— EXSANGUIS.

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adriianvl‌:

     “ hell it’s not. ” adrian threw his hands up in frustration, eyebrows furrowed as he looked at his sire. clearly, auden couldn’t see why it mattered so much, and it didn’t help how mad adrian was about the incident. a warlock could just march through the hotel, up to the restricted area and from what he had been told, she had stayed around for a while as well. the only reason that the other vampires hadn’t immediately reacted was that they thought she was a guest, so adrian still demanded to know, arms crossing as he kept looking at auden with a raised brow now. 

“the warlock’s name is aveline.” auden finally offered adrian a shred of the information he sought. his ring still felt cold even though he’d been absentmindedly twisting around his finger for a while now, but of course it did. he’s a corpse, unable to radiate warmth as the living do. “she is my wife. as such, i would appreciate if you refrained from declaring her an enemy of our people.” auden holds more pull with adrian than anybody, but what the clan will do is still their leader’s call.

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adriianvl‌:

     “ personal matter. ” adrian repeated, looking as though he was having a hard time believing what he had just heard. “ – in the clan headquarters. up here at the restricted area that only a few can enter. ” he kept on, giving a small nod of his head, looking like he was calculating it all in his head before he focused again, eyebrows raised slightly. “ not to your friend, i see, but at least explain to your leader so we know what we are dealing with. ”

perhaps he should just tell adrian the whole story. “this is not a matter with which the clan need concern itself,” auden posited regardless only to immediately pull a face. his words were nowhere near convincing enough to placate the other vampire. “it was...personal,” he sighed and grasped distractedly at the ring on his finger, “mo bhean chéile, mo fhadhb.” aveline’s language is still fresh in mind, words forming easily on his lips despite how they press into an unhappy line.

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sxrenssong‌:

The sick feeling of guilt in her stomach only got worse when he finally spoke, what would usually be a sigh of relief to hear his voice after so long was caught behind knowing she was partly responsible for so many of their friends being hurt, and it was barely just beginning. “Don’t.” She mumbled, looking around before grabbing a bottle of bourbon and two glasses, pouring them both a large drink, “You may as well get it all out there.” A raise of the brow before passing his glass across, waiting for him once more, “There’s no point in pretending you care what happened anywhere other than this town while I was gone, so tell me, how bad is it?”

auden does not tend to indulge in any alcoholic beverages aside from the occasional glass of red wine, but he allows katerina to busy herself with pouring him a helping of whiskey anyway. “how bad do you think it is?” he challenged, accepting the glass she offered him with a small frown, “leonard wallace has overthrown the institute and taken the power away from anyone who might have posed a threat to his new regime.” while auden doesn’t like what the shadowhunter has done, he’s more concerned for the person standing in front of him. “he appears to have set himself up as a king...” the vampire swirled his drink around in the glass rather than taking a sip, fingers tapping pensively along the cool outer surface. “...meaning that it’s only a matter of time until he winds up with his head cut off.” and those close to him suffer for his mistakes.

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sxrenssong‌:

She had been waiting for this exact moment, for the man she called her brother to find his way to her, because if there was anyone in this town she trusted without question, it was Auden. A tiny smile from Kat was sent back, before tilting her head toward the back room, hoping perhaps that he could fill her in, give her the details that were missing in her mind of recent events, and more importantly whether they would end up on opposite sides of this after everything they had gone through. She felt guilty, head falling to let dark hair cover her eyes as the realization that she had left at possibly one of the most important times in their lives hit her. It was supposed to be for the better, so that nobody she loved could be hurt by her past actions and those soon to come, but she didn’t factor in that her silence might have been the thing that hurt them all most.

auden followed katerina into the sepulchre’s back room — a much quieter place than the main floor even now with so many downworlders reluctant to leave their homes or wherever it is that they feel safest. “i must say,” the vampire finally began, “you chose a rather interesting time to take your leave.” inconvenient probably might have been a more fitting word, but considering all that’s happened with leonard, auden was glad for katerina’s absence. at least she wasn’t here when it started — things would surely look even worse for her than they already do if she had stuck around. “did you take photographs?” like either of them could really stand to talk about pictures right now.  

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cxcalibur‌:

      he’s not much of an optimist, that much is evident. up until this point aspen hadn’t considered herself much of one either. but she is strangely resolute, convinced, that the clan will be alright. adrian is a good leader and he has friends beside him; they can weather this storm. “i grew up on these streets. a little supernatural war isn’t going to get in my way.” the shadowhunter snorts, shrugging dismissively. perhaps its bravado, or idiocy, but she trusts that she can keep herself safe in wilshire and get them what they need. lips part to speak again, another throw away comment about her endurance, when she sees the color practically drain from his face. a hand flies to her mouth, scarcely holding back the laugh that bubbles from it. “damn, i wish i’d got that on film.” aspen grins. “i’m joking. well, sort of. i mean i wouldn’t just offer up my jugular. but i could give blood donations.”

auden supposes he ought to appreciate her optimism. many believe that a positive outlook like hers is the first step to succeeding in all things, but auden is over five hundred years old. he prefers to be realistic over anything else. “it would be a risk,” auden points out with a sigh, although he doesn’t expect such an argument will deter the shadowhunter even in the slightest. now that she has an idea, she seems determined to follow it through. he attempts to answer her enthusiasm with a smile, but as usual he can’t keep the expression for long. “film,” auden nodded as if he understood, “er...i don’t think adrian would approve, although if we’re running out of food then i suppose the clan leader would have no business being picky,” he allowed, still very obviously put off by the idea. 

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@sxrenssong

the air is uncomfortably warm and stale, but otherwise katerina’s bar is in impeccable condition. of course, he expected nothing less from her. auden stood at the counter and smiled nervously when he caught her attention, waving politely in greeting. he isn’t sure what she knows — about leonard, about adrian, about himself — and so there’s no telling how she’ll react to his presence. 

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avelinearkwright‌:

     auden was a vampire, it already meant that his skin was paler than normal but she could have sworn that she saw his go a shade whiter, his dark hair contrasting against his skin. a contrast she had once found attractive, maybe a small part of her did. she watched as the flames sputtered in place nearest to his arm. she let the flame stay here for a moment, let it lick over the surface it had clung to. she was sure it would have a burned mark on it and she didn’t care who was upset about it. she tilted her head at his attempt at what sounded like the beginning of small talk. “could use a little storm. the skies all dark and cloudy, maybe a little lightning too.” she shrugged in response, surely he remembered her greater affinity for lightning than fire, and her fire was potent but her lightning was worse. his eyes are avoiding her, looking down at the ground, looking in every other direction but not toward her, not up to her face or even higher than her feet. it makes her huff out an annoyed chuckle that is more of just a sound of air coming from her nose. a hole stirs in her heart when she hears her mother tongue from his lips, she doesn’t speak irish gaelic much anymore, but she’s never forgotten the language. “cén fáth go dtiocfadh leat nuair a d'fhág tú san oíche cosúil le géar?” her fingers curl, flames forming in her hand and she lobes it his feet, forcing him to look p at her.

he’s loved her for five centuries — she might not believe it, but he has — and so her casual tone doesn’t fool him. “southern california is always in need of rain.” despite his seemingly acquiescent words, auden’s lips twisted into a small frown. handfuls of fire are certainly impressive and deadly, but aveline’s skills with lightning are in an entirely different class. she could set him aflame where he stands and yet he remains unscathed by even the smallest wisps of fire. surely there’s a reason? he instinctively stumbled backward as flames burned through the carpet, danced precariously over the fronts of his shoes. “agus an bhfuil tú ag teacht anseo ag cuardach míniú? nó an bhfuil sé ina bhfeiceann tú?” one more step backward and he’d land on the coffee table, probably break it into pieces and spill his glass of blood all over the floor. he shuffled forward in order to avoid such a disaster, this time stopping only a mere foot or two from the warlock. “aveline.” auden murmured her name gently, his dark gaze soft and encouraging. she could threaten lightning and lob fire at him all night. he wouldn’t stop her, but he also doubts it’s the real reason why she’s suddenly appeared on his doorstep. “this city isn’t safe.”

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cxcalibur‌:

       she’s not certain whether it’s her presence or just his personality that makes him uncomfortable. either way, something clearly unsettles him and aspen finds herself resolving to eradicate that. to somehow put a smile on the vampire’s lips. “well i can do supply runs.” the brunette shrugs, placing her hands on her hips. as much as she’d said she’d remain at the hotel; she’s also in the best position to get them what they need undetected. “and-” a thought occurs. “i guess in an emergency…” she holds up a hand, waving her wrist, with a sheepish grin on her lips. “a guy did once tell me i was a snacc.”

auden hums thoughtfully at the shadowhunter’s offer, seemingly unconvinced. he knows adrian wouldn’t like it, but that isn’t the only problem. “if the streets are navigable by the time that such an undertaking would be necessary,” corrects the vampire with a grim twist of his mouth. even then, it would be unwise of the clan to rely solely on supply runs alone for their sustenance. he’s about to point this out when the shadowhunter suggests...auden visibly blanches, gawking for a long moment before he finally shakes his head. “oh...oh, no...we wouldn’t...i couldn’t, i don’t — i don’t drink from...nor do some others as we are incapa — are you joking?” he wonders belatedly, clamping his mouth shut as if afraid of stammering any further.

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     “ auden ! ” his voice echoing in the hall leading to his study placed on the topmost floor of the hotel, adrian marched through the door with a worried and angry look on his face, gaze quickly going around the room until he found the vampire he was looking for. despite the hurry in his behavior, he took a moment to study his sire, making sure he was alright. “ what is that warlock incident i hear about ? ”

hearing adrian stomping through the hotel corridors long before he appeared in the doorway, auden closed his book with a sigh and lifted his head as the other vampire walked in. warlock incident. is that what adrian’s vampires are calling it? auden glanced at the sleeve of his sweater, blackened and charred from the handfuls of fire aveline lobbed at him. “a personal matter,” he explained, frowning apologetically.

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avelinearkwright‌:

     since arriving in los angeles, aveline had learned much about the hotel dumort. the place could have been a beautiful hotel for the public but instead it was a home for the vampire denizens of los angeles. the most numerous and powerful clan in the city and when she had done a simple tracking spell once inside the city, she knew he was there. there had been two vampires standing guard outside the inside main doors of the place and they hadn’t been intent on letting her through, but when her fingers twitched and one felt a tightening around his throat she had been allowed in without question. aveline had asked the other where he was and she had ascended to the top of the hotel immediately. it’s been so long since, so many years, so many centuries since he had left and she can’t believe it’s happening now. that now she had decided to seek him out. she stepped through corridors until she found herself at the room they had told her, the leader’s private quarters. something leaps in her chest as her eyes fall upon him, sitting there reading a book. it flashes a memory in her eyes for a moment but the sentiment of it only sparks anger. she doesn’t think she acts, a fireball curls into her fingers aiming for the small side table beside, landing just shy of his arm. “evening, auden.” she chimes back.

he lowered the book as his pale face somehow seemed to grow even more ashen, shuddered breath falling through slightly parted lips. situated beside the chair on which he’s seated is a small side table he almost placed his glass of blood upon, only recoiling at the last second before searing flames could catch on the sleeves of his sweater. his reaction was perhaps unnervingly subdued considering the situation. he hardly even flinched, shying away from the flame with wide eyes but quickly regaining his composure and turning to place his glass on the coffee table in front of him instead. “a lovely night.” his tone gives away a bit more, the attempt at sarcasm dampened by an inexplicably dry throat. his dark eyes flicker downward and a bit more of the aggravating calmness falls away. he can’t look at her. how could he? grasping nervously at his kneecaps for a moment, the vampire finally released them as he decided to stand, careful footsteps slowly carrying him closer. he finally stopped about three feet away from her, stare fixed stubbornly on the floor, their feet, on anything but her eyes. “ní chreid mé riamh go bhfeicfeáim tú arís.” 

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cxcalibur‌:

     she’s agreed to help, agreed to stay safe inside the hotel and do what she can to keep things in order. adrian needs this. and further still, she could use the distraction. heading into the kitchen, she lingers in the doorway at the sight of a familiar vampire. she’s not had much of a chance to get to know auden - his joining of the clan having only been a recent turn of events. but adrian trusted him and she trusted adrian’s judgement. “nah, i’m more of a b positive kind of gal.” she jokes half-heartedly in response to the bags of o-neg in front of him. moving closer, she eyes the mess. “need a hand ??”

his brows lift at the offer. “that’s...that’s kind of you. i’m just, um...” he raises a hand to his chin and scratches thoughtfully, lips twisting into a small frown. “...organizing. the clan’s numbers are vastly larger than they were even a few weeks ago and with so many of us reluctant to leave the confines of the hotel, it’s wise to ensure that we have enough...” blood. auden swallows uncomfortably, merely gesturing to the bags rather than saying the word. “...to keep everyone fed for an extended period of time. that’s what i’m attempting to do.” the only problem is that his system is not a perfect one. some of them require more sustenance than others, auden himself being a glaring example of that.

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rcdxvixen‌:

So he was one to want to remain hidden, to each their own. She didn’t see why he wanted to be, made him look more like a stalker in the night. “And your way of waiting is hiding? are you going to pop out and say Hello?” she smirked as he continued on. Clan business. “Don’t sound so afraid or is that uncertainty?.”

he sees her perfectly from where he’s perched. the fact that she seems to have not quite found him yet despite how close they are leads auden to wonder if she still struggles with using her abilities, like perhaps she’s only been turned in the last century or so. not that he’s planning to ask. “i don’t recognize you,” he quietly informed the woman.

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very few clan members are allowed access to the hotel dumort’s topmost floor. it’s adrian’s private quarters, although auden is never turned away by the revolving door of silent sentries. everyone respects him here, grants him privileges and luxuries merely for being the vampire who sired their leader. it’s kind of them, but of course auden tends to shy away from the attention and retreat into the shadows where they won’t find him. he’s in adrian’s study, glass of blood in one hand and opened book in the other. with his dear friend out for the evening it should be completely silent, the only palpable presence at least several corridors away, but auden can hear footsteps and the detects the distinct scent of warlock mixed in with something more familiar, more personal. dark brows knitting together, auden peered over his book just a figure appeared in the nearby doorway. “evening,” he greeted in a polite murmur.

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xakonix‌:

Akoni blinked in mild confusion before he finally became fully aware of his surroundings. He’d been caught up in his own head that he hadn’t even noticed the bartender leaving. Looking at the empty shot glass he tapped it away from him. It was probably time for him to slow it down the rest of the night, Akoni didn’t want to find out exactly where his alcohol tolerance ended. “Probably should’ve knocked back that shot a hell of a lot sooner then. What is he getting for you back there?” The question left his mouth and like he was a warlock the bartender appeared practically by magic with a glass filled with what smelled like wine.

“uh...” auden wasn’t sure if he was supposed to agree with the stranger’s words or not. his senses are sharp; he can tell by scent and appearance that the man’s been here for a while, knocking back at least two shots before auden had arrived. “um...” suddenly the bartender reappeared and carefully slid his drink across the counter. “thank you,” murmured the vampire politely, “it’s, um, just a glass of red wine. i don’t — i don’t really drink anything else.” as far as liquor goes, anyway. “what about you?” despite the question auden refrained from leaning over too closely and glancing into the stranger’s glass, worried that it might seem impolite.

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rcdxvixen‌:

She could already feel eyes on her as she walked in the night, another vampire nearby. This was still fresh in her mind but she has adjusted. Seeing as the other didn’t seem to be in a welcoming mood. “Are you going to stand there, or be on your way?” she stated talking in a normal tone, knowing that he would hear her.

auden instinctively reacted to the voice, flinching as it suddenly broke the uneasy silence. “i...” he finally began after a moment. should he step out of the shadows? perhaps, but auden stayed put. “i...um, i’m waiting for someone,” he explained, “we’re...we’re meant to meet right here. clan business.”

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he’s sorting through iceboxes in the hotel kitchen when the footsteps begin drawing near. by the time auden lifts his head she’s there in the doorway, prompting him to smile thinly in greeting. “hello,” he glances at the mess of blood bags strewn out in front of him, “i...um...i assume you aren’t looking for a drink?” the vampire attempts to joke.

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rcdxvixen‌:

It was not by choice that she had come to this town, but more of a duty. She had not quite yet had given up on the Shadowhunter world. Was she an outsider now that she was a Vampire. she could be. but that didn’t mean that wasn’t aware of what exactly was happening. She walked down the street as she looked up at the night sky, whether she’d run into a victim to drink from, or maybe have a little fun. She was prepared for anything really.

auden can tell when there’s another nearby. he’s familiar with most of them thanks to his ties with the clan, but he still shies away from the sound of purposeful footfalls drawing closer. perhaps not quickly enough to go completely unnoticed, however. brows drawing together and mouth twisting into a grimace, auden remained still but watched as the other vampire sauntered into view.