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closed starter: for Valentine @littlexhawthorne where: outside City Hall

Natalia was on high alert ever since she woke up. Her father wasn't answering her calls, neither was Rowan, and her mother's necklace was missing -- the only thing she had of hers. She was tearing up the house to look for any other clue when she got the text from Valentine that confirmed Rowan was taken. Her heart sank knowing that this meant this was happening all over town.

[TEXT to Valentine]: I'm here I promise. Dad's missing. And my mom's necklace, I'm going to the city hall. Please be there.

She didn't wait for a response, instead just hoped that she'd see her there. As soon as Natalia arrived so many people were trying to talk to her, see where the mayor was to get some answers. She tried to reassure as much as she could but also letting them know she hadn't gotten ahold of him yet. Always trying to be the dutiful daughter so no one could see how upset she was, even in this crisis. But the moment she saw that bright red hair Natalia's eyes immediately filled up with tears. "Valentine!" She screamed as she ran forward.

Natalia immediately pulled her into a crippling hug, not bothering to stop the tears from falling. "I tried calling Rowan but he wasn't answering and neither was dad. Why would someone take them?" She was unravelling in front of one of the people she trust most. She always thought Val had all the answers, after all hadn't she always taken care of Nat? "I just got this cryptic riddle written in blood and I don't know why the fuck it needs to know snow." Because on her way over she went over the riddle again and again obsessively like everyone's life depended on it. It was the only answer that she thought made sense but she didn't know why it was there to begin with.

#blacksheepfms #valentine x natalia #//I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ALREADY!!!!!

The transmission came through the car's speakers as she sped through town, past structures, residences, and individuals, all fluttering by in a blur. She'd had her sights set on somewhere else, but it didn't take a brainiac to comprehend that in this moment, her little cousin required her. With a sharp arch, the wheels screeched painfully against the damp asphalt, her full attention diverting towards Natalia. Valentine knew he'd be frightened. Scared. Lost. But now wasn't the time for them to lose their heads. They would have to keep their wits about them if they had any chance of finding their loved ones.

The huntress had spotted the girl the moment she pulled up, jumping out of the vehicle to meet her halfway. "Hey there, little duck." Her tone is gentle, soothing. A style she only uses when Natalia is near. Resting her chin on her head, her arms wrap around the other, palms rubbing her back in a calming motion. "Whoa, take a breath." Pulling back, Valentine offers up one of her sly, foxish grins, in hopes it'll help ground Natalia. "Look… I know that this whole thing is beyond frightening." Her voice is level, collected. "But you have to keep your head in the game." A delicate finger lifts to find the younger girl's temple. "We've got to be a team.. Alright?" Pulling her into another hug, she allows them both a juncture of comfort before parting.

"Wait, you said your clue was snow?" Chocolate hues scan the chaotic scene. "W-What search group are you supposed to be in?"

at the sound of the voice, he stops in his tracks, his palms held out to his sides. searching through the mines has been a bit of a bust so far, which he should have recognized with the lack of a recent scent in the place. but the voice and the delicious scent invading his nostrils now are quite familiar. perhaps a small source of comfort in how homicidal he's been feeling since he woke up. ❝ i take it you weren't interested in playing well with others today either? ❞

there's a smile on his face as he takes a few more steps toward the entryway to be more than a looming shadow in the dark for her. ❝ are you sure about that? i didn't really dress to impress today, given i woke up in a room soaked in blood this morning. ❞ he teases. maybe a small part of him is open to making a tiny bit of time for flirtatious banter. otherwise, how are they both going to make it through today. ❝ you have someone missing? i've heard people are missing... not just objects. ❞

#peaceworn #;;valentine x roland

"Not particularly, no." She breathes, slipping the weapon along her shoulder, returning the arrow to its sheaf. With delicate steps, she turns her attention away from the dwelling mines and focuses her engagement on the creature of the night before her. A copper brow quirks, head cocking to the side in a feline look of wonder. "And yet, you somehow still look rather appealing-" With a pause, the huntress gives him a shameless once over, before continuing. "-blood? Hmm, any idea whose it was?"

The earth crunches under the weight of her boots, the cool night air brushing against her flushed cheeks. "You aren't the only one to have found a room covered in crimson…" Sadly, she knew exactly who that blood belonged to. Her brother. With one final step, Valentine pauses just out of reach. "Hmm, lucky me, I got a two-for-one deal." A delicate hand lifts to grip at the hollow of her neck, where the pendant her great-grandmother had left behind usually sat. "So I have to assume there was something meaningful that was looted from you?"

Location: The Mines For: @peaceworn

"STOP!" Pivoting on the toes of her heels, Valentine immediately readied her bow after the faintest suggestion of footsteps snared her attention. She'd been at the entrance of the mines, peering into the decpit darkness of the abandoned entryway. She wasn't certain what had brought her to this specific location; possibly it was instinct, or it had to do with the fact that it seemed as if the rest of Westray was already under search. "Well... Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" An impish grin tugs at the corner of perfectly stained petals. "I'd say I missed you, but we have a bit more on our plates at the moment, don't we?" Slowly, she lowers her weapon, tilting her head. "I'll help you find yours, if you help me find mine..."

#;;valentine x roland #peaceworn #//hope this is okay!

While most of the Hawthorne family is safe and stuck in a deep sleep in their beloved home, one family member isn’t. Their housekeeping maid arrives to a disaster in Rowan’s room. The bedsheets are torn, as if claws have ripped them apart, blood is splattered onto the floor and onto Rowan’s treasured mirror. The windows are open, but there is no trace of someone breaking in, which issues the question: Does the monster come from within, and was there even one? Is Rowan himself the cause of this mess?

Alongside the missing family member, Valentine’s ruby pendant has disappeared from it’s usual place, but it remains the only missing object in the whole entire house, to be discovered after the maid wakes them with terrified screams.

Written in Rowan’s blood, on the entrance hall’s ground, is the following riddle:

“I have forests, but no trees. I have rivers, but no water. I have hills, but no ground. What am I?”

valentine hawthorne, welcome to the hide & seek! who are you playing with? well, wouldn’t you like to know. your character is missing one family member and one object sacred to them. they can choose to search for either, but the other may get lost in return. (but who knows, maybe they’ll find their way back home on their own). the hawthornes have issued a private search group, search group number 8, in which your character can take part.

please post your character’s reaction to this small plot drop, which can be as short as one paragraph, or as long as you want. you can make two choices for your character: what are they looking for first? can they solve their riddle or not? please include these choices in your reaction response.

“Just go! Begin the search!” Her voice lacks its typical musical charisma. Instead, the tiny Huntress burst past her parents and others summoned to initiate their grand inquisition. “I can take care of myself.” Hadn’t she proved that time and time again? “I’ll focus on the enigma. Go.” The demand isn’t laced with her standard bratty tone. Rather, it holds strength and leaves no room for argument. Without another word, Valentine storms from the living area, clambering the spiraling staircase, with sights set on their hidden war room.

Behind a bookcase in the office, a panic room the size of a trailer lay concealed. Bright lights, rows of weapons, wardrobes of garments. Any and everything a Hunter could desire. With swift ease, she removes her crimson freckled night gown, scrapping it to the sleek metal ground before pulling on a skintight leather top, a high-low skirt, and knee-high boots. Fingers attached a holster around her thighs, one sporting a ruby-encrusted pistol, the other shimmering with silver blades.

Exiting the chamber, she finds her way back to her suite. Digits make brisk work of splitting strawberry locks into braids. Instinctively, she reaches for her grandmother’s pendant, only to recall that her brother hadn’t been the only essential item to go absent. With a pause, her mind flashes to Rowan. The last time they’d spoken… It couldn’t have been the last… She wouldn’t allow it.

Snatching her phone off the nightstand, manacured talons skim across the screen. [TEXT to Natalia]: SOS. Are you safe? You have five minutes to reply. Rowan has been taken.

Rushing back to the office, shifty eyes begin scanning the shelves. “I have forests, but no trees. I have rivers, but no water. I have hills, but no ground. What am I?” “I have forests, but no trees. I have rivers, but no water. I have hills, but no ground. What am I?” “I have forests, but no trees. I have rivers, but no water. I have hills, but no ground. What am I?”

The riddle recites in her head like a haunting spell, teasing, taunting her. “What the hell are you… A photo…” Ivory sinks into the tender flesh of her lesser petal as she yanks several books to the ground. Kneeling, she thumbs them open, flickering through photos, creature guides, journals from Hawthorne’s past.

“I have forests, but no trees. I have rivers, but no water. I have hills, but no ground. What am I?”

“A postcard? Jumping up from her perch, she scampers to her father’s desk, forcing drawer after drawer open in search of the family’s travel book. But as parents and documents flutter around the room, she gives pause. “Wait… I have forests.. but no trees…” Her fingers trace along the sheet. “I have rivers, but no water… I have hills, but no ground.” Yanking it up, the vixen lets out a weak chuckle. “It’s a damn map.” Folding the article, she stuffs it into the safety of her pocket before darting out of the room, heading down the stairs, working on another text. [TEXT to Marlowe]: Where are you? Tell me you’re safe? Stay where you are. Rowan is missing, and I don’t want you getting caught up in whatever is going on.

Bursting free from the manner, the redhead wastes little time in jumping into one of the family Range Rovers, allowing the engine to roar to life. Snapping it into gear, she slams her heel on the gas before jolting to a halt. Glancing at her phone once more, she sends one final text before speeding away. [TEXT to Roland]: Thinking about you in a time of peril. Stay alive. Feat: @blacksheepfms & @peaceworn

#wr.event #;;ValentinexSolo #FEAT;#blacksheepfms #peaceworn

Location: Sixth Sense Closed For: @alejimenezz

The scent of perspiration, copper, and inexpensive beer clung to the air like desperation. Valentine had always adored places like this, clamorous, brutal, unflinching. And there she was, heels clicking sweetly against concrete as she wove through the crowd like smoke swirling around a flame. Her twinkling gaze found him effortlessly. They always did.

Alejandro stood in the center of the cage, jaw set, knuckles bloodied, chest rising with the kind of rhythm that used to lull her to sleep against him when she allowed it. She waited until the match ended. Until the noise dimmed just enough and the crowd started peeling away like the aftermath of a windstorm. Cittering and chattering, awaiting their next gladiator's performance.

That's when she made her attack. Valentine didn’t announce herself; she never had to. Just appeared in his periphery in a backless black dress, glitter on her collarbone, and that same unreadable expression tucked behind a wicked little simper.

"Still good at leaving your face out of it-" She purrs, orbs dragging down the fresh bruises on his ribs. "-didn’t expect you’d still be doing this. Thought you would’ve found something gentler by now." The atmosphere around them is viscous, tacky, and warm like molasses. "I wasn’t certain you’d let me get this close again. But here I am." A small shrug, false casual. “So go on. Hit me with whatever you’ve been saving.” The redhead vixen braves a step closer. “Or don’t."

#alejimenezz #valentine x alejandro

he's convinced he has the intricate road map of arteries and veins of the human body better memorized than any doctor or surgeon... at least the ones of importance to him. there were general vampire favorites, sure, but roland used to pride himself in truly exploring his prey. the neglected and lonely wives of rich cheating assholes were usually rather receptive to anything roland suggested to them.

intimate knowledge of which ones cause a deadly spew of blood that he savored in moments of distress, either for an effortless kill or a fountain to help with his healing factor. in this moment, the ones that are more important are the ones that seem to drive humans wild. what he's about to do is risky and he needs extra assurance that the young huntress won't let her family oath overtake the obvious connection they have.

after all, he's going to be in town a while and after this small taste he can't imagine dredging through the days without it... without her, though his mind knows better than to signal such a thing.

his hands pull down the skirt of her ensemble, the taut fabric dragging against her skin. he's agile, back on his feet as he drinks in every tantalizing inch of newly exposed skin. the move also serves as a tease, a small test to see how wrapped up in him she's become. the heap of yellow fabric now gathered in his hands is placed delicately on the bench behind where she's lay before him.

gentle fingertips trail up the length of her calves before digging into her knee just hard enough to hook it around him as he settles between her legs. careful attention to keep his weight off of her, he's grinning at the answer to his question as he leans back in. ❝ never been one to back down from a dare.❞ his lips capture hers in another searing kiss. never wanting to keep a beautiful woman waiting for too long, he trails a few kisses along her jawline and down her neck before a fang pierces skin at the side of her neck.meanwhile his hand clasped around the soft skin of the back of her knee now trails along the curve of her inner thigh.

#peaceworn #;;valentine x roland #nsfw #usfw #tw feeding #//this is sooo much babble. Forgive me.

Valentine should’ve noticed sooner. The way he moved, far too satiny, overly assured. The twinkle in his eyes that never dimmed, not even in the murky light. The way her blood felt as if it was rushing toward him, begging for contact before he ever laid a hand on her. But now? There’s no mistaking it.

The sting is alacritous, shocking, and maddeningly exquisite. Her breath hitches as his fang pierces her flesh, and for a moment, everything inside her kinks taut, astonishment, fervor, apprehension, hunger, all colliding at once. But what truly consumes every inch of her body is arousal. Desire dances in her veins, longing and yearning fueling her actions.

He’s a vampire. Valentine has spent a lifetime trained to fear them. Hunt them. Slay them, if necessary. She’s heard the tales, grotesques with blood-stained maws and blackened hearts. Soulless beings. But there is nothing monstrous in the way he caresses her. There is reverence in it. Worship. A perilous, aching appetite that has her body arching into his without thought. Her pulse hammers against his lips. Not from panic, but anticipation.

May the Gods help her; She’s never felt so alive.

Every brush of his mouth along her skin is white-hot pleasure and peril colliding until she can’t tell which is which anymore. Her hands find his shoulders, clutching tightly, not to propel him away but to anchor herself in the torrent of sensation. Hips proceed in greedy, desperate movements.

Val doesn't allow feeders to drink from her neck. Only the wrists. But Roland? The way his mouth had savoured her skin. Treated her with respect and fervency. She prayed to the mighty heavens above for him to drink from her. Her family would be disgusted with her blasphemous actions. Not only was she moments away from bedding a vampire, but she was also all too willing to let him consume her. He could kill her. Drain her… and yet, her fingers meticulously go to work on removing his dress shirt, digits gliding across his chiseled abdomen.

She should shove him off. She should draw her weapon. She should care. Instead, her lips part on a quivering breath as she whispers, “Don’t stop.” Not yet. Not when she’s burning. Not when being devoured has never felt so divine.

the thoughtful package has her feeling even worse about her current circumstances. she knows @littlexhawthorne doesn't forgive easily. marlowe's still reeling from some of the things said between them and more secrets still hang like daggers waiting to pierce them both in the chest again -- but she needs her best friend. since life's swept her up in it's vice like claws once more. she's not sure how much more tragedy and harsh realizations of reality she can handle. if val can forgive her for her latest transgression.. that is.

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 6:53 PM 📲 cherry bomb 💋💥 ] thanks for the gifts. i miss you. can we meet at the setting sun tomorrow after work? we need to talk.

#peaceworn #;;valentine x marlowe #;;CallMeBeepMe: TEXT

How many times had she regurgitated every word of Marlowe's message? Far too many to be considered appropriate. Despite how things had last ended between them, Valentine knew if there was any hope of saving their friendship, Marlowe deserved a genuine apology. Not a handful of luxurious offerings, as if they'd somehow magically revoke every cruel remark that had plunged past her lips like venom.

[ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 7:10 PM 📲 Crumpet🥐] I hope they are to your liking. I miss you too. [ 𝒔𝒎𝒔 7:10 PM 📲 Crumpet🥐] Of course, I'll be there. I agree... There is quite a bit we have to discuss.

The idea that Maia was not an everlasting impression on Liam was enough to make her see red. How could she not? She felt like she was slapped in the face and Maia tried to turn off any emotion that was bubbling up in her. No one needed to know how upset she was by it. No one needed to know that it was clear just how much Liam has stuck with her over the years. She loved him and there was a time he loved her back, or so she thought.

She was almost enjoying the back and forth once she saw how much of a sore spot Rowan was. Maia thought that maybe she could use this as leverage if need be. But right now it was fun to just get back at her even just a fraction. "Ehh we'll see." She said with a shrug before gladly following Valentine, interested to see how horrible this was going to turn out for the red head.

She looked at the conference room, not having been in this part of the casino before and was curious just how much Alexander didn't show her yet. Maia laughed. "Alright deal. How about I let you make the first move then, I'm feeling generous." And downright cocky. Maia thought that if she did the first move it would be over before it even started, at least this way it could be fun for a bit.

#blacksheepfms #valentine x maia #//FightFIGHTfight #I tried to leave it as open as possible so you can decide if she gets hit or not!#tw violence

Valentine relished the thought of being underestimated and emerging as a valueless, tragic ornament. From her faultless cherry waves to the rounded toes of her red-bottoms, everything about the huntress was disarming. And that's precisely how she preferred it. Was she as muscular or as powerful as her older brothers or father? Not quite. But she was quick, agile, and her unsuspecting demeanor commonly took others by stupefaction

"Awe," With a coy tilt of the head, the redheaded vixen slips back against the closing door. "That's so kind of you." Before the words have completely escaped her lips, her ring-clad left fist aims for Maia's throat, her right coming down with immense force towards her right cheekbone. Shoving herself off her perch against the door, her shoulder takes the lead, striving to take the other girl down to the shiny, marbled floor.

dailygingerheads

MADELAINE PETSCH. photographed by Royal Gilbert.

#;;myface #;;valentinehawthorne #nsfwish??

The more the other talked about Liam, the more Maia wanted to fight her. She knew she didn't have any right to get jealous about him but she had no claim anymore. They had broken each other's hearts and he made it clear that there was no love for Maia in a long time, she was out and apparently he got a younger more alive red headed version. She white knuckled her glass, looking into it so she didn't have to look at the other. "Yep he sure is." Maia said curtly.

Maia rolled her eyes trying to quiet the increasingly rising anger in her as she named another fucking name. "Nope still not me." She shook her head and threw back everything in her drink. Maia was about to order another right away when her name was coming out of the other.

Now this was getting interesting.

She turned towards Valentine and looked her up and down. "Look I've upset a lot of people. Boys especially. You're going to have to narrow it down who this Rowan is." Now it was her turn to play dumb. Of course she immediately recognized the name but if this girl wanted to play with fire then fire she will give. Maia gave the familiar bartender a nod and slid some money over before standing up. "By all means lead the way then." She started walking behind her, interested to see just how this will go.

#blacksheepfms #valentine x maia #//this reply is trash #forgive me

Valentine was swiftly growing unamused by their little game. She'd had her fun, clearly gotten under the other girl's flesh, allowing her face, smile, and beauty to linger like the ache of a shattered bone that would never quite heal correctly. She'd done her bidding for Liam, gone far above and beyond. He'd have to deal with the fact that it was time for her to indulge and take care of a small family-centered issue. "Well, we can't all create an everlasting impression, can we?" She knew it was the contrary when it came to her and her former partner, but she wouldn't be Valentine if she didn't slip in one last dig.

A forced laugh escapes, the sound bitter, almost irritated. "Cute, well, I'll make certain you remember after this." Most wouldn't brave offering up their back to their opponent, and in most cases, nor would the huntress, but she was prepared for whatever the vampire might have in store. Not to mention, the space was filled with unsuspecting bystanders, whom the human hoped would remain oblivious to what was about to unfold between the two females. Leading them down a corridor, the redhead pauses at the door to an extravagant conference room, kicking it open with the point of her heel.

"Don't go easy on me." She purrs, slipping into the room. "Because I sure as hell don't plan to."

❝ misfortune? there's no way you believe that. ❞ he's not sure that he does even with the newfound information from the evening. common sense says that he should believe it. there's no denying that time with her is electrifying. it could lead to his downfall when she finds out the truth about him and that their mutual attraction may be bordering on cliche with the star-crossed element. but he doesn't care about any of that tonight. not when her warm body is pressed against his and the dull ache in his head is finally overshadowed.

forget about sparks, what they have between them is a full blaze. the mewl of approval before their lips finally meet leaves him wanting more. intrigue blossoms into determination almost immediately. they are far enough away from the party goers to explore how many pleasing sounds he can draw from her.

he won't deny that he's always enjoyed playing with his meals beforehand. even when he was with imani, their hunts for blood were a lot more intimate than one might assume. however, passion and sexuality were all but gone from his life after her. his arousal is evident, pressed between them and aching as she matches the increasing fervor in their kisses. the hand once at the back of her head now trails down her neck, his thumb brushing over the pulse point of her carotid.

when she forces a little bit of space between them once again, his eyes open, a hint of disappointment gleaming in his dark eyes at the small loss that feels damn near cataclysmic in this moment. without more than a moments pause, one hand finds purchase on her back while the other swoops under her ass to hoist her up. the artful yellow fabric so perfectly sculpted to her form revered mere moments ago is now cursed in his mind. a pesky barrier between them.

a few steps forward as his lips trail down her neck. his tongue swiping over the forbidden pulse point. then he's laying her gently on the cushioned seating, his frame hovering above her as his thumbs brush under the waistband of the fabric. ❝ how brave are you feeling tonight? ❞

#peaceworn #valentine x roland #nsfw #usfw

It’s absurd, truthfully, the way her body responds to him like it was created solely to fall apart beneath his rough palms. The way a single graze of his thumb against her throat sends heat coiling low in her abdomen. It’s reckless. Dangerous. And absolutely fucking delicious. Her breath hitches as he lifts her, the surprise quickly melting into arousal when her back hits the cloth settee and he leans over her as if some ancient Adonis of ruin. Her thighs shift underneath the cling of her dress, anticipation twisting her nerves taut and glittering. There’s no coyness now, no pretense. Merely desire, scalding and unfiltered, burning beneath her flesh like magma.

Her gaze drinks him in, as his thumbs tease at the fabric. She exhales a shaky breath, lips parted, pupils blown wide under gold lashes. As one hand shifts under her body to masterfully fiddle with the clasp of her dress, every inch of her longing to feel his flesh against her own. “How brave?” Valentine echoes, voice husky with need as her free hand slips up to claw at the back of his neck. Her mouth lifts in something dark. Intimate, an angelic sound of approval rattles in her chest as his tongue glides along her neck, forcing her pulse to spike.

“Try me.” The redhead challenges, ignoring any thought that didn't concern the man hovering over her. "I dare you, Roland." She says his name in his ear as if it's a sin. A demand.

faeriddled

She was a cruel opponent; he would never want someone who was as sharp-minded as her for an enemy; therefore, he tried to keep her close in any way he could. There was always a bark, he could fill it hidden between her red-stained lips, but never a bark, hidden behind a title of a hunter, and he was certain he could easily play in her own game if he wished. Yet, he would not do it now. Instead, he served her a drink. “ It is only fair…” he whispered gently. there were only a few people special enough to be invited to his house; she was one of them. He sat before her, crossing his legs, a drink in his own hand and yet he preferred to drink her in before he could indulge in the intoxication. “ After all, our little date was ruined and a bet is a bet. You still owe me a date, don’t you think?” Closed starter for: @littlexhawthorne

#faeriddled #valentine x finn #//thank you for this boo!

“Ruined?” The redhead echoes, tilting her head ever so slightly. “Oh, Finn, that’s such a drastic word. I’d say the night simply… shifted direction.” Which was certainly an understatement. Her lips curve as she takes a careful sip, the wine kissing her mouth sweetly. Of course, she owes him. And of course, he’s going to collect. But that doesn’t mean she’s surrendering anything without a bit of fun first.

"Pity… I'd say you've lost that opportunity, my friend." Her tone is painfully taunting. "Plus, it was all for charity, and my duty is done." She cooes, curling her legs underneath her.

"Yeah that's how it always is with him." She said coldly knowing there was a time where she felt the same way, not caring about anyone else but the love she actually had for him. Maia didn't want to acknowledge how much that feeling was still there in this instant, like two sides of the same coin. But of course it was still there or else she wouldn't care so much about him with someone else like she has been.

Maia tried not to show too interested at the thought of Liam talking about her. Not even realizing that if he did talk about her it would be far from flattering. But her excitement immediately turned into anger at the mention of another name. "No! Who the fuck is Jackie?" Her mind immediately went to a plan to figure out when to go down to the hardware store to catch a glimpse of this person. Maia drank more of her drink, trying not to acknowledge just how much this all was upsetting her and failing.

"I guess it does depend." Maia hummed because she wouldn't consider the other brave. She looked her over again and hated how pretty she was. If it was any other circumstance Maia knew she would try to be flirting with her but as it was she an unknowingly petty enemy to her. Maia tried not to roll her eyes. "Well I hope you can keep up with the place. Would hate to see you get hurt." Which Maia couldn't decide if it was a threat or not, if she was important to Liam then she truly didn't want her to get hurt and therefor hurting Liam in the process.

#blacksheepfms #valentine x maia #//she said; annnnnd im done #xP

Valentine could feel the heat around them rising, the steam of a volcano warning the village before lava detonated, taking out everything in its path. Not only was the redhead Huntress amused to be having such a visceral effect on the female, she had been planning something deeper than just a rouse of jealousy. Maia, for some unknown reason to Val, had decided to have a violent moment with her brother. And that simply wouldn't do. And she was going to make certain that the vampire wouldn't foolishly stumble into that blunder again. The Hawthornes were off the table. "Such a hands-on guy, huh?"

"Oops…" A glimpse of faux innocence flutters across flawless features, ivory nipping down into the tender flesh of her lesser lip. "My mistake… It is, Ashley, correct?" Copper brows furrow as fraudulent concern clouds her mocha hues. Gah, she's far too easy. Reaching for her glass, she carefully lifts it to strawberry-stained lips, tilting it back to slowly empty the tumbler of all its contents. Instantly, she leans in, narrowing her gaze as if another person had slipped in and taken control.

"Look, Maia." She spits her name as if it tastes foul, coating her tongue in disgust. "You don't have to worry about me. I know damn well how to handle myself." Her body shifts towards her, no trace of the girl who'd idiotically been playing coy. "My brother, Rowan, taught me a thing or two." With a pause, she slips a hand into her diamond-studded clutch and pulls out a Ben Frankie, pressing it onto the bartop as she glides off her stool. "I'd love to give you a taste of what I can do." It was a threat. A challenge.

nooowestayandgetcaught

#;;musings

Maia immediately rolled her eyes, already finding the red head insufferable. Luckily the bartender dropped a drink in front of her just then and Maia jumped at the chance to quickly drink some of it. To truly wrap her head around seeing her again.

"I know enough about you thank you." Maia mumbled before putting her drink down. "I saw you at the party with Liam. Funny, he's never mentioned you though." She said as if she frequently talked to him and still held a spot in his life. Neither of which was true, at least Maia thought.

Maia tried not to roll her eyes as soon as she heard she works there now. Great. Just great. The only place she frequently went to outside of her own work was now tainted with her presence. "And why would you want to hang around with a bunch of vampires. One smell and I can tell you aren't one of us. You're either brave or stupid."