forever is in your eyes

"The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?"

[wxldxheart]

"Yes yes, no cream, no sugar, you're above all that and better than those of us who like a little sweetness." Selene teased playfully as she poured the simple black coffee for her brother and then another loaded with cream and sugar for herself.

Anders irritability in the mornings never phased her - after all she'd grown up following him around, hanging on his every word - he was her idol and she looked up to him like no other.

She set the mug down in front of him with a little smile and happily sipped her own. "A very dishevelled Prince left here this morning, I offered to make him breakfast but he politely declined, he's very charming." Selene smiled knowingly over the rim of her mug. "When were you planning on telling me that Mer Royalty was your latest fucktoy Endie-bear? That's holding out on me and you know I like the gossip."

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his lips to smell the aromas that wafted from inside. Gods Leo had sent them an amazing batch this time, he was going to be sad when they brewed the last cup. Perhaps he could convince his twin to send another package in his next letter--

Anders was taking a sip of when she mentioned Greyson. While he was not trying to keep his relationship with the prince a secret, it did come a bit of shock that she had seen him, causing Anders to cough slightly on the hot coffee. "Ah," he said when he cleared the liquid out of his lungs and was able to speak again. "That explains where he ran off to this morning. If I had known I would have encouraged him to stay. Your eggs and toast are worth killing over."

It was a weak attempt at deflection of conversation and they both knew it. Tapping his gloveless fingers against the pure white marble countertop of his island, he was silent for a second not even touching his coffee as he thought about the words that were about to come out of his mouth. "Yes....we are fucking but--" it was that but that had hi struggling for words. He had never felt like this before. How was he to explain to his baby sister that while, yes he loved the sex between the prince and himself, it was the other moments he loved more. They way the boy sighed softly right before he fully wakes or how his eyes lit up whenever he was passionate about something. As much as he loved his sister he wanted to keep those moments to himself because it felt more.

So instead he did something that was unheard of for him; he stayed quiet.

[wxldxheart]

Location: Kismet Aparthotel, Ander's Apartment Status: Closed @drzxmlxnd

It wasn't uncommon for Selene to just let herself straight into her brother's apartments whenever she felt like it - late at night, early in the morning, no time was off limits.

She'd come back from another shift at the Ghouliard, unlocked her brother's apartment door with a little Malikov magic, and slipped right on it. She knew Anders was sleeping, so Selene went about brewing them fresh coffee, the good kind, imported, a gift from Leo during his last visit.

"Endie-bear, I made coffee! Wakey wakey!" She called out with a bright little smile.

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Perhaps  he  should  have  been  slightly  more  worried  when  the  rick  smell  of  coffee  was  what  woke  him  up.  Yet,  Anders  did  not  panic  and  instead  simply  made  his  way  towards  the  smell  letting  his  nose  guide  his  way.  There  was  only  two  people,  other  than  himself,  that  could  walk  through  the  protection  wards  of  his  apartment  without  his  guidance.  And  since  one  of  those  two  individuals  was  currently  lying  on  a  beach  somewhere  sipping  a  cocktail,  Anders  was  not  shocked  to  see  his  younger  sister  making  herself  at  home  in  his  kitchen.  Like  always.

"How  are  you  so  perky  at  this  time  of  day?"  Was  all  he  managed  to  groan  out  as  he  slid  onto  the  stool  of  his  island  and  just  watched  her  float  around  as  if  she  had  wings  instead  of  Malikov  magic  flowing  through  her.  "Is  that  the  light  or  medium  roast?  I  can  never  tell  which  is  which  by  smell...and  don't  put  any  cream  or  sugar  in  it  this  time.  It  fuckin'  ruins  the  taste  of  the  coffee."

[wxldxheart]

Location: The Roadhouse - Southside Territory Status: Open to all

When Cain wasn't running his pack, the alpha could always be found within his bar, slinging shots, nursing a whiskey or performing on stage himself when the mood struck him. It always had a rowdy atmosphere of wolves, the scent of blood on the dirt road out front, not an uncommon thing given how many brawls broke out between wolves over the smallest of things.

But one simple rule was always followed - you didn't piss off the boss.

Although it seemed that night - one wolf in particular hadn't gotten the message. When he'd started pestering a couple of Nepenthe she-wolves that liked to enjoy the rum and juke - Cain had clocked him, sharp green eyes watching the outsider as he poured another round of drinks. As soon as the outsider had overstepped, the Alpha had struck. One hand like a steel vice around the wolf's throat, blood red eyes holding his gaze until the outsider looked away with a submissive whimper.

"I ain't gonna tell you twice. Next time I see you pesterin' my pack, thinkin' your some big dick-swingin' dog around my bar - I'll paint the road with your guts. Got it?" Cain growled, voice low, deadly.

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reminder  of  the  life  he  no  longer  lived.  A  constant  reminder  of  how  he  was  no  longer  welcomed  in  the  human  hideout  and  now  found  calling  The  Roadhouse  his  home.  It  was  still  an  adjustment,  having  to  go  from  hunter  to  being  one  of  the  things  he  hunted,  shifting  everything  he  believed  his  whole  life  and  yet--

Well  at  least  his  view  made  up  for  it.

Sipping  on  his  Long  Island  Iced  Tea,  Boone  sat  at  the  bar  top  chewing  on  the  straw  in  his  cocktail  as  he  watched  the  alpha  made  his  move.  Boone's  feet  barely  touched  the  floor  in  this  seat  which  gave  him  the  excuse  to  kick  his  feet  lazily  back  and  forth  as  he  watched  with  the  she-wolves  next  to  him.  They  had  quickly  taken  him  in  their  little  friend  group  and  Boone  found  that  he  actually  enjoyed  being  one  of  the  girls...not  that  he  would  admit  it  out  loud  to  anyone  outside  of  The  Roadhouse.  He  was  still  tough  and  has  his  collection  of  guns  but  it  was  also  nice  to  be  doted  on  and  feel  another  female  presence  in  his  life  besides  Mireia.  Which  reminded  him  he  really  needed  to  get  in  touch  with  her--

"God  he's  so  hot,"  one  of  the  girls  next  to  him  sighed  as  they  all  stared  at  Cain  protected  his  pack.  Boone  smiled  wide  and  took  another  sip  of  his  drink  as  he  watched  his  alpha  with  pride.

"Yeah...yeah  he  is."  Boone  agreed,  his  eyes  never  leaving  Cain  not  wanting  to  miss  a  second  of  what  he  knew  was  going  to  be  foreplay  for  the  two  of  them.  “And  he's  all  mine.”

[drzxmlxnd]

@wxldxheart

His breath ran ragged as he rushed through the alleyways of the street. Heart pounding in his chest, Boone kept going pushing himself with every quickened pace along the pavement. Part of him was hoping this was all just a sick and twisted dream, that he would wake up at any moment with his heart racing and then in a few hours perhaps he would find it funny enough he could laugh about this with Cain. "Hey remember when I had that dream that ya bit me? Funny wasn't it?" Then they would laugh, drink and fuck like they usually did.

However with each step he took he had a sickening feeling that he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.

Reaching his destination he pounded on the door matching the beat of his pacing heart. "Cain!" Thud. Thud. Thud. "Come on open the fuck up!" Boone rarely came here but he hoped that wouldn't keep the alpha from not letting him in. "You fuckin' owe me this!"

[wxldxheart]

Shit.

Cain growled low in his chest in frustration when he heard the pounding on the damn door of the Roadhouse. It was too early for the bar to be open, but considering the alpha lived above it, that meant he could hear the loud thud thud thudding as if it were clear as day.

No one but pack should be out this deep off the beaten path in |Southside wilderness, but at least it was during daylight hours so no wolves were hunting. But then again - pack was hammering at the door.

Weren't they Cain.

He scrubbed a rough hand down his face and went to open the thick, heavy door of the bar, looking down at Boone. The alpha's chest was bare, just a pair of old sweats hanging low on his hips revealing his scarred and tattooed body. It was clear he'd been sleeping, the smell of whiskey still clinging to him.

He knew why Boone was here - he wanted to pretend it was all just a bad dream - that he hadn't been that fucking dumb. But the evidence was right there, stinking of fresh wolf.

And the scent alone made his own wolf growl in treacherous approval.

"Y'll wake the whole fuckin' woods with ya poundin'." Cain growled and dragged Boone inside with a grip to his shirt.

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"Cain! Open--" Boone called out again only to stop when the door opened. The door opened. It wasn't until he saw the wolf that Boone realized how nervous he had been that Cain wouldn't open the door for him. How easy it was just to toss him aside now that things were compromised and things had changed. Boone was nearly shaking with relief as he was tugged inside, not even hearing the door shut behind them due to the blood rushing to his ears.

For a second he just stood there staring at Cain's face not letting himself appreciate the sight in front of him. No, he wasn't here to enjoy the half naked man in front of him, he was here for other reasons. And it was those reasons that he stayed quite for a second as he tried to gather his thoughts into words. He had no idea where to even start now that he had Cain in front of him.  "You--" he started, wincing some as his voice cracked as if he was going through puberty once again. "I--" Boone tried again but this time cleared his throat and took a pause. Words were never his best, he never had much of an education past grade school nor could he read but it was in moments like this that he wished he was smarter. That he didn't have to struggle to really find word to express what he was feeling in that moment.

It took him a moment, several seconds of silences before Boone finally managed to speak more that just panicked words. "You left me." His voice cracked again but this time it was due to the emotion that bubbled up inside him; hurt and fear. "You left me alone."

[drzxmlxnd]

@wxldxheart

His breath ran ragged as he rushed through the alleyways of the street. Heart pounding in his chest, Boone kept going pushing himself with every quickened pace along the pavement. Part of him was hoping this was all just a sick and twisted dream, that he would wake up at any moment with his heart racing and then in a few hours perhaps he would find it funny enough he could laugh about this with Cain. "Hey remember when I had that dream that ya bit me? Funny wasn't it?" Then they would laugh, drink and fuck like they usually did.

However with each step he took he had a sickening feeling that he wasn't going to wake up anytime soon.

Reaching his destination he pounded on the door matching the beat of his pacing heart. "Cain!" Thud. Thud. Thud. "Come on open the fuck up!" Boone rarely came here but he hoped that wouldn't keep the alpha from not letting him in. "You fuckin' owe me this!"

[scottxlogan]

@giftober 2025 | Day 28: Brunettes: Louis de Pointe du Lac (Interview with the Vampire, 2022)

[wxldxheart]

Greyson couldn't help his slight shiver, feeling the hot caress of Anders' words against his ear. He really did let himself indulge in the other's company whenever their paths crossed. He followed along at the other's side with a smile on his face. "Perhaps it is." He replied, not quite agreeing with the other, but certainly not disagreeing either. The prince could play coy just as much as Anders himself.

"I have fun." Greyson argued with a chuckle. Of course, it wasn't as much fun as he'd used to have, at least not the kind of revelry and debauchery he'd indulged in for his first few centuries while trying to deny the call of responsibility to his family. "But I'm not going to turn down such a generous offer - so long as you make sure that room is close to yours." Grey smiled playfully, the intention in his words pretty clear.

When they came to a stop and Anders stood so close, Grey looked up at him. He really had been charmed by the witch's presence since the moment he'd met him, he couldn't deny that fact. And as much as he'd enjoyed this little back and forth, the games of coy flirting between them, Greyson couldn't deny his desire for things to take just that little step further. "I think you should show me this room you're offering me, I need to make sure it lives up to Royalty's standards." Grey replied, his voice almost a purr. It was playful, teasing, he didn't need finery, he was a soldier as much as he was a prince, but it was an opening for Anders to get him alone - if the witch was willing to take it.

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As  soon  as  he  heard  that  purr  of  the  prince's  voice,  he  wasted  no  time  leading  them  through  the  streets  towards  the  hotel  he  owned.  Keeping  the  boy  next  to  him  it  didn't  take  long  before  he  was  pushing  the  doors  to  the  hotel  lobby  open  and  leading  the  prince  inside  the  Kismet  Aparthotel.

The  Kismet  Aparthotel  was  his  pride  and  joy,  a  gift  from  his  father  and  while  he  wasn't  normally  the  closest  to  Dimitri  Malikov  he  enjoyed  this  little  gift.  Even  if  it  had  darker  undertones  and  alternative  motives.  Along  with  running  the  hotel  he  was  also  in  charge  of  learning  how  to  take  over  the  Malikov  empire,  something  he  longed  to  keep  a  secret  from  the  little  prince.

So  he  lead  him  towards  the  elevator  and  used  his  key  card  to  get  to  the  top  level  that  had  no  button.  He  kept  his  hands  to  himself  until  those  doors  closed  and  as  soon  as  they  were  alone,  Anders  turned  to  cup  the  boy's  cheeks  and  pressed  the  softest  of  kisses  against  his  lips.  A  token  of  his  true  feelings  that  he  kept  towards  Greyson.

[wxldxheart]

Hearing Boone's soft words, there was a brief moment before the alpha's grip loosened a little, his eyes returning back to their natural green. If it had been any other bar, anywhere else in the city, he'd likely have had a different reaction. But not this bar on the Southside.

He'd had enough of Rev mutts giving him shit that he didn't want to add fuel to the fire by handing them any more ammo. Because of course they'd try and make something out of a human, telling Cain what to do.

He let Boone stand, looking him up and down when the other postured to make the bar stop taking notice of them, Cain's countenance shifting into something a little softer. "Sounds right kid, might want to head out of the Southside if you know what's good for ya." Cain replied, the growl in his voice more for show than anything serious.

He waited for Boone to head out, following him with a silence and ease that wolves possessed before cornering him once more when they were both outside and away from prying eyes. With a firm grip he once again pinned the other, only this time sealing his mouth in a rough kiss. "Picked the worst fuckin' place and night t' play that game with me." Cain chuckled against his lips.

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The  human  managed  to  take  just  a  few  steps  outside  before  he  was  pinned  against  the  wall,  lips  claiming  his  own  in  s  rough  kiss.  Boone  laughed  softly  but  returned  it  just  as  eagerly,  melting  at  the  touch  for  just  a  second.  Fuck  he  needed  this.  It  was  the  reason  he  had  searched  out  the  wolf  to  begin  with,  why  he  decided  to  come  to  the  bar  and  play  their  little  game.  Even  if  he  had  been  a  bit  to  eager  tonight.

"My  bad,"  Boone  said  again  but  this  time  muttering  against  the  wolf's  lips.  Hands  reached  up  to  tangle  his  fingers  into  the  locks  of  hair  before  giving  it  a  soft  tug.  For  a  moment  he  let  Cain  have  this  control,  this  bit  of  dominance  but  they  both  knew  it  was  only  temporary.  "Needed  to  see  you  tonight."  a  confession  that  was  one  of  the  closest  Boone  let  himself  have  real  feelings  around  the  alpha.

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At the familiar voice, Raven's whole body jumped -- adrenaline shooting through her veins. Her hand darted out, grasping Najelon by the arm, pulling herself closer to him. Raven hadn't heard that voice in years. Her stomach twisted as her nails bit into her Demon's arm, trying to ground herself.

At first, she thought her mind had been playing tricks on her. But the moment she saw Calixte, she realized that he was, in fact, there. In the flesh. Walking straight towards a blonde man in the distance. His whistling scratched the back of her brain -- a memory threatening to slip through the cracks of the wall she'd built. She watched as he seemed to whisper in the other's ear, and then, they were gone. Disappearing into the depths below.

"Naj..." Raven whispered, as if Calixte couldn't hear her. She wasn't sure if Najelon remembered the Vampire. If they'd ever actually met. When Najelon had found her over fifteen years ago, Raven was completely disoriented out of her mind. "We need to find a way out." She insisted, her eyes tearing away from Calixte and towards those who were testing the pressure plates.

The water began to seep upwards, covering more of the dark sand. I could just run and shove him into the water... Raven thought to herself as her eyes found Calixte again. "What are you doing here?"

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Najelon had been so fixed on someone else that he completely overlooked Calixte’s presence, at least until Raven reached for him, every hair on her body standing on end like a spooked cat.

You’ve got to be kidding me, he thought, eyes locking on the vampire. It was a face neither of them had seen in a very long time, one he’d hoped never to see again, not after the night he tore Raven from his grasp. From Ryker’s, too. Was he here for revenge? Maybe he’d finally learned who the murderer was.

The situation couldn’t have been worse: salt water lapping close enough to drain his strength. Cait, the eternal object of his hatred. And now him, the one man who carried danger like a second skin. Something Naj could appreciate were it not for his uknown intentions.

Killing Calixte before he made a move would’ve been smart, but Raven’s question stopped him. Her body pressed against his, seeking refuge. So instead, Naj wrapped an arm around her, shielding her with his frame, the other hand still free. He leaned down until his nose brushed her temple, eyes never leaving the vampire. “I got you, my Raven,” he murmured, voice low enough for her—but knowing full well that sharp vampire ears would catch it too.

Then he waited. Watching. Listening. This wasn’t a coincidence. None of it ever was.

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[drzxmlxnd]

It  was  almost  cute  the  way  the  demon  wrapped  himself  around  Raven  as  a  way  to  shield  her  from  her  past.  From  him.  The  vampire's  lips  tugged  up  into  the  smallest  of  smiles  at  this  action  but  he  kept  his  back  towards  the  "couple".  Instead  he  continued  to  whistle  as  he  watched  the  blonde  slip  into  the  water  and  disappear  from  sight.  It  had  been  too  easy.

"What  am  I  doing  here?"  Calixte  called  out  without  looking  back  at  the  others.  He  didn't  need  to  as  he  kept  his  eyes  focused  on  the  blood  colored  water  in  front  of  them.  "Why  I  am  doing  the  same  thing  that  you  are.  I  simply  walked  through  the  grey  door  looking  for  some  excitement."  He  just  never  expected  to  find  it  in  the  forms  of  the  two  behind  him.  He  had  a  feeling  Raven  was  in  the  city  but  hadn't  searched  her  out  just  yet.  And  here  she  was  now  all  thanks  to  the  fates.

With  a  glance  over  his  shoulder  he  gave  the  human  a  wink  before  out  stretching  his  arm  to  his  left  side  as  if  he  was  reaching  for  something.  Seconds  later  silently  a  girl  walked  up  to  him  with  a  dazed  look  in  her  eyes.  Another  victim.  Another  toy  to  play  with.  Turning  his  body  he  mimicked  the  same  position  Najelon  had  Raven  in  but  instead  of  whispering  sweet  nothings  in  this  girl's  ears  he  simply  said,  "go  walk  into  the  water,  my  pet."

@oftragxdy

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-closed starter for Boone @drzxmlxnd The House of Haunts; red path

Mireia hissed as she tried to fight back one more vine lashing. She grabbed the living tendril and and sucked the life out of it, even though it would come back to life shortly after. It had been the same with every attempt at making their surroundings safer. Every time she took a step and bones cracked under her feet, her whole body shuddered in fear. She’d been trying to make sense of the code too, but it was harder and harder to focus as the mist grew thicker and the thorns cut deeper.

Boone trailed close, and she was thankful for it. Protecting him was the only thing keeping her from breaking down. The poison and the lack of oxygen were playing with her mind. Voices from the past sounded so loud she could swear they were right behind her too. But it wasn’t them, it was the hunter who mumbled something unintelligible.

“Boone,” she called, turning to him slowly, dizzy. “Are you okay? What did you just say?”

[drzxmlxnd]

You  are  my  sunshine,  my  only  sunshine. 

Hands  gripped  tight  around  his  handgun,  knuckles  turning  white  as  he  let  his  ears  try  to  focus  on  following  Mireia  and  not  her.  Deep  breaths  as  his  chest  rose  and  fell  as  he  tried  to  stay  calm  in  this  situation  thinking  it  more  like  another  family  training  session  in  the  bayou  instead  of  some  fucked  up  Halloween  maze  shit.  He  could  get  them  out  of  here,  he  could  protect  them  both,  he  could  do  this--

If  only  he  could  understand  what  the  fuck  this  code  thing  was.

You  make  me  happy  when  skies  are  gray.

"S...S-St...t....a..."  he  muttered  under  his  breath  trying  to  remember  what  little  education  he  had  before  his  father  deemed  that  he  had  learned  enough  and  it  was  time  to  focus  on  hunting  instead  of  reading.  Though  he  was  pretty  sure  that  these  images  were  not  in  the  normal  alphabet  but  maybe  it  was  in  some  other  language?  Like  did  the  old  languages  use  stars  and  arrows  instead  of  ABC?  Fuck  how  was  he  going  to  figure  this  out  and  get  them  out  of  here  if  he  couldn't  fucking  read?

You'll  never  know,  dear,  how  much  I  love  you.

With  a  shake  of  his  head,  Boone  tried  again.  "Star...arrow..."  he  muttered  under  his  breath,  only  pausing  like  a  kid  caught  doing  something  he  wasn't  supposed  to  be  doing  when  Mireia  turned  and  called  out  to  him.  Eyes  wide  and  hands  shaking  as  he  pointed  the  gun  down  at  the  ground  so  there  was  no  chance  of  hurting  her,  he  knew  he  had  no  choice  but  to  say,  "I...fuck,  I  can't  read.  Never  learned  how  to  past  the  basics  and  even  then--"  even  then  the  letters  mixed  themselves  up  and  seemed  to  fly  all  over  the  pages.  He  was  useless  and  he  couldn't  even  protect  his  new  friend.  "I'm  sorry...." 

Please  don't  take  my  sunshine  away.

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where: the house of haunts

who: open to all in the GREY path

Raven blinked, eyes blurring and then refocusing on her surroundings. A beach. "A beach?" The human's eyebrows furrowed as her feet squished into the dark, dense sand. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting but it hadn't been this. "How did we..." She turned around, only to find that there was no longer a door behind her.

A voice came and went, however, she hadn't quite understood what it had said.

"Great." She let out a dramatic sigh as she ran her fingers through her dark locks. As she scanned the horizon, she caught sight of land, across the large body of water. Red water. She watched as someone from the group walked into the water, attempted to swim, only to be dragged under. Her whole body shuddered. She quickly ran her hands over her arms. "So swimming isn't an option." She muttered before glancing towards the person nearest her. "Do you have any bright ideas?"

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"You  mean  besides  throwing  someone  else  in?"  Calixte  said  softly  right  into  the  human's  ear  from  behind  her.  Silent  as  a  mouse  not  wanting  her  to  notice  him  until  he  was  right  there.  It  was  more  amusing  this  way  to  the  vampire,  almost  like  the  little  games  he  would  often  play  at  the  casino  tables.  "Because  I  was  thinking  of  the  blonde  over  there,"  reaching  over  her  shoulder  he  pointed  straight  across  at  a  blonde  who  was  looking  at  the  edge  of  the  water  almost  curiously.  "Or  better  yet--"  Raven  wouldn't  have  to  see  his  face  to  know  the  vampire  was  smiling  full  teeth,  fangs  glittering  in  what  little  light  there  was  around  them.

Calixte  didn't  finish  his  thought  before  he  stepped  around  the  familiar  human  and  began  to  walk  over  to  the  blonde  with  his  hands  in  his  pocket,  softly  whistling  an  almost  cheery  tune  of  sorts.  He  doesn't  stop  until  he  is  right  behind  the  blonde  man  and  just  like  he  had  done  to  Raven,  he  leans  down  to  whisper  in  his  ear.  It  takes  just  less  than  a  few  seconds  before  the  man  begins  to  walk  right  into  the  water  seemingly  unfazed  by  the  previous  attempt  from  the  first.

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Mireia blinked rapidly when she realized she’d startled the visitor. Her lips formed a thin line as she tried to keep the situation from getting any worse. Don’t laugh. But it definitely wasn’t funny —not when her eyes caught the gleam of a weapon and his hand reaching for it. She pushed back against her chair, heart jumping in her chest with fear, bracing herself to duck if he drew his gun.

Her eyes locked on his hand… that ultimately slid into a pocket instead. Mireia saw the flamiliar glint of silver and gold, and realief followed when his voice pulled her attention back to his face.

His mother; a memento.

Oops, she hadn’t meant to do that. Some minds were excedingly easy to glide into, and this young man’s emotions were spilling all over. A wave of compassion washed over her, softening her gaze and easing her shoulders. Perhaps, the thought of losing something so important was why he seemed on edge.

“I’ll do it for free,” she offered gently, extending a cautious hand to take the precious chain. “Just promise not to shoot me with that thing.”

Her eyes lingered on him a she removed the ring and set it on the table with a delicate clink, in case he preferred to hold onto it while she worked on the broken clasp. Once sure her safety was part of the deal, she turned around to rummage for the suitable tools.

“It’ll be a quick fix,” she assured, withdrawing a box from beneath the counter. Inside, an assortment of metals and stones, bits and pieces for jewelry making. She couldn’t help the appreciative murmur that left her lips as the diamond caught the light. “It’s a beautiful ring.” Mireia wasn’t a hoarder, just someone with a taste for beauty and shiny wonders.

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Cheeks  flushed  with  embarrassment  of  being  caught,  an  emotion  that  he  rarely  felt  behind  his  hard  exterior.  "Sorry,  habit..."  he  muttered  softly  because  he  didn't  mean  her  harm  by  reaching  for  his  conceded  weapon  but  in  indeed  was  out  of  habit.  Every  since  a  few  years  ago  when  he  found  his  mother  slain  in  their  little  cabin,  he  had  been  on  high  alert  as  his  eyes  fully  opened  to  the  supernatural  world  around  them.

Silently  the  human  reached  out  and  grabbed  the  ring  that  meant  so  much  to  him  before  slipping  it  onto  his  pinky  finger.  It  was  too  small  and  only  reached  his  second  knuckle  but  it  was  safe  for  the  moment  and  it  calmed  him.  "I  can  pay,"  Boone  stated  again  a  bit  more  firmness  in  his  voice  starting  to  sound  like  himself  for  once  since  he  stepped  into  the  store.  Crossing  his  arms  over  his  chest  and  head  cocked  to  the  side  some,  he  watched  curiously  not  that  he  would  ever  admit  it,  as  she  began  to  work  on  the  delicate  chain.  "Thanks...it  was  my  ma's."  A  pregnant  pause  and  then--  "How  did  ya  learn  to  do  this?"  Was  he  asking  because  he  was  inquiring  if  she  knew  how  to  do  her  job  or  perhaps  he  was  more  curious  than  he  realized,  the  world  would  never  know.

[wxldxheart]

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"Business to take care of? Always so cryptic and illusive." Greyson chuckled, but he didn't press for details. After all, the mystery was half the fun in their little back and fourths that they had gotten into a habit of indulging. "Oh I do like a promise to make things up to me, especially when they're made by you." He smirked playfully.

When the arm was offered to him, Greyson took it though as a prince and a military man he wasn't usually on the arm of someone else. He supposed that's why a part of him enjoyed it. "You do always make it hard to forget you." The prince chuckled as they walked, no real destination in mind but enjoying the sights either way. When asked what he'd been doing since their last meeting he shrugged. "My life is very regimented, you know that. Wake up, train, meetings, conduct other trainings, eat, sleep, repeat. It's the surface that's fun." He replied with a slight shrug. Sometimes he missed his life of carefree debauchery, but he also enjoyed the routine of his position.

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"Ah  but  that  is  what  keeps  you  guessing  and  coming  back  for  more,"  Anders  said  leaning  in  slightly  to  lower  his  voice  right  into  the  prince's  ear.  When  their  arms  were  linked,  he  pulled  back  some  but  still  lingered  wanting  to  stay  close  to  Greyson.  Never  before  had  Anders  had  to  work  this  hard  to  sleep  with  someone  but  he  also  never  felt  such  a  connection  before.  It  was  addicting  like  taking  a  first  drag  of  a  cig  in  the  morning.

"You  need  to  have  some  more  fun  in  your  life,  little  one,  and  if  that  means  more  surface  time  then  I  will  make  sure  to  have  a  room  set  aside  for  you  at  all  times  in  my  hotel."  Even  if  he  had  wished  it  was  his  own  room  that  the  prince  was  staying  in...  "I  know  my  life  as  a  business  man  can  be  demanding  but  at  least  I  make  time  for  myself  and  to  see  you--"  Stopping  his  steps  the  witch  turned  to  fully  face  the  prince,  almost  nose  to  nose  with  him  as  he  said,  "so  what  is  it  you  want  right  now?  How  can  I  bring  some  fun  into  your  surface  day?"

[petra-castle]

"Bonjour," she nodded in response to his question, "Mister..?" The appearance of a vampire inside of her shop was not rare but it made her uncomfortable none-the-less. Nothing about this one made her particularly squeamish, but she remained guarded all the same. Customer service air aside, her hand found the blade at her hip just in case. "Oh?" She sat up a little straighter, pulled a pad from her drawer with a rather old quill and ink. "Could you describe it for me?"

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"Calixte,"  the  vampire  said  with  ease  to  answer  her  question.  He  no  longer  carried  around  his  human  names  and  instead  used  the  one  he  chose  for  himself  with  the  help  of  his  maker  long  long  ago.  Waiting  patiently  for  her  to  acquire  the  quill  and  ink  he  tapped  his  fingers  on  the  top  of  the  counter  almost  as  if  he  was  simply  playing  a  tune  on  a  piano  in  his  lounge  instead  of  waiting  to  continue  on.  When  she  was  indeed  ready  he  started  to  explain.  "It  is  an  old  ring  the  belonged  to  my  maker  and  I  many  many  moons  ago.  A  simple  gold  thick  band  that  has  three  tiny  diamonds  on  the  side  that  sits  above  a  family  crest."  His  fingers  still  tapped  away  as  he  let  himself  recall  the  item  in  need  from  his  reveries.  "There  is  no  stone  in  the  center  but  a  nugget  of  gold  which  makes  it  unique.  While  I  promise  it  may  not  be  the  most  extravagant  ring  you  have  seen,  Miss  Petra,  I  can  promise  I  will  pay  whatever  it  takes  if  you  can  find  it  for  us."

[wxldxheart]

There were nights when Cain was in a good mood, perhaps a little buzzed from a few drinks, just at ease with the world and himself, where he would indulge Boone in his little game of cops. Humans weren't exactly something that Cain liked to associate with, on a good day he paid them very little attention, and yet this one liked to follow him around, act tough, as if he could make the Alpha actually do anything.

And then there were nights when the old wolf was not in the mood.

It was always a fifty-fifty chance at which version of the alpha Boone would encounter. Whether he'd get a laugh, an easy smile and Cain indulging him, or whether he'd be met with red eyes and a growl that would have every other wolf in the bar backing up if they knew what was good for them.

Luckily he hadn't caught Cain in a worse mood. When he felt that hand close over his own, stopping the shot of whiskey from touching his lips. That squeeze. It had the alpha's eyes sliding over, striking green shifting to a deep bloody red. Without warning he had the kid's shirt in a rough grip, pinning him to the bar as Cain loomed over him. "Oh yeah? You gonna try n' tell me what t' do kid?" He warned, voice low and dangerous. He was often happy to play their little games of pretend, but not here, not in this bar, in front of any wolf that might question who was in charge.

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Oh  so  it  was  one  of  those  nights.  Boone  felt  his  back  hit  the  bar  and  his  own  eyes  went  a  bit  wide  but  he  kept  his  composure.  Only  Cain  could  see  that  he  knew  exactly  what  this  meant,  that  he  knew  what  kind  of  mood  he  had  caught  the  wolf  in.  It  was  this  little  game  of  theirs  but  if  Cain  wasn't  in  the  mood  well  then  Boone  had  two  options;  to  either  back  off  or  make  him  in  the  mood.

"Normally  ya  like  it  when  I  do,"  the  human's  voice  was  just  a  whisper,  low  enough  that  even  in  a  bar  like  this  it  was  only  Cain  could  hear  it.  "We  don't  have  to  do  this  here  if  ya  don't  want  to.  Ya  can  finish  your  drink  and  I  can  meet  ya  somewhere  else  or--"  He  swallowed  the  lump  in  his  throat,  vaguely  aware  that  the  other  patron  in  the  bar's  eyes  were  on  them  now.

Clearing  his  throat  he  pushed  the  wolf  off  of  him  and  kept  that  stern  look  on  his  face  before  hitching  his  thumbs  into  the  waist  of  his  pants.  "My  bad.  Must  have  been  some  other  bar  across  town  the  call  was  for."  Boone  said  a  bit  louder  trying  to  get  the  attention  off  of  them.