[die-youthful]

bloodxspice:

“Awesome,” Clarice said scratching the little guy behind the ears.  As scary and uncomfortable as the procedure had been, once she started doing that, he was back to being all purrs.  “Thanks again.  Coffee’s on me next time to come in.  I’ll even throw in a free muffin or bagel or whatever you want.”

"Sounds good," Simone smiled, reaching out to pet the cat one last time, "Freebie's lucky to have been rescued by you, winters can be harsh around this area for strays. If you have anymore questions or have an emergency, don't hesitate to call me," she offered while handing her a business card.

[die-youthful]

zxkecallen:

“You wanna’ carry a body to the road and just hang around and wait for someone notice? Tell you what, you go ahead, and I’ll stand back here while they crucify you for the murder of a witch, huh?” That was just a nightmare waiting to happen. “No, genius. The pack by your feet, there’s a radio, use it.”

Simone narrowed her eyes at his tone, having never been one to do well with orders. “Why don't you do it then since you seem to have everything under control," the vampire snapped, crossing her arms and settling her weight onto her right leg.

[warlockxgarrett]

“Don’t sweat it—I know what it’s like to be short a few bucks.”

[die-youthful]

Simone looked up from digging in her purse, a look of annoyance on her face, “Thanks, but I’ve got it.”

[die-youthful]

devlinxclery:

“It’s a gift of mine. Then what are you waiting for? An invitation?”

“Alright then. Simone Artois, pleased to make your acquaintance,” she introduced, placing her hand out for him to shake. 

[die-youthful]

Oh, St. Valentine

[die-youthful]

damien-hunt:

The door closed behind them and Damien walked after Simone, releasing her hand to pull the sleeve of her robe and let it drop on the floor. The bottle was left on the coffee table, freeing his hands to roam the length of her arms, wrapping his limbs around her lithe frame to press against his body.

He noted the mild scent of vanilla on her skin as he pushed her hair to the side to expose her neck, letting his mouth graze her skin lightly as he spoke, “We could still do that, be friends– friends who sleep together, fuck buddies.” He chuckled, aware that it might infuriate her though he did not make a move to separate himself. 

Between the thin fabric she wore to his unbuttoned formal wear, they were not enough to hide the growing need he felt for her. One hand slid down to intertwine with her fingers, holding her in an embrace, pushing her hips to his arousal while the other rested on her thigh, hiking up her negligee, his palm sliding dangerously inwards, slowly, teasingly as he reached the lace undergarment before stopping to turn her around to face him.

He started humming a tune, his mouth curved in a mischievous smile as he began to sway them in a slow dance. Damien held he tenderly as he sang the words:

“My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable Unphotographable Yet you’re my favorite work of art”

He made sure to make a face at Simone as the older vampire teased her with the lyrics. His voice broke into an almost laugh when he reached the line ‘laughable’ though he retained his composure and continued singing intimately to her, almost whispering the words in her ear as they danced in the middle of her living room,

“Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak Are you smart? But don’t change a hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little Valentine, stay Each day is Valentine’s Day”

He would’ve sang it to her, to the little girl who looked at him fondly and he could already imagine the way her brows would knit at how perfectly the words seemed to describe her. But she wasn’t here, Isabeau was and as his memories of the twins weaved into a blur, Damien, drunk and in longing,  pressed his mouth carelessly against hers.

Simone didn’t react as Damien tugged the robe from her shoulders, the silky material sliding over her skin as it fell into a puddle on the floor. She was left in a slip, the thin garment doing little to separate her from him as the man pulled Simone against his body. She took a deep breath and tilted her head slightly to the side as Damien  leaned in to press his mouth to the flesh of her neck, his lips brushing the skin tantalizingly as he spoke. His words provoked a scoff, and perhaps, if he wasn’t pressed against her back as he was, and the arousing and unique scent of him wasn’t clouding her mind, and if his voice, muffled slightly as his lips moved against her neck, wasn’t sending mini shockwaves to the tips of her fingers, Simone might have pulled away and chastised him for the comment. But she could do no such thing in that moment, but instead could only offer a halfhearted rebuttal, “And what makes you think I want–,” She wasn’t able to finish her sentence as his hand moved to rest on the smooth skin of her thigh just under the hem of her nightie. Simone’s breath caught suddenly on the last word she spoke, and the hand intertwined with Damien’s squeezed as his other slowly moved higher, reaching the inside of her thigh with frustrating restraint. A warmth started in her chest and poured through the rest of her body, settling at her core, as Simone’s free hand grabbed at the hem of the slip, brunching the material in her fist.

She was surprised when he suddenly spun her around, his hand on the small of her back, holding her close. Simone cocked her head to the side as she looked up at him, her eyes roaming his face before meeting his dark gaze. She reached up to wrap her arms around the back of his neck, moving her body in time with the tune he had begun to hum – one she recognized immediately, provoking a small smile. The woman looked up at Damien as he sang, his voice quiet but filling the space all at once. She realized as he sang the words intimately in her ear that she had never really grasped what the words meant. As she listened line by line her brow knit at how perfectly the song seemed to fit. Shaking her head, Simone rolled her eyes when Damien made a face at her, yet a giggle escaped her throat and she began to softly hum along with his words as they danced closely.

Her eyes fell shut as her fingers played with the ends of his hair. It was then that she felt it again. The tingle that started high in her cheeks and moved down her neck and into her chest. From there it spread to her naval and crawled out to her fingertips and onward to the tips of her toes. The sensation was frightening, overwhelming even, and when his lips were suddenly pressed against her own, Simone lingered in the embrace for a moment before opening her eyes and pulling away. Her gaze dropped as she shifted to put some space between their bodies. “Damien…,” She cautioned, closing her eyes while steadying her breath. Her voice did nothing to hide the hesitation she felt. Looking back up at the older vampire, Simone bit her lip as her head spun. Her first thought was that he was playing her. She had seen him in action before, his voice like liquid gold as he purred in women’s ears, his touch soft yet electrifying all at once, his eyes black and enticing – making you feel like the only woman in a room full of many. For all she knew, Simone was his third conquer of the night. She tried to convince herself that was the case, but for some reason it didn’t ring quite true. Not this time. Simone could have come up with a thousand reasons to turn him down, a thousand reasons to pull away entirely, but as the final minutes of Valentine’s day came to a close, the vampire found that she simply didn’t care what those reason were.

“Fuck me,” she commanded, all hesitation gone. Her eyes locked on his before she leaned in, reconnecting their lips.

[santiagoxdelacruz]

“Somehow I don’t think it’s supposed to smoke like that.”

[die-youthful]

“It’s not,” Simone said looking down into the hood of her car, “I really need to get rid of this junk.”

[hailthesunnydays]

[die-youthful]

Non, merci || Damien & Simone

[die-youthful]

damien-hunt:

Her laughter sounded nice, if he had to find a way to describe it simply, and despite the ringing in his ears from the hangover, her amusement (at his expense) was pleasant to hear. Damien could try but there was hardly a time that she had laughed just as she did, it was more of her twin’s affliction, to laugh at anything and everything.

The sound caught the attention of the cat, darting into the living room from where ever he had spent the night. Maybe he was just as perplexed as Damien was and the pair watched and waited, and while Hades got bored of it within the first ten seconds, the older vampire looked on with a faint smile on his face until she composed herself.

There was a moment shared between them, a tenderness that was cut short when Simone asked him to prepare tea and feed her cat. She was already on her feet and was making her way to the bedroom before he could complain. 

Left alone in with an expectant cat, Damien gingerly got up, groaning as he lumbered his way to the kitchen. He opened a few cupboards, some drawers and found the tea and the cat food. He stood in front of the sink as the water boiled and the cat ate and he stared.

He remembered it, all of it. Who ever said that you drink enough and you can forget didn’t know what they were talking about. He recall pinning her against the sink and pressing his mouth against her skin– the ripped clothing – he let out an audible sigh as he opened the faucet and splashed his face with the cold water.

“Get yourself together, Damien,” he muttered.

Simone stood on the other side of the door for a long moment after she had closed it, her mind playing the events of the previous night over in a hazy and non linear fashion. She hadn’t had much to drink -- a few glasses at most -- and yet the memory played back as if she had been. Pushing off of the door, the woman made her way into the bathroom and stood before the sink, her refection staring back at her in the brightly lit space. She looked at herself for a long moment, the familiarity of her own appearance  magnified by the amount of time she had been on earth. Miniature lined creased between her brow as sleepy brown eyes roamed her face.  She had never seen herself as particularly beautiful, and would even go so far as to describe her features as plain. And now, with the heaviness of last nights transgressions creeping back into her heart, Simone felt selfish for having ever been worried about such matters. 

There were still fragment’s of Damien’s story that were left unanswered. Like who the “she” that had died had been. Or why he felt as though it was his fault. They were answers she never expected to receive, and despite her curiosity, wouldn’t push for. Turning on the cold water, Simone splashed her face with the liquid to get her head straight. She had no time for a shower, so that was going to have to do. With one last look in the mirror, the woman grabbed a towel to dry her skin, and tried not to wonder if she was still Damien’s Simone, or whether she had turned into her sister entirely. 

Opening the door of her room, Simone exited her room dressed for work and prepared to pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Her hair was tied up away from her face, as her heels clicked on the wood flooring. She was dressed professionally in a white blouse that had yet to be completely buttoned, paired faded pink trousers and. Damien was no where in sight as the vampire looked around the room. It was a mess of empty bottles and cups that had once held wine, and though she felt the urge to clean it up, the most she could muster was hanging Damien’s discarded coat. Lifting it from the coffee table, she went over and placed it on the rack, and heard it again: the rustle of paper in the pocket. Glancing towards the kitchen, Simone hesitated before ultimately allowing her curiosity to win over. Pulling the paper from the coat, she unfolded it to find a sketch of a young woman. She instantly recognized the familiarity between Damien and this woman. Her smile was small, as if she were the kind of woman to grin slowly. Her eyes were kind, yet serious and even in the beautifully made sketch Simone could see their depth and darkness. She was breathtaking, and suddenly she understood. She’s gone. This was she. A feeling of guilt settled over the woman and she quickly folded the paper and placed it back where it had been found. 

“Damien, I’m ready to go,” She called, reaching into a tabletop plate to grab her watch and fasten it around her wrist. 

[devlinxclery]

“You’re all boring and I hate you. That’s it, nothing more to report.”

[die-youthful]

“Judging a bit harshly don’t you think? I mean, I haven’t even introduced myself yet.”

[die-youthful]

simon-talbot:

Simon offered her his arm. One of the nice things about immortals was they didn’t think formal gestures of politeness were weird. “Dear God, not again. Do you want me to look at it? I know taking it to that garage can be a pain, what with Sawyer being there.”

Simone took his arm, always grateful the the polite gestures of times past. There were the obvious perks of modern comforts and technology, but the disconnect with from common courtesies and manners. “Would you do that,” Simone said, looking up at him, “I would love you forever. Lord knows it’s a piece of shit, but I’ve had it for so long now.”

[die-youthful]

itssethtalbot:

“Really?”  Seth asked kind of surprised by her answer.  He figured someone as smart, pretty and successful would be married or at the very least be dating.  She was a vampire though and he knew vampires were weird with relationships.  “That’s too bad,” he said thoughtfully trying to think if he knew any eligible bachelors.  None he’d want to introduce her to.  The best he could think of were his brothers but they were already giving him a hard time about dating a vampire.  “Well if I do find someone, I’ll be sure to let you know right away.”

After being alive for so long, the idea of having one particular significant other became harder to achieve. The fear of getting connected to someone who could die at the flip of a switch was one detriment, and from there the list went on of reasons to steer clear of serious relationships. That’s not to say that no part of her wanted someone, wanted to be in love. And perhaps her teasing joke about Seth knowing someone hadn’t been entirely insincere. “I’ll survive. I mean, I’ve made it this far.”

[die-youthful]

bloodxspice:

Clarice didn’t get too many compliments on her looks, let alone other women saying they wished they looked like her.  She was flattered but also not sure how to answer so she changed the subject inside.  “Is he almost done?”  She asked trying to see around Simone.  “Nothing too bad right?  I don’t want him dying on me.”

Simone had finished putting on her gloves, and quickly worked to take the little guy’s temperature, knowing the procedure was less than comfortable. Freebie did well though, and with just a bit of scratching, he was done and all the boxes checked off. “Nothing bad at all,” Simone concluded, taking off her gloves and going to wash her hands. “Keep feeding him twice daily, and if you notice scratching then call us and we can get a subscription for flea medicine in to help... Other than that he’s healthy as a horse.”

[die-youthful]

zxkecallen:

“Like I just said.” He droned on, not in the least phased by her laughter. If anything, her dismissal of what lay at his feet screamed one of two things to Zeke – she’d likely caused enough death by her own hands that this didn’t phase her, which really; only meant she was already on his hit list, but that was merely a given for anyone who he came across really. “Who said anything about medical help?”

Simone looked at the man carefully, unsure of what he was thinking. She often forgot the town was riddled with hunters and, well, she needed to be more careful with her disregard for the dead. “Fine, why don’t we carry her to the road and call someone from there. I doubt we’ll get a signal here.”

[die-youthful]

Oh, St. Valentine

[die-youthful]

damien-hunt:

“But I always have a girl friend,” he purred, “Are you not a girl friend?” He was twisting his words, knowing full well she was pertaining to the lovely librarian he had been fooling around with. 

He was enjoying this too much, the way she looked at him almost accusingly that one would wan to believe that she was capable of feeling anything but spite for him. The cold wind blew harshly and with it carried Simone’s scent, a burst of citrus from her hair, enough to alert his senses for a while to watch her closely, noting the way her eyes moved. Taking her hand that was pressed on her lips, Damien brought it close to his mouth instead, kissing her wrist softly before lacing his fingers with hers.

“Shall I put the bottle down and let it chill on the ground?” he asked, eyes lighting up in amusement, “We can spend the rest of the night here too if you want,” and he let her hand drop so he could hook his fingers on the belt of her robe, tugging at it slightly as though he was testing it before pulling the knot lose.

Simone watched as he took her hand, her eyes following it’s movement to his mouth. The sensation of his warm lips against the sensitive flesh of her inner wrist sent goosebumps crawling up her arms and a shiver down her spine. “We aren’t friends,” she whispered in response, her voice having dropped an octave. And it was true. Damien and Simone were not friends... Nor enemies... Nor lovers... They were too close to be acquaintance, and had far too much history to be ‘nothing’. There was no word to describe their relationship, and Simone had given up trying decades ago.

 He was so goddamn smooth, and despite everything that told her to run in the opposite direction, Simone shifted forward just slightly, wanting to be impossibly closer to him. There had been beautiful men and women in the cellar of the Bacchanalia that night, he had his librarian, and yet he was standing on her doorstep, dark eyes giving away his intentions. And as Damien’s hands came down to latch onto the silk knot of her robe, she did nothing to stop him from untying it.

They stood that way for a heated moment, a moment before they were tumbling back into the past. Finally, Simone hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his pants and with a barely audible, “Seigneur, ayez pitié de mon âmeand,” tugged him against her and back into the entryway of the house, the warm air inside enveloping them as they left the chill of night behind. 

[die-youthful]

drwilliamadler:

  “ Psychiatrist, I specialize in helping super naturals with head problems, mostly. I treat any kind patient” He explained with a smile. “So if you know any, send them my way. I am always looking to help people” he said with a smile.

Simone had always been interested in psychology. One of the more interesting things about living forever was watching the evolution of science and understanding the mind and body. She had studied it throughout school, and found that this man specialized in the supernatural (who no doubt had far more complicated problems than the average human being) fascinating. “That’s quite the task you’ve taken on,” she remarked, though her tone was nothing short of impressed, “Every supernatural ever could use a head doctor, of that I have no doubt.”

[die-youthful]

Oh, St. Valentine

[die-youthful]

damien-hunt:

“Has it?” Damien feigned innocence as he glanced at his watch without actually looking at it, “Then consider me bewitched, I’ve no idea what I’m doing here but here I am and with a good bottle of wine to boot so let me in, please?” He gave the bottle a little jiggle as he continued to smile most charmingly– as charming as someone drunk could muster.

He recognized that look, of how she tried to not let the corners of her lips curve into a smile, they both know she would give in, how, he didn’t have an explanation, he just did. He closed the distance between them and propped himself against the door frame just as she did, using his arm to keep him steady as he looked down at her, her lips looking most inviting.

“C’mon now, love, don’t leave a poor man waiting.”

“Please?” She repeated in surprise, finally allowing the smile to blossom on her lips, “My my, Damien Hunt asking nicely… I must be dreaming” Simone shot him a look before turning her eyes to the bottle the man brought to her attention. Taking it from him, she read the label, not failing to notice it was a  fourteen thousand dollar Romanee Conti. She acknowledged this with a subtle raise of her brow, but decided not to comment on it. 

Instead she looked back up at Damien, and held her place when he moved closer. The smell of his cologne was brought to her senses as they stood there, and Simone’s breath quickened slightly with his proximity. She fought the urge to diminish the little space that remained between them, and focused on  another excuse to tease him. 

“You know what, I recall hearing you have a girlfriend,” she said, bringing a finger to her bottom lip as if in deep thought, “A teacher is it? A wolf, no less.” She cocked her head then, her warm eyes meeting his before drifting down to his lips for a split second. She herself had finished off enough assorted drinks throughout the night to leave her with a nice buzz, and a pinch of recklessness. 

[die-youthful]

itssethtalbot:

“Thanks but I don’t think I should talk about my sex life with my co-workers.  Isn’t that unprofessional or something?”  Seth said raising an eyebrow before he realized that could have been taken the wrong way.  “Not that I just think of you as just a co-worker.  I just wouldn’t want to make things weird at work.  But I really do appreciate it.”  He said getting up, cleaning the remains of his lunch mess.  “Hey, um, Simone?  Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?  What are they like?”

Simone simply shrugged at his concerns, having long since forgotten that sex was found to be a taboo topic. But she understood as well, and let the topic rest. The woman watched as he began to clean up his lunch, and rose her eyebrows as he said her name. His question brought forth a small smile, and she shook her head, “No boyfriend, no girlfriend,” she answered, standing up herself, “So if you know anyone, spit it out.” She was mostly joking about him knowing someone, but in all honesty she wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.