This Blood is a Curse

Elias Alonso Asistores. Twenty-Nine / One Hundred Twenty-Two. Halfblood. Vampire. Gryffindor Alumnus. Graduated in 1878. Diagon Alley Peacekeeper and Repairman.

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Alice Longbottom​:

Where; Near the Aunction area

When: Around 8.30 - 9.00 pm

Who; Alice and open

The day had been pretty fun so far, but Alice had to admit that she was looking forward to the auction. Whilst she wasn’t up for auction herself, she did intend on bidding on a few people. Not for actual dates, or with the intention of winning of course, but more so to help raise money for St Mungos. She figured that she should actually find out who was being auctioned though, which was why she was heading over to the auction tents to see if she could find out.

She smiled at the person who was standing near by her. “Are you up for auction or just an interested bidder like me?”

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Elias was happy to mind his own business. He’s been doing extremely well so far and was expected more or less the same for the rest of the night. At most he’ll probably jokingly bid on someone he knew during the auction. Little did he know that someone volunteered him to be auctioned off as well. The sobering revelation came in the form of a volunteer who hunted him down to make sure that he hasn’t left yet.

After being led to tha auction tent and being told how the auction was going to go, Elias walked out with a defeated sigh before bumping into a woman. “I am apparently.” Elias sighed. “I guess I don’t have any choice any more. It is for a good cause after all. Although I doubt that people are going to bid for a vampire.” He looked across the tent. “Anyone you’re specifically bidding for?”

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where: by the game stalls when: from 2 pm - 4 pm who: Elias Asistores and anyone

Elias wouldn’t admit it, but he was very much relieved that St. Mungo’s Charity Carnival wasn’t happening in Diagon Alley. After the events of last year, large gatherings tended to end not so well.  If ever something bad happens — Merlin forbid that it does — at least Elias wouldn’t have to worry about the aftermath. He already has the Easter Festival coming in a few months to worry about.

Elias might be alone for Valentine’s this year but he’d be damned if he doesn’t keep himself busy. As someone who’s used to staying on his feet, Elias simply walked around and watched people enjoy their day. He even spent a sickle or two to try his hand at some games. Elias won them too. After winning another one and giving his prize to the nearest kid he found, someone tapped him on his shoulder. “Oh? Did you... want me to win a game for you too?”

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Cordelia Selwyn​:

Cordelia waited longer than she normally would have to seek him out, and he seemed to know to give her space. This was a conversation she wanted to have, something they needed to talk about - but in her defense, the Masquerade was not the place to have this discussion. Her mind had been else where that night, perhaps where many would argue it should always be, with her husband. He always needed her so around the full moon, the way she wished he needed her all the time.

But Carnelian was who he was, and she wouldn’t want him any other way. So she sought attention elsewhere. It was this need that drove her to Elias’s door, that and the memory of how much he seemed to care for her. When there was no answer, the witch wandered around to where she knew he had a workshop in the garage, lingering uncertainly in the door before knocking.

“It’s Cor, are you busy? I don’t mean to interrupt, I just -” she looked down, almost uncertain, “I wanted to see you.”

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A conversation between was needed. Inevitable. And yet, Elias was done trying to get it to happen. They were both mature enough to know that if their relationship was to continue, they both needed to sit down and hash it out. Even though it wasn’t her fault that their last meeting got interrupted, Elias couldn’t help but feel as if she was avoiding him still. That their short rendezvous on the balcony of Slughorn’s manner was nothing but Cordelia getting her fill of affection before disappearing again. Elias decided to put the ball on her court. If she wanted to keep seeing Elias again, she needed to take the first step and talk to him.

Elias immediately dropped his tools on the table before him but he didn’t move from his seat. “It’s about time, I would say.” He paused, waiting for her to continue. “Is there a particular reason why you wanted to see me?”

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where: his garage when: after the Halloween Party who: Elias Asistores and Cordelia Selwyn ( @cordelianselwyn​ )

Elias’ attempt to talk to Cordelia at the Masquerade party had been an utter failure. He managed to steal a kiss, sure, but in the end, he failed to do what he intended which was to confront Cordelia. About ignoring him after he fed on her. About her Dark Mark. About everything. Unfortunately, just as he was about to begin, a stranger joined them on the balcony. The overdue conversation was put off once more.

Days later, there was still no message from Cordelia. To take his mind off the matter, he spent his free time in his garage tinkering with stuff, letting days just pass by. When someone finally knocked on his door, Elias lazily looked up.  “Who is it?”

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Carnelian Selwyn​:

Carnelian wasn’t buying it. Though he agreed that the two didn’t know each other personally, there was something about the other’s actions and reactions that tipped him off. Something wasn’t entirely correct about the situation, which made it all the more intriguing. “Perhaps not. But then again… perhaps we have… mutual relationships,” he offered, his voice low, stretching the sentence out. 

Truthfully, he’d forgotten that they were even in the bathroom, which was why he’d taken longer. It amused him, though, that the other would comment, even though it seemed he didn’t want to have a conversation when he was at the urinal. “Hm? Oh, no, not at all. Just got carried away in thought. Don’t let me keep you, you must have a beautiful date to attend to, no?”

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Surely, he knew, Elias thought. That’s why he wanted to start this conversation. That’s why he kept on insisting that he knew him. Elias cleared his throat which only revealed how nervous the question made him. “I highly doubt it, mate. Unless you have acquaintances who hang around people like me.” Elias revealed himself with the hopes that it would throw Carnelian off his scent. It took him a second too late that doing so might just implicate him further. Did Cor ever tell Carnelian that he was a vampire? If so, then Elias was screwed.

Elias grabbed a few plies of paper towels to dry his hands. “No, I came alone, actually.” No thanks to him, the vampire thought. Even though strictly speaking, Elias doubted that Cor would have arrived with him even if her husband was out of the picture. This was the last thing he needed tonight. His lover’s husband adding insult to injury. “I better keep going still. It’s nice meeting you,” he mentioned without meaning it.

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Brenton Avery​:

He wasn’t too fussed what Elias’s stammering was about. It was probably useful to know the vampire didn’t actually do his little security guard act off his own back but actually answered to somebody regarding it but Brenton wasn’t too interested in that at the moment. It was much more fun to see how he could make someone who had been on this Earth for centuries come apart. “No, no, I meant if you leave your post. If anyone asks you could say you were keeping an eye on someone who’s caused trouble in the past. I was thinking I’d be under you. Or on top of you. I don’t really mind.” The smirk on his face grew and he wet his lips, eyes still focused on Elias even as the vampire tried to look away. “So what are we waiting for?”

Elias tried so hard to stand his ground. But at the end of the day, he was still a man with needs. And Elias knew all too well that denying him of those needs wouldn’t be good for him in the long run. By now, he was way past the point of pretending that he didn’t want what the other man was offering. “Nothing. Come with me,” he said before turning away and walking towards the nearest which barely takes notice exactly who comes and goes to make use of their rooms. He doubted he’ll return the other man’s advances as they made their way, but once they’re alone... Well, there will be no point in holding back, won’t there? Somehow, Elias already knew that he was going to regret this decision. But as of the moment, even that wasn’t enough for him to turn back.

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Arabella Figg​:

She watched, a glimmer of curiosity in her dark brown eyes. He was inspecting her shoe and she was inspecting him. She supposed some would’ve just pulled out their wand, waved it with a whispered word, no thought into the specifics. That was her experience, at least – watching magic from the sidelines. It seemed the only explanation for the difference in treatment.

“It’s certainly better than I could’ve done,” she said, offering him a kind smile as she accepted the shoe back from him. There was no need for his apologetic tone, but it would probably just be rude if she commented on it. She had a bad habit of over-apologizing too.

She slipped the shoe back on, carefully getting to her feet before she accepted his hand. “Arabella Figg,” she replied. “It’s been a pleasure to make you acquaintance.” The genuine truth considering he’d picked her up and helped her out without a second thought. But maybe that was what he did considering he had ‘stuff’ for it. “Do you fix a lot of things?”

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Elias appreciated the compliment and returned it with a half-smile. “You probably still need to get it checked after the party, but hopefully, you don’t have anything to worry about for the rest of the night. But if it does break... Well,” the vampire shrugged. “You know what I look like.” It took him half a second to remember that he still had his mask on. “Or I suppose, what I’m dressed as.”   

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Figg.” There were people who were only nice because they received help but Elias doubted that the woman in front of him was anything like that. She seemed quite lovely, if not a little meek. Even with her mask on, Elias could tell that she was beautiful too. “Call it a hobby. It’s something I do to pass the time. But I suppose you can call it my day job. I uh.... tinker with muggle objects mostly. Make it suitable for wizards’ use. Fixing, I suppose, just comes with the territory.”

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Cordelia Selwyn​:

Cordelia was caught off guard, and a bit hurt from how he almost flinched and pulled away. She was a very physical person, affection and affirmation necessary to make the witch feel like she matter, like people cared that she was around. Maybe she was being uncharacteristically reckless, being forced into a false persona would do that to a girl. She felt the kindred anxiety from her brother, her mother’s wordless rebuke still stung like a slap to the face – and maybe, maybe she was doubting. Nel was only being soft because it was the night before the moon, he didn’t actually want her.

“Fuck it,” she whispered, but allowed him to pull her back until the were flush against the wall and deeper out of sight. Elias returned the kiss and she felt a bit better, but pouted slightly when he pulled away and asked about her husband. Cordelia sighed. “Nevermind that, no one will know – that’s what the masks are good for.” She pressed her forehead against his chest and held her breath for a count of ten. “You were looking for me?”

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Elias only felt slightly better once they were out of sight, but he couldn’t shake away the feeling of cautiousness. He had always looked after Cordelia. Sometimes even better than how she looked after herself. Her recklessness was worrisome, but even Elias couldn’t deny that the excitement of getting caught turned him on. 

The warmth she gave him as she held him close was nice. But that wasn’t enough for Elias to shake away everything he’s been feeling since the last two spoke. Elias had fed on her. And in the morning, he saw the mark on her arm. He felt like Cordelia has been avoiding him ever since then and yet here she was, acting like she can’t get enough of him. 

“You’re telling me that nobody knows who you are even with your mask on tonight?” Despite everything he’s feeling, Elias wrapped his arms around her and relished the moment. Even if it was just for a few seconds. Slowly and very gently, Elias pulled away. “We need to talk, Cor. You’ve been avoiding me.”

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Lilian Samson​:

Lil rolled her eyes at his explanation but laughed when he said he didn’t know her well enough. It wasn’t a steady one, but a shaky chuckle as she thought about the absurdity of it for a moment.  If she wasn’t careful it would sound more like a cry than anything else. 

She figured if you had arrested her, or at least threatened to,  then you probably could call her Lil. Still she just shook her head and kept that to herself. “Okay, Elias. Fair enough I guess. Maybe one day you’ll know me well enough.” 

Lil’s eyes caught the fangs but she didn’t say anything and instead nodded following after. She noticed him making sure she was there, and if she was honest it did keep her from bolting. If he had been just a wizard she might have tried.

Instead she followed him in and looked up slightly hearing her name and nodded slightly. He was trying and it made her feel better - or it at least distracted her slightly. 

“Okay,” Lil said going to a table without much of a fight. If she was honest she wouldn’t know what to say to Matilda. She wasn’t exactly calm, but she wasn’t as angry or as anxious has she had been. Mostly she was tired, but fought the urge to pull her legs up on the seat with her and just rest like that. 

Instead she waited for Elias to join her again and said softly, “Thanks. You’re being nice when you didn’t have to be.” 

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Even with all of Elias’ years living on God’s Earth, his friendship with Lilian was one of his weirdest ones yet. If you could even call it a friendship. There weren’t really a ton of words to describe what happens after a vampire arrests a werewolf for possibly being a miscreant, causing the vampire to look after the werewolf just in case she gets into trouble again. “I guess that’s not at all impossible.” Time was very much on Lilian’s side here. 

He was glad to see Lilian sitting down without a fight. Maybe it was just him, but he thought that she wasn’t as angsty as she was. Perhaps the fatigue finally settled in and she was too tired to fight. It’s for the best for her own sake, really. Without another word, he went to Matilda and ordered both of them tea. He trusted her enough not to bolt so he no longer felt the need to constantly glance back at her. With the promise that the two will be promptly served, Elias joined the werewolf once more.

Lilian’s words surprised him a little. “It’s nothing. I wanted something to warm me up anyway. Might as well that you join me.” Elias has long forgotten what a proper tea should taste like but he did appreciate its warmth.

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Chaotic Clare​:

It was quite rare for Charlotte to meet another of her kind who’d managed to stay so far under the radar as to be mostly unknown to her. This was the single thing that kept her from attacking or simply leaving the younger vampire behind. A part of her needed to know who he was, and particularly how he’d managed to kill her Bertie. Although, from his own admission he had not succeeded in doing so alone nor escaped unscathed. That made her feel better, no pet of hers should be killed by one mortal alone.

“Tragic,” she nearly tutted, “At your age, I’d have hoped to outgrow this childish petulance when your elder asks a polite question. But clearly seeing as how you disposed of your maker, you lacked any sort of guidance on how things actually work.”

Charlotte knew he’d react like this when she pulled out her wand and had a defensive spell ready to throw should he actually attack. Perhaps it was her own hubris but from what she knew of this vampire, he didn’t seem the type to have spent decades studying different styles of magic all over the world the way she had. Really, she could have healed the man without a wand but didn’t want to show all her cards too soon. The lovely wixen she’d met in her decade and a half in South Africa had been incredible teachers.

“Your every movement and word betray your self-loathing.” Charlotte tucked her own wand away then smiled softly at him, “You’re so willing to go against your own kind, to curry favor with those who’d just as quickly legislate and plan your destruction and then use your exceptional skill as a tool of their attempted subjugation of anyone different or more powerful.”

“But! My dear Mr. Tool,” she glanced back at the muggle now stirring, “we best continue this conversation elsewhere lest you ruin my excellent spellwork with your rudeness, yes?”

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Elias thought that there was nothing that the woman could do to make her any less trustworthy but she immediately proved him wrong. Her next words instantly gave Elias a bad taste in his mouth. He was raised during a time when people were to respect their elders no matter the situation. But as much as he tried to retain the values that he was taught, that principle was difficult to maintain as a vampire who will live longer than most wizards. By now, Elias was older than almost all of the people around him. But did that mean everyone else should respect him solely because of his age? Elias didn’t think so.

The male vampire rolled his eyes. “So you’re an ancient one, aren’t you?” It was tactless to call any woman old, but given that the vampire in front of him would have probably killed the muggle if he hadn’t intervened, Elias could care less about how he should act. His eyes darkened when she called Herbert Varney his maker. Elias was more than aware that some vampires chose to become such. But that was far from Elias’ case. “I might be what I am because of Varney but he will never be my maker. If I’m given the chance to go back, I would gladly die again and again as long as it meant that I get to kill him.”

Elias eyed her as she pulled her wand out defensively. Given that he was fairly certain that she was older than him by Merlin knows how many decades or centuries, it was probably wise not to underestimate her skill. Elias was certain he could hold his own ground. But the woman could have tricks up her sleeves that Elias would never expect. So he didn’t attack.

“You don’t know me,” Elias spat back. Who was she to think that she knows why Elias would be very willing to turn her in? “I might be a vampire just like you but I will never be one of your kind.” If he had any doubts about her delusions of grandeur, they were all gone now. She clearly thinks herself above everyone else. Muggle, mortals, even other vampires.

Without shifting his glance to the mortal, Elias took a quick note of how he was starting to gain his wits. Soon he’d be able to simply walk away without a hint of why he was lying down in an alley. That would probably be for the best. But that doesn’t mean Elias could simply let the vampire go scot-free. “You should leave,” he told the man without looking at him. And then to Charlotte, “We’re not going anywhere.”

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Brenton Avery​:

Brenton didn’t see the point in gracing that with an answer. If Elias couldn’t see his intentions at this point then he likely never would and while a kiss would be a great place to start, his mind was drifting elsewhere. There were so many spots on the vampire’s body that Brenton could explore with his mouth that were more interesting than Elias’ lips. Through those thoughts and their closeness, Brenton was only riling himself up more. “Don’t you work for yourself? I’d think you could leave it for a little bit. You know where I’m going to be.” Brenton liked to think he was the only person who might be causing any trouble in Diagon Alley. Still, maybe Elias needed a bit of encouragement to bite. He stepped back abruptly, eyes hungrily scouring over Elias’ body, wetting his lips with a deliberate slowness before he shrugged. “But, if you’re not up for it…”

The other man didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Brenton was practically spelling it out for him. Elias only really asked to stall the other male. Because Elias was sure that he was pretty damn close to agreeing. “I don’t, but uh...” Elias’ mind was struggling to remain coherent. Technically, he could leave his post. He probably wouldn’t be missed. And no one would be looking for him anyway. “Where are you going to be?” Elias actually did not know where Brenton would be, but if his body was telling him anything, Elias knew that it’s where he wanted to be. Elias reveled in the feeling of being under Brenton’s stare once more. Fuck it, he thought. What was the point of denying his urges? Even for a vampire, life was far too short to deny himself of this. “I... have a place in mind where we can go...” Elias shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away, trying to act as if agreeing to Brenton’s proposition was nothing. 

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Mia Travers​:

Her handling of this situation would be very different if she didn’t want to maintain a working relationship with Elias – but it was necessary for now if she were to keep her poker nights running peacefully.  “Yes,” she nodded emphatically.  “I can handle myself and the security for my events,” she insisted.  “people are going to be people and pass along idle gossip.  But it was managed, and it won’t happen from him again.  And if it happens with someone else I will handle it again.  Trust me, I have a vested interest in making sure they continue to run peacefully.  I’m not exactly going to attract the crowd I’m after if it breaks out in brawls.”

She sighed profoundly.  “What do you need to feel more comfortable about this?  Do you want to come observe?  It’s a little insulting that you don’t think I can handle it, I’m not going to lie.  But if you’d like to come watch feel free.  Do you want more money?  I can swing a little bit more.  But I’m not going to continue a circular conversation about something was grossly overblown when it was passed along to you.  So tell me what you need so I can go back to work.”  She sighed, running a hand through her hair.  “I’m not trying to be a jerk, this is just – frustrating.”

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As distrusting Elias was, it was hard not to be swayed by Mia’s insistence. Ever since they met, not once did she ever show anything other than determination to Elias. And there was nowhere else that the vampire saw it more than in how Mia handles her ring. Elias couldn’t also argue with Mia there. No one would want peace in her operations more than her. “I suppose... this is the first time I’ve heard anything about a brawl or any of that sort,” he said, finally giving her an inch.

Elias’ frown deepened as Mia continued her rant. It was hard to ignore the exasperation in her voice. “It’s not the money that I want.” Was that a lie? Even Elias wasn’t sure. Confronting her for the first time, Elias didn’t even dream of blackmailing the woman about her operations. But when she offered money for him to look the other way, Elias complied. The money did help make him a little more comfortable looking away. “I know it’s frustrating but you have to understand. I’m just looking for both of us out here.” If Mia’s own operations were revealed from the inside, then it could also be his ass on the line. “Fine. I’ll come visit.” 

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Layla Rosier​:

“i think i’ve seen you around a few times.” layla says a bit truthfully. she has been around here at odd times of the night and now she was always more hyper aware when she was walking alone. since being in her shop she had felt like that her mind has been indecisive recently. maybe it was because of the fact she still hasn’t accepted the fact that she was a vampire. she was going to live forever. that just sounded…. dreadful to her. she eventually had wanted a family, but now here she was, standing here with elias, completely alone in life. her back tensed slightly as she stood up straighter tilting her head to the side as her gaze reaches the man’s. “i am, yes.” she says oddly calmly. she felt like she would have been more defensive at the fact someone outside of her family finding out the truth. but he was one, she could tell, it was a strange feeling really how she just knew. “is that important?” she asks arranging the the knick knacks on the shelf anything to keep her fingers busy at this point because she can’t seem to stay still.

“Well, if you’ve been around these places a lot, then you most likely have.” In fact, Elias wouldn’t be surprised if he has bumped into everyone in her generation and their mother in Diagon Alley. Walking the streets and corners of Diagon Alley for literal decades caused him to rub elbows with people from all walks of life in the Wizarding community. Elias looked around. “Are you new to this store?” he asked. 

The male vampire didn’t miss how the woman’s posture changed. Elias was at least expecting her to react to what he just said. But he didn’t expect her outright honesty. She didn’t even try to deny it. Either she was one of those proud vampires that annoyed Elias a lot, or she somehow knew that there was no use hiding it from Elias. “Well... I suppose no but...” Elias opened his mouth ever so slightly to show his own fangs. “I guess I wasn’t expecting another vampire to be working around the same area.”

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Carnelian Selwyn​:

Carnelian may not have been that great at understanding others’ emotions, but he had picked up on cues over the years. Body language spoke volumes at times, and it was what he used often to determine the emotional states of others. While he knew that he and the man next to him had never met, he was sure of that, there was something about him that Nel recognized. By the man’s reaction, the hesitation and avoidance of the question, his suspicion that perhaps the man knew who he was grew stronger. 

“It would appear not. Are you afraid someone might assume you were checking them out?” Nel asked, curiously. At this point, he was just trying to gain information about the man while also making it as uncomfortable of a situation as possible. That was something Carnelian enjoyed, pushing boundaries to see how people would react. 

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Elias has encountered quite a few men after a single look in bathrooms before, but he figured that was beside the point. “It’s just proper respect, mate.” Elias allowed a little irritation to color his voice. He figured that wouldn’t be too out of place given the situation that Carnelian has placed themselves in. Cor has told Elias a great deal about her husband, but she didn’t tell him that he was the kind of man to talk to strangers over the urinals. “Anyway, I’m sure I don’t know you, so...”

Elias thanked Merlin and all the gods when he finally finished, giving him an excuse to leave. After a few shakes, the vampire zipped himself and proceeded to wash his hands. “You’re taking a lot of time in there, mate.” Elias couldn’t stop himself from commenting. “Is there a problem?”

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Lilian Samson​:

“Samson. Damocles calls me Lilian sometimes. Although I’ve gotten him to call me Lil. I’m pretty sure I’ll get you to call me that one day” She said with a bit more confidence then she really truly felt on the matter. After all, he seemed like a pretty proper person and seemed more likely to throw her in jail then call her a nickname.  “Although now you’ve already started to call me Lilian I might be closer to my goal then I first thought.”  Lil raised her eyebrow slightly and said, “Oh? Well would you like to know a tip on how to find someone wearing a mask? You might have an easier time looking at their shoes. People buy new dresses and suits all the time, but they almost always re-wear shoes.” She said tapping the side of her head slightly. “It’s why I’m sure I know where Damocles is actually. I can’t always see over everyone but I know what shoes he’s wearing tonight. Although I can help you look for your person if you want.” 

She wasn’t usually this chatty, but she had found Elias amusing and - well they weren’t in a combative situation at the moment. Lil wasn’t in trouble and he wasn’t sighing at her. It was a rare time. 

Lil rolled her eyes slightly. It was a reaction she could have expected. She didn’t like dressing like this, and normally she probably wouldn’t be this confident. However with the mask on, and a good amount of her scars covered up it felt more like who she had been then who she was now. She hated too imply Damos was right about it but he probably was. 

 “I’m not usually a blushing flower just a wall flower. It looks nice. I don’t think anyone would think it’s old or anything.” When he asked the question she let out a bark of a laugh and continued, “Yeah. This might come as a shock, but I’m usually not invited to parties. Although I think he was insisting on saying i was his plus one this time.” 

Elias actually looked embarrassed after being called out for calling her Samson. A first amongst all their interactions. He raised a hand to scratch the back of his head. “It’s a habit. You must understand. Besides, I was born in eh... Well, a different time.” There were just things you don’t shake. Even if you have a century to do so.

“Please. Do tell.” Elias listened intently, genuinely hoping to get something worthwhile, but he only found himself getting disappointed. Elias looked down at his own shoes. True enough, he has worn the pair he was donning before for another occasion, but that was because he doesn’t really bother much with his own fashion. “Does that always apply to women? Because I don’t think that will apply to my situation, unfortunately.”

Elias paused to think about Lilian’s offer to help him find Cordelia. It was a tempting offer, he’d admit. But it would be far too weird for him. Not to mention that no one could know why he was looking for Cordelia. “I appreciate the offer, really. But I think I’ll be okay. Besides, I don’t want to distract you if you’re still looking after your boss.”

“Maybe you should be a blushing flower more often,” Elias said without thinking too much about it. At her compliment, Elias looked down on himself and straightened his vest once more. “Yeah? You think so?” Her answer earned her furrowed brows. “I thought this event had an open invitation? Because if it wasn’t, I doubt I’d be here too.”

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Fabian Prewett​:

Fabian glanced at his companion slightly, not exactly startled at the laugh but not used to it really either. It made him smile back slightly as he looked back at his new prize.  “Maths have never been the wizarding worlds strong suit, but if all you need to know is what they do I’m sure I could help with that. The muggles got to the moon off of it you know? Imagine if we used math like that - not just the prophecy stuff but like they do with some magic as well.”  

He knew he was rambling but in his own defense it was something that did excite him. The idea of getting to the stars like muggles or using math to figure out how magic worked felt like a huge exciting problem to solve. Maybe if there wasn’t a war that would be what he did. 

“The - screens? I think that’s what they’re called. I wonder what they use in them. Maybe it’s the metal that’s in the screens that’s messing it up.” He pondered that for a moment before he heard the question and was brought back for a moment, “Oh Arthur? He works for the Ministry, he works with stuff that’s been magically enhanced but well kind of the opposite of you. His department looks at magic objects muggles have gotten. Still sometimes the stuff isn’t magical just - weird I guess. It’s a pretty interesting department.” 

He had thought of applying there, he had the grades for it but after the stunt he pulled in the Auror department he was pretty sure the Ministry did not want him. Truly he was the poster boy of ‘do not hire’ when it came to governmental work. 

Fabian smiled like a kid on Christmas day and said, “Thank you very much. If I ever get it working I’ll be sure to let you know how.”  

“Oh. I know. I remember it very well.” Even though Elias rarely mingled with muggles, he still didn’t miss all the talk back in 1969 when the Americans managed to land on the moon. How they were able to do it, Elias could never fathom. But it piqued his interest in magical technology even more. “Maybe then, those elitist wizards would stop looking down on muggles, eh?”

“Screens...” Elias repeated. At first thought, it sounds like a peculiar word to use. But perhaps it made some sense. He was familiar at least with TV screens. He supposed that calling the part of the calculator that kind of made sense. “Maybe...” Elias shrugged. “All I know is that I tried everything that I could.”   “Oh. The Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects you mean?” It was such a wordy title for an office, but Elias managed to mention it without any trouble. He had the advantage of walking this Earth longer than most people. And the office had always intrigued him ever since he picked up the hobby of tinkering with muggle objects. “I heard, well... interesting things.” The tales he’s heard often made him smile, if not furrow his eyebrows at the absurdity.

“I would appreciate that.” Elias smiled even wider at Fabian. People rarely genuinely smiled at him with their whole heart, so Elias made sure to relish the moment. “If you figure that out, then I could probably use the same technique on a bunch of other muggle objects too.”

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Brenton Avery​:

“A suggestion,” he countered. It wasn’t that he planned on fucking up Diagon Alley if Elias rejected him just because of the rejection but more that if he continued on with his day with nothing to do but mope over Rabastan and aimlessly search for entertainment then there were only a handful of things that would cheer him up and a fair few were ones the Peacemaker wouldn’t like.

Smile widened as Elias’ backed into the wall and Brenton stepped closer again, putting one hand up on the wall just over the vampire’s shoulder. “I’m asking if I can make my own judgment on that? I always figured you’d be a bit sweeter than other men.” His voice dropped to a seductive murmur and his body pressed closer, enclosing Elias against the wall as he told him, “You don’t have to be sweet when you fuck my throat, though. I’d rather you weren’t.”

“You want to kiss me, is that it then?” Elias challenged back with resolve. During his long life, Elias has slept with other men. And not once did he ever let another man reduce him into a bumbling idiot. His eyes flitted down towards Brenton’s lips. They might not look as soft as Cordelia’s but Elias desired them all the same. 

Elias could feel Brenton’s breath as the other man closed in on him. He had to admit, the other man’s stance was making him feel things. Fuck. Elias never thought of Brenton that way. But with those words? It was impossible for Elias not to react. The blood that still ran in his veins rushed to his dick. If Brenton pressed himself against the vampire even more, Elias was sure that the other man would feel his erection. “I’m on the job.” That wasn’t a yes. But it was definitely not a no. Elias was willing to do that and more but Brenton had to really know what he was asking. He was already racking his head for inns that would be more than willing to rent them a room. Even if it was just for a couple of hours.