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valentina-kent:

“Except I did,” Tina said with a sigh, taking the blood bag gratefully as she sat down across from the vampire. She couldn’t even believe that she was talking about this to anyone– she wasn’t exactly the most… open person. “It wasn’t like it was on purpose, but he has a way with words and the fact that he beat the shit out of Malcolm apparently was a turn on,” she muttered as she fiddled with the bag, “I’d be lying if I said it was anything other than mind-blowing.”

“How very naughty. I’m jealous.” Kade pretended to tsk with slight disapproval, shifting his gaze to the bottom of the glass in his hand and mirroring the woman’s sigh. His friendship with Valentina was unusual if not unexpected, blossoming from a chance encounter and the offer of a helping hand. “Ah, you fell for the classic bad boy charm. The community has been all abuzz about that, by the way. Mal’s one short fry away from a full-blown rampage, but nothing new.” He leaned forward before resting a chin in his hand, “Prepare yourself for a future of buying every piece of new furniture, dearie. I require more dirty details than that, though.” Kade hummed with a grin, “How kinky is he? And just how big is his...well, you know.”

#valentina convo

valentina-kent:

Every bang a witch with two personalities?

Got enough dinner for two?

“Oh, darling, you didn’t.”

Kade grabbed the spare blood bag he set aside for dessert and slid it across the table toward her without a word. “I see you have been busy bedding the psychopathic one. How is he in the sack?”

#valentina convo

Oi, now what has you in such a tizzy that you’ve gone and interrupted my dinner?

#kghrpstarter #closed: tina

caleb-thelionheart:

I can hold it just not a raging alcoholic with it like I was with actually alcohol.

You can get everywhere with good looks.

“I must commend you, for a newborn vampire, Caleb, you have adjusted well beyond your lifespan.”

“You certainly can with a face like yours, pudding.” Kade mused, leaning back in his stool seat and using the bar counter’s edge as proper support, “How’s the family then? The fiancée, the twins?”

#caleb convo

szymanski-tiberius:

Tiberius took the glass that was in front of him, taking a healthy swallow and humming contently, “it’s easy to ignore the world imploding when I am talking to my best friend. And alcohol is involved, so nothing can go wrong there.”

Kade traced his middle finger around the rim of his glass before resting his opposite elbow along the table and cupping his chin in his hand. “Ah, you tickle and delight my old soul, my greatest friend. Watch us create a little mischief in our intoxication.” The vampire chuckled lightly, sipping. “Did you know a mate and I back in the late colonial period, about ‘75 or so, we guzzled down enough whiskey, that we stole three goats and a horse? My glory days.”

#tiberius convo

caleb-thelionheart:

Oh, no. I don’t drink anymore but I’m here to supply you with all the drinks you want. For a fee of course, poor business practice to give drinks away for free.

Hm, a vampire living the semi-charmed sober lifestyle. Can’t hold your blood as well as you could your liquor, Marshall?

A shame I cannot compel you for free drinks anymore, I must resort to my good looks. Such is life.

#caleb convo

szymanski-tiberius:

The only thing good that came out of that year was the alcohol. I have the glasses.

And what look exactly? Eternal groveler? Not exactly my favorite.

Kade hummed his agreement, plucking the glasses from his leader and popping the cork before pouring them both a drink. Sliding a glass over toward Tiberius, he sipped at the liquid with sophistication. “I’d kill to have a face like yours kissing my boots, but I was talking along the lines of this almost relaxed vibe. Two old friends, sharing nature’s nectar.”

#tiberius convo

szymanski-tiberius:

There are better things than beer, my friend. Lets crack open the good scotch, shall we?

A man who knows my every weakness. I have the perfect unopened bottle from 1943 that I hear is a delight.

I admire this look on you, Tiberius.

#tiberius convo

valentina-kent:

I can throw that right back to you, you know. For having to survive on blood and all for the rest of your immortal life.

Oh… I–I don’t know. Everything just… feels wrong. No matter what it is. I could go with the Chamberlains, Tori herself is what I am. I could join a vampire coven, like you suggested. There’s a part of me that screams for that, and the other part revolts at the thought. It’s like deep down… I know I don’t belong anywhere. I’m a pack being who’s had that severed by being merged with something that can survive on its own. Independence fights against dependency. My wolf side can still feel Malcolm because despite anything, he’s still my Alpha and the thought of following someone else hurts worse than being on my own. Constantly, I feel my very being ripping apart at the seams like a magnet with opposite poles but I’m magically forced to stay together.

“It is the cost of survival, dear heart, the flavor grows on you.” Kade wrapped his fingers around his beer mug comfortably, listening to Valentina spin her worries with an openness he has noticed did not come easy for the woman. The vampire experienced the burn of betrayal before, from his fellow comrades, a man who called himself friend before the turn took effect. Being the habitual creature he is wasn’t what he anticipated at the start, but Kade grew to cope with the change, even used it for good. “You lost a sense of belonging as I am certain Miss Chamberlain has. I cannot speak for either her or yourself, but I will make a promise to you I’ll stand at your side however long it takes to sever the connection to Winslow or should you decide you wish to join. Perhaps, there is a way to have both a coven and a pack. In which case, your werewolf and vampire sides are not in a heated battle for dominance.”

#valentina convo

valentina-kent:

To be fair, I was already used to eating animals. At least during the full moon.

Um… I don’t really run with anyone, I guess. It’s hard for me to go into another ‘pack’ like setting when the last leader burned me, you know?

Oh, how I pity the werewolf species.

It’s difficult for you to trust anyone, I understand. Well, I could speak with Tiberius or you’re free to meet him personally when you are ready. Szymanski coven would be over the moon to have you as would I.

#valentina convo

valentina-kent:

Eh, I would say it’s going okay, except it’s revolting and thinking about it makes me want to gag. No offense.

None taken, but consider the even more revolting alternative. The dreaded animal diet, how I shudder. What about pack hunting? Or coven hunting? Moral support and all that.

#valentina convo

valentina-kent:

Now, you’re talking. I can get behind this kind of drinking.

Woman after my own heart.

And how’s the other kind of drinking coming along so far, love?

#valentina convo

As if worlds do not fall apart every day.

Beer is my current mistress tonight. Drink with me or leave.

#kghrpstarter

szymanski-tiberius:

He may have been the one to stop it, but it’s us that are going to pay the price, Kade.

That’s where I should have handled it sooner; I didn’t want to step on toes and hurt feelings. I’m afraid I’m growing soft, not fit to be a leader.

Then there’s no confusion why I wouldn’t know that either because believe me, I know the cost of war.

That is the kindness in you talking, my friend. However, now is not the moment to ponder crushed toes or feelings. I’ve marched alongside the greatest generals of the centuries and none of which I am more honored to stand by than you. Fight, lead, and the reward will be plenty.

#tiberius convo