All my friends are heathens

Frederick Wilhelmsson | Perpetually 25, actually 299 | Previously Norwegian | Vampire If you would like to make an appointment, contact my assistant and she'll sort you out. If you would like to discuss other topics however, I'll be happy to buy you a drink.

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Referral - Frederick & Quint

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quint-deross‌:

Quint nodded, lighting up a little with a smile. “Yeah! Yeah, uh, I worked on a farm before i came here so I feel at home there.” he replied. Quint’s brow furrowed a little as he thought. “I really like makin bread….but my go to is southern comfort. I really like makin fried chicken.” He chuckled. The wolf shrugged, picking at his fingers a little. “Uh….well, I work out, hang with people I know, or just kinda do me time.” He replied with a sheepish smile. he wasnt really interesting.

He perked up at the mention of a farm. That was something that he wasn’t expecting from the man in front of him. “What did you farm?” He asked. “Have you considered getting back into it?” Fred smiled as Quint spoke. “I have a very old but good recipe for bread, if I gave you some, well homework in a way, would you do it before our next session? I would like to have you create something that you would enjoy.”

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maximusxcallas‌:

Maximus smirked, almost having fun with this conversation (it was a miracle!). “Not really, but it’s so common in Europe. And then you have with a lot of honey, or just. That’s usually how I’m used to it being taken. I drink all my tea without anything.” Though, he doesn’t drink it often, he used to a lot more when Ashia lived with him.

Fred nodded excitedly. “My mother used to make the best tea from our garden when I was younger. I’ve never been able to recreate it no matter how hard I try.” He took a deep mouthful of his drink, letting the warm liquid wash over him, warming his cool body. “I must admit, it’s definitely quite refreshing to meet someone else who knows the intricacies of drinking tea here in the States. I took it for granted back home.”

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nympho-trudy‌:

Trudy chuckled, a smirk twisting at her lips at the other’s comment, eyes fluttering close at the lovely feeling of her back getting scrubbed by the soft loofa the guard gave her. “Mmmm….a innocent thing like me has to be careful around here, hm?” She asked, a playful tone on her voice. “Trudy, sir.” She replied, lancing over at him again. “I can always give you more if you want, sir.” She purred, eyes flashing with lust as she not so subtly, drew a hand down to caress the curving dip of one of her tits.

He couldn’t help it but let his eyes follow the path of her hand. It was too early in the day for this, but perhaps when he was leaving he might make some enquiries. “Of course,” Fred said, his eyes travelling slowly up to meet hers. “It’s human nature to want to corrupt what is perceived as innocent.” His tongue darted out against his lips as he took a deep breath in. “As tempting as the offer is right now, Trudy, I do have somewhere to be. But I’m going to assume that you will be here later?” He asked as he handed back the loofah.

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chainednat‌:

Natalie watched him turn the cup around and there in the barista’s handwriting was her name. With an amused smile she held out her hand and took the cup from him. “Thank you.” She took a sip of it, making a small moan of pleasure, aw sweet, sweet coffee. “And what’s wrong with my drink? I think it tastes pretty good. It’s what gets me through the day.” She took another sip, needing the caffeine. “I think that makes two of us, I need at least three cups to be fully awake.”

His cup came and she watched him drink his own, trying to see the name written on his own cup. But her eyes moved back up to his face, feeling like she had seen him around before somewhere. Natalie couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere so when he spoke up, she laughed softly, feeling like just read her thoughts though she knew it was impossible. “I have that same feeling, but I’m not sure where I know you from.” 

He smiled, arching his eyebrows in disbelief and amusement. “Have you spoken to a doctor about your addiction?” He joked. “I hope those drinks aren’t had in quick succession.”

Fred regarded her carefully. He was sure that the memory would probably come to him later on in the day when he wasn’t thinking about it. But right now it was bothering him and he liked to put memories to faces. “Do you work?” He asked, though the question seemed ridiculous to him. He knew that everyone in this city did some form of work or another.

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hotshotxtheus‌:

Prometheus deserves no credits - not many anyway - because he had to read it quickly on his phone, before saying it again out loud. This is coffee to him, it’s just hot liquid coffee flavoured caramel.

Theus almost laughs at the irony— the last time someone ruined his day in a coffee shop, it didn’t quite go like this. But he’s not going to need telling again to take whatever the client is offering— he has to be a client.

                      “ — You could come to see me dance at Desires, and tip me well. That would make it up to me.

“Ah,” he smiled. “You’re a dancer. I should have picked that one.” He thought on what he said for a moment, realising that it could have been somewhat offensive. “Not that it’s blatantly obvious. You just have the build for someone who takes care of himself.” He stuttered quickly before laughing. “I’m just going to drink my coffee and try not to make an even bigger arse of myself.”

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seth-abrams‌:

“Busy week, and I’m dead on my feet. So it’s either this, or I jump start my heart with a car battery”. Seth reached for the cup, not really caring that some stranger drank out of it. He needed it and he wasn’t going to order another one. “Hm, I started to do this when I was finishing up my degree. Had to pull four all nighters in a row, and decided that if I was going to die, I was at least going to die after I turned in my paper”. 

He chuckled. He remembered the days of studying and turning in essays on human behaviour. Though they were a while ago, he’s somewhat happy that some things hadn’t changed all that much since then. “Well, I’m glad you chose the safer option, to an extent.” He smiled. “Caffeine will kill you, just not as quickly as a car battery hooked up to your heart.”

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gabelundell‌:

He waits for his order. It’s crowded today and he tries not to bump into anyone. At 6′6″ and his size, he tends to scare off a few younger and smaller people. Although, he always smiles kindly at them and apologises for not being more careful. He spots a small hand about to reach for a drink, but it gets stolen from someone else who turns to him after taking a sip. He chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s no mine. It’s hers.” He points to a ten-year old girl who looks very pressed that her drink was stolen. Although, her face makes her looks adorable. He squats down and smiles at the child. “I’m sure he meant disgustingly amazing. He’ll get you a new one with a cookie to apologise.” If the vampire doesn’t, he’ll do it. The girl smiles and looks up expectantly at the client. He tries very hard not to laugh and hopes the other won’t get mad at him for it.

Fred looked down at the small child near his legs. The look on her face telling him that he had committed an egregious sin against her. But the exchange with the taller man, who was only slightly taller than him, brought a smile to his lips. He couldn’t help but be reminded of his own daughter so long ago. He ordered a cookie and a new drink for the girl. Fred also requested a tab of sorts to be set up for the little girl that he would pay every day. After some arguing with the barista and then the manager, he got his way.

 He got down in front of her, handing her the cookie and drink. “I am very sorry little miss. But I’ve also made sure that you will get free drinks and cookies from here from now on.”

Fred straightened up and turned to the man who had spoken to the girl before him. “Thanks for letting me know. I was about to throw the drink out all together, and I’m sure the tears that would have ensued would have been bad for my reputation.”

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ledarigby‌:

“Does it taste like it gave you diabetes? Because yes, that’s mine.” If she was more immature, she would say ew boy cooties and left the drink. She wasn’t, so she makes a reach motion for the double caramel late with three extra espresso shots. Leda came for a kick of caffeine and sugar, and damn it, she already paid 5 dollars for that and she was going to drink it. “ Also I really hope your name isn’t Leda, because I can only deal with so many greek named people.”

Fred shook his head and laughed. “No, it’s not Greek. My name is a bit more north than that.” He gave her the drink, grateful for it to be out of his hand and away from him. There was only so much sugar one could tolerate in the morning and that had surpassed it. “Do you encounter many Greek named people here?” He asked as he grabbed his own drink, double checking the name this time.

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Shrink me

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deaconxalbright‌:

It wasn’t exactly an encouraging answer, we’ll see. That usually meant that there were strings. And then the doctor told him the strings. Deacon had to promise to try and work with him. Deacon chewed on the inside of his cheek and nodded his head, he didn’t really have much of a choice unless he wanted to blow a sizable chunk of his savings and he couldn’t do that. But he didn’t really see how talking about his shit with a strange vamp was gonna help him any.

Deacon felt like he’d been punched in the gut at the bluntness of the first question. His eyes wide and shifting from hurt to embarrassed to angry. “I didn’t let someone almost kill me. It was an accident–” His knee continued to bounce unconsciously as he worked to calm himself down. Getting angry never did any good in this city. He rolled his shoulders and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out. He shrugged, “It’s not a good time of year for me. So I’m alright, I guess. I think the doctors are going to want me to go get another transfusion. But physically I feel okay.”

Fred pressed his lips together. Normally he wasn’t one for the direct approach, but sometimes it was necessary. “The doctors do tend to know what they’re talking about when it comes to fixes for physical problems.” He mused. “What’s wrong about this time of year? Does this feeling tend to happen every year, or is it just this year in particular?”

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alexandermoreau‌:

Alexander was exhausted, and while he wasn’t typically a coffee person he was in dire need of it today. He had a good amount of work that needed to be done at the office now that he was back from his vacation and wanted to get as much of it done as he could. The trip away with his escort had been worth it, but he always had to pay the price when it was time to come back. The reason he stood among a group of people waiting for their early morning coffee. 

His focus was on his phone, responding to texts from his employees and checking the current emails he had missed over night. He looked up as he heard his name, about to go up and grab his drink but pausing as he watched another man grab it and take a drink. He rose an eyebrow at the man, sliding his phone back into his pocket. He chuckled and shook his head. “Not a fan of boring old black coffee? Or is it the blood that’s put you off?” 

Fred arched an eyebrow and smiled. “No,” he replied with a smile. “The blood was the only good part of the whole drink.” 

He gave the drink back to the man and grabbed his own. He knew that there were other vampires here, of course, but he was still getting used to them being so out in the open. 

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Referral - Frederick & Quint

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quint-deross‌:

Quint nodded softly, offering the other a gentle smile. “I do, sir.” He replied, the sir just slipping out as habit. “I, uh…I cook for clients and such when I aint workin at Veggie Roofs.” He replied honestly, shrugging a little.

“Do you enjoy working at Veggie Roofs?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to the side. He knew that most escorts only had small side jobs to not distract them from their main job, a rule that he didn’t necessarily agree with. “What are your favourite things to cook? Do you do it when you don’t have to for other people?”

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maximusxcallas‌:

“Nothing wrong with tea either, but I guess if you were expecting tea, an espresso must have been a surprise for your taste buds.” Maximus preferred  Tsikoudia pure at any times of the day, especially by his pool, but he was still trying (miserably) to be more sociable. “And I guess you drink your tea with no sugar and a lick of milk?”

Fred laughed and nodded. “Yeah, it was definitely a shock to say the least.” He arched an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth turning up in humour. “Am I really so transparent?” He asked. “But also, it depends on the tea. You can only really drink certain black teas like that.”

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nympho-trudy‌:

Trudy smiled at the other as she passed him the loofa, allowing a flash of one of her wet tits with that silver barbell catching the light. “A girl like me is lucky to have men like you around.” She hummed, holding her hair away for the other. She even arched her back a little, perky ass pushing out a little to the other. 

His eyes flashed briefly before he clamped down on the heat that was rising in his stomach. He smiled. “Of course,” he chuckled. “Though you also do have to be careful because there are those who may take advantage of someone so... Trusting.” He swallowed another lump in his throat as he grabbed the loofah from her. He couldn’t help it as his eyes followed the movements of her body. He kept on telling himself to be professional, but she was making it difficult. 

Fred started slowly moving the loofah on her back in gentle small circles. He moved his other hand to her shoulder as he scrubbed. “So, since I am helping you out, I think you should give me your name at the very least.”

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flora-donne‌:

She has no idea what she’s ordered. Having been told to fetch a drink, that is what she’s done. It had taken a good deal of concentration on her part to remember the command, but she had been determined to succeed, and so she had, despite the anxiety that is almost consuming her whole. 

She doesn’t like it in the light.

             She doesn’t like it outside the Chateau’s strong stone walls.

The man’s comment makes her falter, uncertainty a noose around her porcelain neck. Perhaps she’d failed, after all. It wouldn’t surprise her.

Slaves were doomed to fail.

“Thank you,” she replies, because he’d told her to say it. “Yes, I ordered it. But… I must have got it wrong.”      

He opened his mouth, before closing it again. He eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “What makes you say that?” He asked, forever the psychologist. “I’m sure it’s not wrong, I’ve just got no sense of taste.”

Fred smiled kindly at the small woman. He took a note of her posture and expressions, cataloguing them away for later. “Is the drink for you? Let me get you a new one. You don’t want one that I’ve spread my germs on.”

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Shrink me

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deaconxalbright‌:

The response through him for a loop. He hadn’t been expecting an answer quiet like that one and he automatically moved towards the couch that the Doctor had gestured to. He frowned for a moment then sat down, lacing his hands together between his knees. “I don’t need to like– lay down or anything do I?”

He sat quietly and nodded his head, “Okay, Dr. Wilhelmsson.” Because there wasn’t anyway he would feel okay calling this man by his first name. Deacon looked at the vampire, his eyes travelling over the man, his face open and curious but not pleased with the current situation. Deacon wasn’t any good at lying, but with a vamp or wolf shrink he couldn't even tell half lies. 

He let out a soft sigh, “Will a short session count? The Hospital sent me a letter telling me I had to be here. And if I don’t get all the sessions signed off for then I get fined. And I can’t afford the fine. So can you tell me what you need to know so you can tell them I’m fine?” The letter had said that the Doctor would dictate the number so sessions he needed to attend. His knee began to bounce slightly as he waited. He tried to use his left hand to hide that he was touching his thumb to each of his fingers in the grounding technique he used to deal with moments like this.

“Uh...” Honestly, in all his years of practicing. No one had actually asked that question before. “No, you don’t have to lay down.” He shook his head, suppressing a small smile. “You can just sit down.”

He felt the corners of his lips twitch. “We’ll see,” he responded honestly. “It’ll depend on a few things. But I’ll make sure you don’t have to pay the fine as long as you can promise that you’ll try to work with me.” Fred wrote down a note to remind himself about the fine. 

Looking back up at the man, his eyes were caught by his bouncing knee. He opened his mouth to answer the question as he looked back to Deacon. “Well, we can start with the fun questions such as: why did you let someone almost kill you? Or I can ask about how you’ve been since you were discharged?”