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ofdurand:

location: durand books ( brooklyn )

open to: anyone ( @duskstart )

“ BE CAREFUL WITH THAT. ” simone appears from the back office of her bookstore, shooting the patron very suspicious eyes over her desk. customer is always right or not, she waits until the book on display is out of their grubby hands before continuing. “ that book isn’t to be touched. it’s older than you are—older than your great-grandparents, probably. is there something i can help you with ? ”

simone’s voice shouldn’t startle them, but it does. it had been a while since sasha had stopped in. since turning, sasha spent very little time in brooklyn altogether, let alone in durand books. seeing it all again was bringing back a rush of emotions. touching the book was like sending an electric charge into sasha’s chest. it is a connection to who they really are. or were. it all ends in a millisecond when simone’s voice comes out firmly, and meeting sasha head on. vampire hearing made it the lift in their own heart beat obvious. licking lips, sasha contemplates if they should have turned their feelings off altogether before coming here, but they knew it wasn’t what simone would want. ‘ hey - ’ is the greeting of guilt offered to simone. ‘ i - sorry. i couldn’t help myself. ’

#« sasha ╱ simone »

heartearn:

𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 had been terrifying in a lot of ways ( most of which abel’s still parsing through now ) — but there’s no denying its good parts. there’s no denying the instant camaraderie he’d been able to find just by being sired by minnie, and how crucial it’s been to keeping him sane in the last few weeks.

even if he doesn’t know sasha, or any of the others, as well as he knows the woman who’d turned him, it’s nice to be around someone who gets it. someone he doesn’t have to be scared of hurting, or scared of scaring. the ease shows in the way he laughs beside them, towering frame almost tipping to get a bit closer. “well, they’re boring for it —- why throw a party in the first place, you know what i mean?” their face takes on a faux indignance that’s almost comical - exaggerated and unusually expressive, at least for someone who’s only known abel in his most pensive, shadowed times. “i bet there are a dozen places in a half block radius with the music and the vibe — do you know if we’re doing anything after this?” of course, he knows the answer to that question - but it still feels fair to ask.

the youngest vampires large feelings come bubbling to the surface in a way that makes sasha do a double take. they look from their drink back up at the curly haired brunette whose dimples show, begging to be noticed.

sasha experiences waves of back and forth. on one hand, they didn’t want to get inbetween minnie and abel, letting minnie be the one to communicate plans and, well, everything. on another hand, sasha was of the mind that no one should have to go it alone, especially not post - human - life ending and immortal eternity beginning. still, he’d never asked sasha the plan before and she made a note of the difference, curious to see how things would continue to evolve. ‘ we are the party, abel. you can play this song in our more - than - half a block away radius. don’t forget it. ’

#« sasha ╱ abel »

heartearn:

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓; a buzz through the room as the music shifts from slow and classical to something more modern, more fun. it’s a minor change in the grand scheme of things ( no one’s transitioned to the dance floor despite their approval for the tunes ) but it’s enough to pry abel out of his heavy head to sway.

he has two drinks in tow; a glass of cabernet for himself and a cocktail, already sweating, for a currently M.I.A minnie. he’s been holding it, dutifully, because she’s bound to show up, but he imagines it’s naïve to think she hasn’t found herself her own drink – or two – by now. so, he’s started to sip it, accidentally first, absently now. it tastes surprisingly good mixed with the wine and gives him enough of an illusion of being tipsy that he’s loosening. relaxing. talkative. “i love this song,” he chimes to no one in particular, though the person closest ends up reacting enough to spur him on. “i can’t believe no one is dancing to it.” he knows, of course, he could remedy the problem if he wanted, but he’s content to use the two drinks as a scapegoat for as long as he can.

he isn’t that loose yet. // @duskstart

two vampires that rely on one small, blonde, chaotic firecracker of a being to c o m p l e t e their ensembles. the magnified admiration and adoration bestowed upon minnie by her creation is one that sasha does not entirely understand, if only for the reason that they had not, would not, could not, even fathom the idea of turning another being. they’d been reckless, of course. almost as reckless as minnie. but sasha draws the line at almost.

‘ it’s a good song, ’ sasha agrees, immediately wondering whether that was abel’s good - taste talking or if it was simply something abel adopted secondhand from minnie. it’s a rare occasion that abel and sasha have a moment alone together, and if they do it is neither filled with much nor lasts long. when it comes to one another’s worlds, they simply co-exist. a small laugh bubbles beneath sasha’s surface. ‘ hm. i think these people care more about tradition than good music, abel. ’

#« sasha ╱ abel »

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