. 

“You’d only need to ask if you wanted to be taken,” he teased lightly, levity in his words. “I take quite good care of those I’m fond of.” The nobleman shifted the weight in his legs, adjusting the medications and ailments he carried in his pouch. “Well, as a secret between us, I think I’d rather stay in the company of you than wait inside for assistance. But don’t tell the shopkeeper inside; he might get a bit jealous,” the nobleman laughed again jokingly. “Besides, I do believe you owe me a novela. That and I wanted to see how red those cheeks got. Not that I don’t like how you look already,” Derek hummed softly. The nobleman took a moment to glance around before fastening his packages to the side of his horse’s saddle. “So, do I get a name? Isn’t it proper etiquette to introduce yourself to a lord?” The shimmering, blue eyes remained fixated on Clover, never once leaving once they found their mark again. It was the most ease he had felt in a while, and the words they exchanged with each other wasn’t something he wanted to end just yet.

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claire-ofdavenport‌:

“There’s no need for such formalities I’m happy to help, but I must ask would you consider selling your horse to me? I know you’ll most likely say no, but I thought I’d ask. Your horse is very beautiful and I can tell they’ve been well taken care of.” she said with a small smile. She loved animals and had a special place in her heart for horses.

“No? I wouldn’t dare say we’re close enough to not use formalities, but if you insist,” Derek mused with a slight bow towards her. He knew enough about the Davenports to not tread on their toes in the wrong way. A human in this world was already a precarious situation. A noble human? Even more so. The Calloway reached over, gently stroking his horse again. “I’m afraid I can’t. She’s my best steed and the one I’m closest too. My first one, you might say. I’ve got too much of her in my heart to give her away.”

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davenportdaughter‌:

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Arya lifted a delicate hand, placing a finger against her lips as a call for silence and sealing of their deal. People of notable birth walking alone in the market was always a concern. But what was life for if not to bend the rules a little bit? 

“I don’t blame her,” She responded when he spook of her temperament. Many would describe her the same way. Loneliness so often spark the tempest in her. “Idle hands are troubles workshop. Or in this case, I suppose it’s hooves.” 

“And what is there to tell, Lady Davenport, unless you’re also doing something you shouldn’t be?” Derek mused with a small smile. The nobleman nodded carefully before patting the side of his steed with a firm hand. “Careful, you mustn’t let her hear such things. She’ll take it straight to her heart,” the Calloway teased before adjusting his outfit lightly. It was always a requirement to look presentable in public; that lesson, he never forgot from his father. “Do you have business at the market today as well?”

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nixonreynolds‌:

“Well, you never know who’s around here, do you?” Nixon refrained from rolling his eyes, wondering when he had to be this nice to get what he really wanted. Derek probably didn’t deserve what was going to happen to him, but then again – no one ever did. Nixon certainly felt like he hadn’t. “I may be a knight, but it’s not like I go around killing people. It’s been a while.”

All lies; they were too easy to even say now. “Thank me properly? I’m a promised man, Lord Calloway. You might be a little too late for that.” He hummed, finding it all mildly amusing. Motioning towards the next alley, Nixon followed Derek down it, “And what kind of price does your father find worthy of an escort?”

“That’s true. Sir Reynolds, there’s a reason why I feel more comfortable walking around with you,” he chuckled, taking the man’s words at face value. After all, knights were supposed to keep them safe after all. For the king, sure, but there wasn’t any reason for them to act against the nobles.

The Calloway idly followed Nixon’s gestures, moving in towards the alleyway. The young man laughed lightly, shaking his head. “Not like that, Sir Reynolds. Besides, I think my father has other plans for that anyways. I meant monetarily, but that’s something you’ll have to discuss with my father. I don’t think it’s my place to determine,” he teased, before glancing around the alleyway idly. It was a bit darker and more closer than he was used to, but he always did seem to find his way back home. “I don’t think it’s much further. I don’t want to take much of your time tonight.”

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bcdvampire‌:

Honey dripped from the man’s tongue and Clover was but a bee, desperate to eat and revel in the nourishment such sweet charm allowed. He wondered if he said these things to all the pretty men he ran into. “Keep it up and your plan might just come to fruition.” He was having a hard time containing the warmth pooling in his stomach at the open displays of attraction. It was unnerving, yet hopelessly compelling. “Milord!” he gasped, hand quickly lifting up to cover his mouth. How brazen. It was as if the dam that kept the floodgates of attraction had broken, leaving Clover to be tackled by massive waves of sexual declaration. The man could’ve asked him to do anything and he would’ve completed the task with desperate fervor. “I’d say I’m certainly getting to know the Calloway in front of me and I’m not displeased.” Understatement. “We’ll be here. I look forward to getting to know more about you.”

If he were honest, Derek quite liked the way he and this stranger had their light banter. The nobleman didn’t really have the chance to speak so freely with others; everyone else he encountered was either serving him, a family member, or from another nobility line that required proper etiquette and restraint. The Calloway didn’t think he was overstepping either, but it was nice to be less... tight, for once. “I should hope so. I do hate my hard work being for naught,” he chuckled, even more so when Clover covered his mouth. How charming. Nodding once more at the other man, Derek stepped away, already walking to pick up the necessary items for his work.

Not much time had passed before the nobleman was returning back to the duo, his eyes already fixating on Clover the moment he was in his line of sight. Perks of nobility meant an accelerated assistance, it seemed, which was good because he didn’t want to keep the other man waiting. Not after their brief conversation. “I see she’s already fond of you in the time I’ve been gone. Surely you won’t be trying to steal away a nobleman’s steed?”

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bellatorlukos‌:

Aurora looked up from her hands that she was washing off, wanting to clean the pesky dirt off of her hands before it dried and got stuck onto her skin. The redheaded girl looked at the man and then his horse, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Of course, I don’t mind, What’s her name?” she answered and wiped her hands dry, most of the dirt gone. She’d have to wash the rest off later. She stepped a bit closer and cleared her throat. “Do you need help with anything?”

“Celeste. I’m fond of the name,” Derek mused with a small yet painful smile. It was a conversation he had no interested getting into, but yet was a reminder of a past that he chose not to forget. The nobleman adjusted his clothing for a moment, brushing the creases carefully. He’d have to have some take care of it when he returned home. “Oh no, milady. I’ll manage just fine. I’m just grabbing some things for my father is all. Some important items, I’m sure,” Derek laughed with an amused smile on his face. “What about yourself? Or do you spend your time outside for your enjoyment?” 

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witheredwarren‌:

“Not at all,” Aerith replied with a friendly smile. “I could use the company.” It looked like she was alone, standing by a message post and braiding the daisies she’d found into a crown as she waited for a customer to come by. “She’s beautiful.”

The Calloway watched how Aerith approached his steed, her hands carefully brushing his horse. Derek smiled in turn, nodding his head towards the woman. “I’m a bit attached; she was my first, and I’m too fond of spoiling her it seems. I don’t think I can go anywhere without her,” he laughed lightly. “She seems to like you very much though, milady. You must have what they call ‘nature’s touch’. My mother has it too.”

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thelaurellang‌:

“No need to worry,” Laurel told him. “I know how to keep a secret-” Of course that is true but there was a bigger part which was that there was no way she’d seek his father to tattle on him. It would be a childish thing to do and Laurel believed herself to be anything but a child but she also had no desire to see the elder Calloway. 

“Lucky for the two of us,” he laughed lightly before patting his horse carefully. “Thank you, though. I’ll be back shortly. I just need to grab some things before I head out, but I don’t want anyone taking away my steed. Picked her out myself and all; you could say I’m attached,” Derek mused. His eyes lingered on his half-sister for a moment, wondering if he was to ask about her and engage in pleasantries. It wasn’t something his father would approve of, that was for sure.