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𝒁𝑨𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑺, 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫𝑭𝑴.

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           𝐙𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀. 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 as hated by 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲.

                                                𝒐𝒏𝒚𝒙. 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓. 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏.                                         a dependent oc written for @underworldfm.

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                                             psd coloring credit / @inspurations 

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* evelyn !

to be honest, evelyn wasn’t in the mood for this, if the annoyed glare and matching prominent pout was anything to go by. and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be. not that she wasn’t aware of the possibility of spotting zaiden as soon as she left her room, but she kind of didn’t think the universe had the balls to do that. and yet. i mean, maybe she does deserve it. at least a little bit. and it’s so ridiculous just how quickly someone you’d want to spend all your time with becomes the one person you’d like to avoid for eternity, no matter how realistic. wishful thinking might just be one of evelyn’s favorite sports, after all. as aloof as it is, she keeps her eyes directly in front of her — as if the back of the corridor was the most interesting piece of wall she’s ever seen. because all she wanted to do was she came out of her room to do — bury herself in a couch full of blankets and pillows and pop open the infamous unopened blood pouch resting in her hand. but perhaps as she passes him, she can’t help but roll her eyes, unable to hold back at least one act of passive aggression.

❝  DO  YOU  THINK  YOUR  PATHETIC  pouting  is  going  to  make  you  any  less  hated  than  you  already  are  ?  ❞  the  cold  ,  unforgiving  drawl  drips  from  pierced  lips  before  he  can  stop  himself  ,  sapphire  hues  glittering  with  dark  amusement  as  he  catches  the  passive-aggressive  glare  shot  in  his  direction.  inked  digits  are  wrapped  around  a  mug  of  his  favorite  --  body-temperature  a-negative  --  and  though  his  tall  frame  leans  against  the  entryway  to  the  living  space  with  comfortable  ease  ,  the  razor  sharp  edge  to  his  pointed  stare  is  danger  enough  on  its  own.  the  casual  style  of  dress  down  to  the  way  he  sips  the  drink  he  had  been  nursing  do  little  to  conceal  the  poised  machine  that  lays  coiled  deep  within  his  bones  --  like  a  viper  waiting  to  leap  forward  and  strike  with  venomous  fangs.  he  hazards  a  smirk  ,  tapered  teeth  gleaming  in  the  low  light.  ❝  i’m  surprised  you  still  show  your  face  around  here.  or  that  lucia  didn’t  put  your  ass  down  already.  maybe  i  should  tell  aleksander  about  your  little  stunt  ,  myself  ,  ❞  he  poses  the  last  thought  idly  ,  humming  to  himself  before  taking  another  slow  sip.

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* @kingspavvn​ !

HE HUMMED A LITTLE TUNE to himself as he turned down the hallways of the manor. clair didn’t particularly enjoy coming here anymore , but he’d do just about anything if a certain bratty death dealer demanded it ; & he had demanded. one hand hung at his side comfortably , the other holding the last pouch of a positive in the manor’s public kitchen. he couldn’t help the stupid grin on his face as he turned , the door to zaiden’s room entering his sight. even though it’d been awhile since he’d taken this path , the familiarity of walking it brought a positive wave of contentment through him.

or perhaps he was just excited to see zade , to tell him he needed to come home to see what clair had stumbled across for him.

they’d been texting up until a moment ago , so he didn’t feel the need to linger or knock once he reached the door , softly pushing it open & slipping in. boots were silent on the carpet , the space looking as not - lived in as his rooms had , save for the bedroom at the back. before he made his way to zade , he took the time to dig out a glass & warm up his blood for him , grabbing a straw out of the drawer for good measure , knowing how zade liked it this late in the morning.

the door was open , the tv was on , & zade looked like a damn teenager curled up in the comforter , sapphires already on him , his expression passive in spite of the way blue hues shined with his approval. clair moved to sit on the edge of the bed , holding out the glass to the other. “ one warm a positive , as requested. ” he paused long enough to let a pout float over his features , his smile twisting but not fully disappearing , “ hurry up & drink it so i can lay with you. i missed you. ”

THE  HARSH  REALITY  OF  the  conversation  that  transpired  between  the  two  of  them  only  a  handful  of  nights  prior  continues  to  weigh  heavily  upon  his  chest  --  and  yet  ,  the  promise  of  having  one  sinclair  portier  wrapped  up  in  his  sheets  to  cradle  him  close  like  he  always  does  is  enough  to  cause  his  unbeating  heart  to  flutter  ever  so  slightly  within  the  hollows  of  his  ribcage.  a  part  of  the  elder  death  dealer  knows  that  avoiding  the  precarious  cloud  of  impending  doom  hanging  so  dangerously  overhead  will  only  cause  more  trouble  than  it  is  worth  --  but  the  way  his  chest  aches  for  the  comfort  of  the  familiarity  he  had  grown  so  accustomed  to  forces  zaiden  to  reckon  with  his  own  wants  rather  than  the  poised  ,  rational  half  of  his  mind  as  it  shrieks  for  acknowledgement.

the  swinging  pendulum  of  both  worry  and  intermittent  fury  --  at  being  lied  to  ,  at  being  kept  out  of  the  loop  ,  at  the  overall  uncertainty  that  wrapped  around  them  like  a  thin  film  --  had  left  him  all  but  catatonic  ,  confined  to  the  bed  he  had  long  since  cast  off.  the  bedroom  he  used  to  call  his  own  in  the  manor  feels  strange  ,  almost  foreign  --  but  as  the  sound  of  familiar  footsteps  echoes  just  out  of  bounds  ,  the  vampire  stirs  amongst  his  sheets.

he  perks  up  in  spite  of  himself  ,  the  messy  bun  piled  high  upon  his  head  wiggling  slightly  with  the  sudden  movement.  there  are  no  words  spoken  initially  ,  a  soft  hum  all  he  emits  until  clair  finally  settles  at  the  edge  of  the  bed.  tattooed  digits  wrap  gratefully  around  the  warmed  mug  before  he  shifts  it  into  one  ,  careful  hand.  the  other  moves  to  toggle  the  retainer  attached  to  the  roof  of  his  mouth  ,  ducking  to  hide  it  form  view  before  he  pops  it  back  into  the  case  settled  upon  the  bedside  table.  zaiden  scoots  himself  to  make  more  room  before  taking  a  slow  ,  deliberate  step  --  and  when  he  hums  in  approval  ,  sapphire  hues  peer  up  to  appraise  clair  carefully.  ❝  i  missed  you  ,  too.  ❞  it  feels  cathartic  to  utter  said  words  aloud  --  and  though  zaiden  had  been  the  one  to  whine  for  a  snack  over  text  earlier  ,  he  sets  the  mug  aside  to  leave  it  forgotten  as  arms  move  in  favor  of  wrapping  themselves  around  clair  happily.  head  tucks  itself  against  clair’s  chest  ,  long  legs  twining  with  his  lover’s.  ❝  i  missed  home.  ❞

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* austin !

                    A grunt of pain escaped him as once again Austin found himself lying on his back on the floor of the mansion’s training room. Over the last few hours he had become very well acquainted with the cold cement that stretched from wall to wall. He didn’t mind, each and every bruise that he collected during these sessions brought him closer to his goal of being the best fighter that he could be. There was a scoff from the other side of the room and Austin pulled himself up to his feet with the softest of groans.

                   “I’m fine,” he grunts quietly, his chest still heaving as he straightens up. He could feel each and every one of his muscles screaming at the effort. Every nerve was still on fire as he sank back into a defensive stance. It was clear that he needed a break but the young vampire wasn’t about to give in to his aching limbs. Instead he was completely focused on Zaiden’s stern gaze.

                   Austin hadn’t figured out just what made Zaiden Hendricks so serious, but the death dealer never failed to level a room with a single gaze. It was only one of the things that Austin had grown to really admire about the older vampire. He knew that Zaiden was the best of the best and he was lucky that he’d even consented to teach him in the first place.

                   So the last thing he was going to do was wimp out because he was a little tired. “Seriously I’m fine, we can keep going.”

THINLY-VEILED ANNOYANCE ETCHES itself into every sharp angle & high plane of his chiseled features , blue hues narrowing into chips of pure ice as they sweep over the trainee with disdain. the hours had been gruelling , but zaiden had yet to break so much of a sweat in the midst of the training that had commenced before twilight had even shed its violet hues over the city. the dark-haired death dealer had always believed in starting before darkness settled over the glittering skyline -- for no good session would come to fruition with only a few meager minutes spent in the sprawling training room. though zaiden had been known for being particularly brutal with his habits , that did little to stop him from recognizing a young vampire who had become far too beaten down by exhaustion. pathetic. 

head cants to the side as cold eyes appraise austin critically , fangs clicking together with mocking amusement as he notes the way each breath austin exhales is labored at best. ❝ lesson number two , ❞ the elder vampire begins , voice little more than a low , bored drawl as he circles around the other , ❝ is to know your limits. ❞ the words barely leave his lips before zaiden lunges forward with breakneck speed. austin is hardly afforded the opportunity to places his legs defensively before zaiden’s tall , agile figure barrels into him with enough force to barrel the other into the cement once more. 

a harsh , resounding crack echoes through the empty room as austin’s head snaps back onto the floor -- and though the scent of fresh blood soon follows , zaiden doesn’t even flare his nostrils. a hand is placed upon austin’s chest , inked digits spreading out to keep him flat down beneath him as long legs holster on either side of him , keeping the younger effectively caged down on the ground , though he bears no weight on him. ❝ see what i mean ? ❞ he sounds far from enthused , even sparing a dramatic eye-roll & scoff before swinging himself off. he lifts himself up into a standing position , one hand brushing whatever imaginary first may be gathered upon his sweat-drenched shirt -- and though his knuckles are bruised & bloody form the hours he had spent beating what little sense he could manage into the recruit , he looks far more elegant than austin. a brow quirks as he casts austin a neutral look. ❝ when i say break , we break. so don’t argue with me. we’ll get ourselves some blood and take thirty to catch our breaths. understood ? ❞

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* michel !

michel nods his head as he purses his lips, considering the death dealer’s words before speaking, huffing out a small chuckle. “actually, that would be very tempting to see.” which is, surprisingly half true, if only to see zade break his pent-up composure for a second to jump out the window like a spider monkey. the image in his head alone forces him to hold back laughter, and he doesn’t think he’s winning that fight very well as he releases couple snorts before properly chuckling now, shaking his head. god, what the fuck is this situation. if he was going to get through the rest of this exchange with his soul in tact, he decides to swap reflecting over its ridiculousness — which honestly feels like a competition at this point, with the prize being the destruction of the other’s sanity entirely — for rolling a cigarette. as he takes out the paper and begins the process of lick, roll, repeat, he realizes he’s not ready to drop the previous bit just yet, for better or worse, michel submits to his need for humor once again. after all, if there’s one thing anyone could consistently rely on him for, it’s committing to a bit.

with a smirk present on his lips, he lays the tobacco into the paper before closing the cigarette and brings it to his lips. “alright, which song is it going to be, hmm?” he asks before he lights it, bringing his gaze back to the street in front of him, hand in his pocket as he paces the sidewalk nonchalantly as if he was genuinely contemplating. and perhaps it’s because michel has always somehow thrived in the witching hour of the night, but he decides to continue the charade, seeing where the tide that is going with the flow would take him. “do you like billie jean? your song? i walk the line?” he lists the classics, humming in faux deep thought before meeting zade’s distanced hues once more, already slightly swaying to a beat they haven’t decided on yet. although the other wouldn’t be his first or second or even last choice to spend the remainder of the night with, he realizes that he’ll take what he can get. “oh no, but that’s right. i forgot you’re immune to any ounce of joy, my bad.” he says, pausing in his track to cock his head to the side in mock realization.

THE  ANNOYANCE  SIMMERING  OFF  of  zaiden’s  rigid  frame  palpates  in  thick  ,  smothering  waves  as  fangs  click  together  with  a  sudden  hiss.  inked  digits  flex  in  their  hold  ,  gripping  into  the  metal  window-frame  with  enough  force  that  it  is  a  wonder  that  it  doesn’t  dip  and  bow  beneath  the  pads  of  his  fingers.  michel’s  horrendous  penchant  for  delivering  chaotic  unrest  to  zaiden’s  already-disharmonious  lifestyle  caused  his  head  to  throb  &  his  rage  to  rekindle  itself  like  a  match  to  a  kerosene-soaked  rag.  were  it  not  for  the  numerous  mortals  milling  about  during  witching  hours  ,  pausing  only  to  cast  the  pair  of  vampires  separated  by  12  floors  shouting  at  one  another  peculiar  ,  sideways  glances  ,  zaiden  knows  he  may  have  been  very  liable  to  leap  to  the  ground  with  a  kill-order  on  his  mind.  unfortunately  ,  the  elder  vampire  is  resigned  to  clench  his  teeth  &  seethe  silently  instead.  

❝  what  do  you  want  ,  michel  ?  ❞  his  loud  hiss  comes  out  more  exhausted  than  it  does  confrontational  ,  ignoring  his  offer  for  a  serenade  altogether.  zaiden  makes  a  mental  note  to  remind  one  sinclair  portier  ,  yet  again  ,  that  his  lycan-fucking  best  friend  had  disrupted  his  rather  calm  night  off  --  and  if  it  were  to  occur  one  more  godforsaken  time  ,  zaiden  will  no  longer  be  held  liable  for  whatever  bloodshed  may  soon  ensue.  ❝  if  you  have  a  message  for  clair  ,  i  suggest  you  leave  it  before  i  decide  to  cut  your  tone-deaf  ass  off  right  now.  ❞  the  lurking  danger  is  low  &  pointed  ,  as  serrated  as  a  silver-tinged  dagger  --  and  in  spite  of  michel’s  evident  lack  of  common  sense  ,  zaiden  is  sure  that  even  he  would  be  able  to  catch  on.

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* zaiden !

THERE’S A MOMENT — clair isn’t actually sure how long it , that the silence is too much , the air around him too still. they didn’t have to breathe , he simply did so out of habit ; but it was oh so easy for him to quiet his entire being , to automatically & unconsciously pull away & turn to stone at the way the anxiety & out - right fear became solid , thick , sinking through him in his entirety , every cell in his animated corpse form pausing with the way it swallowed him whole. he’s frozen , on his knees , hands still at his love’s side , not holding him in case he wanted to pull away — blatantly reverent in the way that he prays for his destroyer of worlds not to turn that sharpness around on him , to deny what had become his nature & spare him his fury.

then comes the coldness , that always followed after the initial stillness. at first , it’s a tick in his throat , then an icy wave of pinpricks against his bones as they protested at the shock of the sensation ; at the very real possibility that zaiden wouldn’t hear his plea , that he’d numb himself to whatever was between them for the sake of his king , his coven. sinclair was a particular brand of masochist , he’d always known that deciding to follow his impulse to love a weapon , somewhere along the way , he’d end up getting cut. it never scared him , never forced him away ; even now , wouldn’t hold any injury against the other. if you didn’t properly handle it , it would snap back at you. the stillness stretched out , & the coldness became complete lack of sensation with every passing moment — had he made the right call to come clean ? had he accurately guessed at which outcome would favor him & what they had more ? 

sinclair can feel the way zaiden is tense around him , & he’s motionless , neck craned , holding his pose & waiting for his judgement , supplicant & willing & ready for whatever death decided of him. finally – after truly what felt like an eternity , but might have only been a matter of moments – do the words finally come. he’s aware of the way his mouth falls open , the way everything in him , was kicked back into motion & some sembiance of life with a puff of his breath being forced through his nose , nostrils flaring , some sound cracking in the back of his throat that he felt more than heard at the word ‘ us. ’

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OH  ,  CRUEL  FATE  --  how  deceivingly  gentle  her  delicate  caress  could  be  ;  to  lie  to  a  beast  --  what  is  one  expected  to  glean  from  such  a  fruitless  endeavor  ?  had  zaiden  not  been  forged  from  the  white-hot  iron  of  his  own  humane  demise  ?  had  he  not  been  carved  from  the  darkness  of  his  own  trauma  ,  molded  &  fashioned  with  the  steadied  hands  of  a  king  who  hungered  for  salvation  in  the  form  of  a  living  ,  breathing  weapon  ?  how  could  something  so  robbed  of  his  own  humanity  be  deserving  of  the  truth  at  all  ?  the  thought  alone  is  almost  enough  to  pull  the  quietest  laugh  of  cold  ,  empty  pain  from  parted  lips  --  but  all  that  manages  to  escape  is  a  trembling  exhale  of  a  ragged  breath.  when  fangs  click  together  with  enough  force  to  jar  his  already-blurred  vision  ,  zaiden  is  forced  to  do  nothing  more  than  inhale  a  sharp  breath  through  flared  nostrils.  he  can  feel  clair  shift  in  his  position  ,  moving  from  his  crouched  bow  to  pray  at  the  altar  of  his  own  mercy  in  favor  of  studying  him  with  darkened  hues  --  but  he  remains  motionless  ,  himself.  like  a  statue  chipped  out  from  the  finest  of  ivory  marble  ,  unmoving  &  unrelenting  as  vacant  eyes  gaze  off  into  the  distance.  

it  is  almost  as  if  the  elder  vampire  has  forgotten  who  waits  before  him  ,  silently  pleading  for  his  mercy  --  like  he  is  the  harbinger  of  death  ,  the  angel  of  divine  judgment  &  retribution.  how  foolish  it  is  to  think  that  the  most  soiled  vampire  of  them  all  is  poised  to  deliver  swift  judgment  on  anyone  but  himself.  the  harrowing  wave  of  emotions  rages  in  the  depths  of  sapphire  irises  --  dark  &  turbulent  --  and  as  he  thinks  ,  zaiden  cannot  help  but  consider  just  how  ludicrously  out  of  bounds  he  had  come.  

how  had  he  ,  the  king’s  dutiful  weapon  ,  become  so  divinely  enthralled  with  the  coven’s  very  own  heretic  ?  how  had  he  allowed  himself  to  grow  so  weak  of  heart  that  the  tender  embrace  of  a  traitor  alone  is  enough  to  tear  the  centuries-old  walls  that  guarded  his  already-scarred  heart  ?  zaiden  cannot  even  begin  to  fathom  it  ,  fathom  how  far  from  grace  he  had  fallen  in  that  singular  moment.  he  had  fallen  victim  to  the  sweet-nothings  of  a  creature  who  had  lied  to  him  only  to  give  him  whiplash  in  the  form  of  an  unadulterated  truth  ,  one  clair  insisted  is  what  he  deserves  to  hear…  and  rather  than  following  the  instinct  to  execute  the  unspoken  kill-order  he  knows  hangs  over  his  head  ,  he  feels  frozen.  rooted  to  the  spot  ,  unable  to  move  or  otherwise  raise  a  hand  against  the  vampire  waiting  so  reverently  for  his  intervention.

the  tense  silence  hangs  thick  like  smog  ,  smothering  zaiden  with  each  kerosene-soaked  breath  he  takes  --  and  when  he  finally  parts  his  lips  ,  his  voice  feels  hollow  &  empty.  ❝  you  think  this  is  what  i  deserve  ?  ❞  words  are  almost  harsh  ,  but  the  jagged  edge  that  typically  laces  itself  through  baritone  drawl  is  severely  lacking.  he  sounds  almost  boneless  ,  exhausted  --  like  the  weight  of  the  worlds  he  had  promised  to  destroy  are  hanging  upon  his  withering  shoulders.  ❝  to  make  the  choice  between  my  loyalty  to  the  coven  that  raised  me  and  my  loyalty  to  the  person  whom  i  believed  to  be  the  only  one  who  understands  me  ?  ❞  there  is  no  acid  marking  his  words  ,  merely  the  exhaustion  of  centuries  of  pain  ,  loss  ,  and  hardship.  lashes  flutter  &  when  his  gaze  focuses  ,  he  levels  clair  with  critical  eyes.  lips  press  into  a  thin  line  &  the  conflict  ,  the  war  ,  that  rages  in  ocean  depths  is  almost  palpable.

when  he  speaks  again  ,  his  voice  splinters  &  it  frays  ,  unraveling  like  a  worn  thread.  ❝  do  you  know  how  unfair  that  is  to  me  ,  clair  ?  ❞  oh  ,  how  his  breath  catches  &  how  he  hesitates  when  the  pain  bleeds  through  his  tone.  ❝  i  --  need  some  space.  i  need  to  think.  about  …  everything.  ❞

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* zacharie !

                    The air in the apartment was thick with tension, Zacharie could see the way that Zaiden tensed as their gazes locked over the blade of his knife. It wasn’t that different from every other time that the two of them had crossed paths. Zaiden was always serious and perhaps sometimes Zacharie wasn’t as serious as he should have been. He didn’t want to push Zaiden too much, last time they had come across one another they’d gotten into a pretty bad fight. And he still carried the weight of the interaction, he had a chance to take out a vampire and he didn’t. But it wasn’t as simple as that. That vampire had been Zaiden and it was getting to be increasingly clear that Zacharie wasn’t going to be able to kill him.

                    Zacharie couldn’t even pretend to be surprised by this fact anymore. It wasn’t that he couldn’t kill a vampire. He’d killed his fair share over the years, fighting in a war he voluntarily joined. Maybe that fact that his brother was a vampire was a conflict of interest; but that didn’t mean he’d ever be able to look into his identical gaze and kill him. Some might call him weak because of that, but Zacharie didn’t really care enough to argue about it. Vampire or not Zaiden was still family–they still looked like family and as much as Zacharie really wanted to hate his brother, he couldn’t find it in himself to.

                    The silence that stretched between them wasn’t nearly as long as it felt. The thick, suffocating air shifted just slightly as Zade’s arm lowered, his knife now glinting just as dangerously at his side as it had when the point was pressed against Zacharie’s throat. He swallowed the need to ask again if Zaiden wanted to go first, instead his gaze held the fury filled one of his brothers refusing to show any outward signs of weakness. “We have been working on some things I guess.” He took a small step back, still holding his brother’s gaze. “Where would you like me to start? Just what are you asking about?”

FANGS  SNAP  TOGETHER  WITH  sudden  irritation  ,  a  rumbling  snarl  ripping  from  deep  within  the  vampire’s  chest  as  the  grip  around  the  handle  of  his  dagger  tightens  with  enough  force  that  it  is  a  wonder  that  the  jewel-encrusted  hilt  hadn’t  shattered  against  a  gloved  palm.  the  muscle  clenching  tightly  within  his  jaw  jumps  visibly  from  the  newfound  tension  leaving  zaiden’s  rigid  frame  taught  ,  all  but  waiting  to  snap  when  he’s  afforded  even  the  slightest  opportunity  to  snap  free  &  allow  the  belligerent  beast  lurking  beneath  his  skin  break  free  from  the  worn-down  ties  keeping  it  tethered  so  precariously.  tapered  ,  razor-sharp  points  click  together  a  second  time  --  and  then  a  third  --  until  zaiden  is  able  to  reign  in  the  white-hot  rush  of  unabashed  annoyance  he  feels  with  every  word  that  drips  from  his  so-called  brother’s  muzzle.

a  single  flick  of  his  wrist  is  enough  to  raise  the  serrated  edge  of  his  dagger  to  eye  level  again  ,  singular  point  aimed  directly  at  the  tender  part  of  zacharie’s  throat  ;  though  the  inches  of  space  between  them  is  enough  to  keep  the  jagged  weapon  from  grazing  against  tattooed  skin  ,  the  threat  remains  all  too  clear  as  sapphire  hues  blaze  into  a  burning  glow  --  dangerous  ,  challenging  ,  as  if  daring  the  other  to  speak  again.  ❝  i  am  the  one  asking  questions  ,  mutt.  ❞  the  insult  is  sneered  out  without  a  fraction  of  remorse  as  pierced  lips  curl  to  bare  clenched  fangs  to  him  ,  dagger  shifting  by  a  centimeter  to  draw  closer  &  closer  to  the  mark  he  had  hungrily  decided  upon  moments  earlier.

❝  i  said  i  want  to  hear  everything  ,  so  from  the  beginning.  whatever  that  may  be.  ❞  the  cold  ,  unforgiving  edge  to  his  voice  is  sharper  than  the  blade  grasped  within  a  gloved  hand  ,  darin  the  lycan  to  pester  further  lest  he  lunge  forward  and  use  his  teeth  to  teach  him  a  lesson.  the  years  had  been  so  far  from  kind  to  the  death  dealer  ,  so  pathetically  dismal  &  addled  with  trauma  that  seeing  his  mirror  image  did  little  to  stir  even  the  slightest  of  empathy  ;  where  zacharie  sees  a  brother  ,  zaiden  sees  nothing  but  an  imposter  ,  a  feral  beast  wearing  the  same  face  &  skin  as  himself  --  and  above  all  else  ,  a  threat  to  be  eliminated  when  time  finally  came.  he  licks  his  lips  ,  as  if  the  promise  of  blood  is  enough  to  pique  is  interest  to  the  conversation  at  hand.  ❝  i’m  giving  you  one  last  chance  to  tell  me  what  you  know.  don’t  take  my  generosity  for  granted.  ❞    

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* 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 !

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ANDY BIERSACK for ROCKSOUND. re-stitch these wounds: track by track.

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* lena !

LENA: you touched her arm zade! her arm!

LENA: don’t you know that’s an obvious sign that you want to fuck her ??

LENA: in like, the victorian era or whatever timeline she’s living in… bc it’s clearly not this one

LENA: seriously though. fuck her, her behavior is repulsive. are you okay?

ZADE : HELP SKDJND ZADE : i’m fine. annoyed & irritated but otherwise fine  ZADE : also confused. this hasn’t happened to be me before and i’ve been alive a long ass time

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* lena !

ZADE : kjdfngkjdnfgkjdnfgkjdfng i lich rally do not know what else to say ZADE : i took her to a club so she could have a venue 2 play in ZADE : KJDNFKJN AND IM FLIRTINGKJFN please help ZADE : im scawed

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* 1 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ! @clairsins

clairsins :  🔫 show  🔫 hole

ZHENNY69 : [ 1 image attachment ]

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* 1 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖗 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ! @clairsins

[ @kingspavvn​ ] clairsins : show hole

zhenny69 : i am right next to you

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* evie fledgling !

EVELYN: um… EVELYN: like i literally could’ve went eternity like not knowing that but like if u have a better conscious at night ig 💫 EVELYN: honestly that changes nothing u literally owe me an apology and at least two gifts for wasting my time they’re due by monday thanks bye 💖💖

ZADE : read at 5:34 AM.

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evelynights​:

EVELYN: umm maybe u need a fucking lesson on how the 21st century flirts now since ur like super decrepit and stuff but ik what u were doing last weekend like i’m not stupid EVELYN: its ok i’ll make sure he knows all about the way u touched me that night since you’re clearly too scared to tell him urself oops 💫

ZADE : evelyn i literally do not know how else to tell you that i am a bottom. i don’t make moves or flirt with people. and i touched your arm. this isn’t the 1800s.

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* lena / @rosewilts !

ZADE : [ 4 image attachments ; screenshots of his conversation with evelyn. ] ZADE : i am straight up not having a good time bro.