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averyxgoodwithhishands​:

“Height for tips? I have heard about a great smile and low cleavage before but I didn’t know the tall girls had an advantage.” Avery replied, laughing as he did so. “It is nice to meet you, Yasmine. Oh yeah, this place has great omelettes. Come on. Let’s go get something to eat and you can tell me how you ended in Versailles. If you want to I mean.”

“Less the height itself, and more the form the high heels causes.” Yasmine had to chuckle a little. “You see, they make your ass prop out more back, and your legs to stretch a whole lot. Somehow a lot of people like that.” She couldn’t directly explain it, but it helped somehow. “Oh yeah? Omelettes does sound quite good. Especially if they have fresh croissants with them.” Mhm, she did love those. “I don’t mind. It’s honestly not that big of a story. My family lives about an hour away, there was a job offer available here, and a room in a shared apartment, so it’s cheap enough. What brought you here?” 

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averyxgoodwithhishands​:

“Curator?” He nodded as if he knew and then laughed sheepishly, “And what does a curator do?” Avery asked with some curiosity. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a small notepad, full of french words and vocab lessons mostly but there were a few empty sheets of paper. He passed the pad to the vampire and waited for her to jot down the name and number. “I don’t know it. I’m sorry.” He also didn’t quite understand how a gallery could be experimental but since he didn’t know what a non-experimental gallery was either, he just nodded. He would definitely google it when he got home. “Sure. I’m always happy to see something new. You don’t have to … go out of your way for me or anything. But that’d be really cool. Thank you.”

“I arrange exhibits, and get hold of new pieces of work that we don’t already have. Really, it’s just a glorified way of saying art-shower.” She explained, figuring it was the easiest way to explain it. Taking the paper from her, she wrote down the name and number, along with what hours they were typically possible to contact. After all, contacting a vampire at 4 pm rarely helped much. And a human at 4 am? Very often a foolish thing. “No worries dear. You’ll figure it out.” After all, if she was going to bring him there, obviously he would figure it out. “It’s not out of my way to do that. If anything, it’ll help me get the perspective of a human, don’t you agree? One that isn’t paid to tell me whether the ideas are good or not.” 

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@bittenstart​

Balancing up on the fence surrounding a house, Grace was working on just becoming familiar with all of this newness of living as a vampire. When she’d first worked up like it, she’d been in shock, and quite frankly, it was only recently that she even started to wrap her mind properly around her. That she’d ache for blood for the rest of her life, that she’d never really be the old her again. Well, of course she was still her old self, but in a different way. She’d died! She’d cracked her head on an edge, and if it’d not been for the blood that Claudio had kept on feeding her before it, she’d been in a casket, or burned, not been balancing on a fence. “You know, I can’t stand papercuts.” Grace suddenly spoke back up, looking to her companion of the evening. “I really, really hate paper cuts. They smell just enough of blood to make me starving, but I can’t exactly feed from a barely there cut in someone’s finger. I don’t get how those doctor-vamps can do it. Like, how can you handle being around humans and their blood all the time and not just go desperate to drink it all?” 

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averyxgoodwithhishands​:

“I promise you that is no where in my plants. For one thing I do think I’m tall enough.” Avery laughed and gestured at himself. At over 182 cm or 6′4 if he was talking to an American, he knew he was taller than most. The older vampires often looked at him like a tree blocking out light with that vague blinky look. He rather guessed that a few centuries ago, people weren’t usually as tall as he was. He nodded, “Sounds like a fair deal for me. I’m Avery by the way. I figure you should know my name if you’re treating me to breakfast.”

“Hey, I’m 1.75 meter. You’ll never hear anyone say I need high heels, but they bring in the bigger tips, so they do have a habit of happening.” After all, heels had their own ability to make the legs stretch extra, and push the ass out a little. Which, did bring in bigger tips at work. She knew she towered over most of the vampires from a few hundred years ago often. After all, she was even above most averages for women. “Yasmine. So come on, let’s go get something in our bodies. And at the mention of breakfast... That’s a good idea. I should probably have something more than just coffee at this point.” 

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averyxgoodwithhishands​:

“Gallery?” Bjorn questioned with interest and tried not to notice that the vampire’s gaze drifted over his throat. He used to never notice such things but living in Versailles had even someone as oblivious as him note when a vampire’s gaze flicked over your pulse. The worst part of it was that he wasn’t sure he minded. Was that weird? He still couldn’t decide and wasn’t sure who to ask.

“I’d appreciate the reference, even if just to make sure I don’t damage the fabric when I strip it from the chair in order to repair the chair.” Bjorn replied with a light nod. “What kind of gallery do you work for?”

“Mhm. I’m a curator, so I usually keep in touch with anyone who could help like that.” She told him, reaching for the note with price and such information, while she let her gaze drift away from his throat. MHm, so maybe Irene had easily embraced that part of being a vampire. Of being a hunter. She enjoyed seducing, she enjoyed tasting. “If you have something to write on, I can give you their number tonight, I have it in my phonebook.” So maybe she enjoyed mobile phones, and even smart phones in some ways. But did she love saving all information there? Absolutely not. “Do you know of the Pierre Gallery? Down by the Palace. I guess you could almost describe us as an experimental gallery, rather than a strict genre, as we are focusing more on the whole experience, rather than just the art itself. So if there’s a painting such as   Robert Dumont-Smith‘s fruit still, we will set out plates of fruits that people are welcome to eat, touch, smell, make it an interactive experience, rather than just seeing some paint on the wall. It’s why I’m constantly looking for new experiences to create.” Looking back up at him, she smiled. “So if you’re curious about it, you could come with me one day? I could show you the exhibits we’re working on. Some even limited to the VIP guests.” 

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answerofsilence​:

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      “ i can’t say i’m familiar with food that makes you feel like you’re high. there’s rumors of food that acts like an aphrodisiac, but in all of my years doing that pesky human habit of eating i can’t recall ever feeling more intimate after consuming. ” his shoulder rolled into the smallest of shrugs, and vincent plucked up another fry from the dish before him and chewed it thoughtfully. he really was quite fond of this aioli. hazel eyes traced the plate for a moment before an amused smirk tipped the corners of his lips - he swallowed before continuing. “ i’m not entirely certain my night-time preferring other half would be too fond of the idea of another vampire feeding off of her human. ” the words felt foreign, especially considering elspeth had yet to feed off of him herself. but that was part of the point of this little program, wasn’t it? that he was clean, and so was she, and he would provide safety in sustenance to her. “ so i’ll take that as a compliment, though i know you better by now, and i know you didn’t mean it as one. ”

      a soft laugh rolled through his chest, stuck somewhere at the back of his throat and only diminished with another mouthful of whiskey. it went down easy. “ the driver has is break tonight, but i think he rather likes delivering. i tip well. ” a pause, and vincent allowed his attention to shift back to irene. “ i think the people at my lab miss my face, i’m hardly there. i spend more time working out of the home setup i have, lately. a product of relocating myself, considering my new position as an attached man.” he didn’t need to share a home with elspeth but it seemed wise. why not become acquainted with the life he was responsible for? why not have access to one-another, where they could keep tabs and ensure safety? he had no qualms with sharing his living space —he’d done it before, under significantly different circumstances. “ i’m due back in to check in on my staff, at least. make sure they’re not messing around while the boss is away. ”

“Well, I’ve heard that cheese in particular tends to make your brain have a drug-like reaction if you’re not getting to eat it again. A bit of an addiction really. Not that I tend to experience that, seeing as when I ate food, there was not nearly as many things added to it, as these days.” Hmm. Maybe she should go get herself a farm, and a few humans to work at the farm, and feed from them? Provided they ate what they produced, that was. So much fresher blood, than all of this horrible, horrible chemical like flavor that had grown into the blood. “Lucky your partner is then, I’m not planning on feeding from you. There is however this rather tall gentleman that does look to be just my type.” Besides, what was the fun in feeding from someone when you couldn’t also fuck them? Straddle them, bite their neck just as they’re about to climax.. Oh yes, just her type. 

“Anyone would like delivering to you if you tip well. Everyone likes money, my dear friend.” She said, reaching for her glass while the other kept eating his fries, swallowing it down with whiskey. Humans. So... Entertaining. But also, frustratingly disgusting. “At the mention of you being an attached man... How are you and your other half doing? You feeding her well, or is it more like she’s being underfed?” Of course she liked to check up on those things. Irene wasn’t exactly someone who shyed away from politics, and if she found out this whole mess about being paired up caused her fellows to be restrained in feeding, she would have words to share with the politicans of her city. “Oh they are definitely messing around. All employees do that.” 

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answerofsilence​:

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      “ as interesting of a hypothesis as that might be — i’d rather not be standing by firsthand to discover it go one way or the other. either you do have enough, and turn, and i become your first meal through pure incidence of being close by, or you don’t and … well that’s just unfortunate in and of itself. i, selfishly, have a lot to accomplish before i kick off. i’d like to do a little more work before i meet my end. if it’s all the same. ” his tone remained light, the jest in his voice only weighted by the partial seriousness of the notion. vincent only offered a soft shrug at the thought process —the particulars of the change weren’t apart of his research yet, he’d have to ask about it in the future.

      at her suggestion he chuckled, offering a nod. “ i’ll escort you there, but i think that four in the morning is a bit early for me to start drinking. i should be getting to bed at some point. ” a beat, one brow quirked at the woman, “ so you just worked a whole long shift in heels and you’re going to go socialize? that’s one way to wind down. i think it takes a certain kind of person. i like to isolate after long shifts. ” but he liked to isolate in general. “ lead the way. i promise to dutifully keep you from falling. ”

“Oh I’d definitely rather not test it out either. Not quite ready to become one of the immortals just yet, and not ready to actually end everything either. Besides, I’d rather have a little bit more of a tan before I have to stop enjoying the sunlight.” She’d not quite yet met her partner anyways, so it wasn’t like she had a rush with anything. And when she did meet her vampire, well, she’d be supposed to remain human for at least a while longer, so she could provide them with blood. The joys of being a human in a world with vampires being hunted down and killed. 

“Well let me get you a cupcake or something then. I feel awfully guilty about nearly knocking you over, and also having you escort me. Even if it’s you worrying about me ending up on the edge of the road with a bleeding head.” She said, taking off her shoes properly before they began to walk. “It’s more just that I like to wind down by being able to just sit down and listen to the world going on, without actively having to be part of it? If that makes sense? I guess it just reminds me that even if I take some time for me, the world spins on. Helps making sure I never forget that I’m just one part of a world consisting of many million pieces.” 

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wckedsxnner​:

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The exhaustion just seems to weigh Vero down but thankfully the stranger looks to be nice. She’s not sure how she would fare if she were met with someone that didn’t have the same amount of patience. There’s no security to help her out and at this point, she’s not even sure what the woman is capable of doing. Eyebrow quirks in curiosity when the other mentions her profession, nodding in solidarity as she does know how the service industry works. “That and the customers,” she throws it right back with a chuckle of her own. Vero gives her a small smile, grateful at her offer. “Oh is that okay? Sorry. Things have just been a little tight this week and that coffee was like my little pick me up for the day.”

“Oh god, the customers. I don’t know how they are at where you work, but I have far too many guys trying to pinch my ass or nip at my wrists nightly. Do they not realize we only provide the wares, we’re not the wares themselves?” She said with such a dramatic sigh that she just had to laugh. “Oh it’s no worry at all. It was my fault you lost your current coffee, so it’s only fair that I get you a new one. Besides, if there’s anyone there ready to annoy us, we can just hide with one another and be like ‘we’re busy, leave us alone’ instead.” 

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wckedsxnner​:

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Smirking, Giovanna gives the liquid in her glass a quick swirl, wrist flicking as she turns her eyes to the side at the painting in question. “Irene, why would I ever give a painting of myself away? I don’t think the world is quite ready for that yet.” As much as Giovanna does not care about how she presents herself, or how cold she could be, she’s still grateful that she’s found someone alike. Vienna is just filled with so many people that aren’t worth her time that it’s gotten quite dull to make acquaintances with anyone. At least now she can say she’s not alone in her endeavor of being a tad bit judgmental. “Of course. I can even provide the letter of which my family was given as part of the present,” she offers, smile growing wider at the thought of her name displayed somewhere. 

After so many years of existing, there was no wonder that some people would grow jaded towards the world. That they would be tired of minor inconveniences, and annoyances, and would rather have life go their way. “Because you’re, how to say this nicely... Just as stuck up as me and you get off from people admiring you?” Irene spoke as she lifted her glass to her lips once more, smiling over the edge. “Excellent. I’ll provide that too to the authentication process, and I’m sure it’d go at least a little bit faster, and I can get to working on the exhibit itself. After all, we don’t just show the objects, we create an experience.”

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averyxgoodwithhishands​:

“Good good.” Avery murmured as he waited for her to right herself again. “I wouldn’t know because I am either runners or hiking boots at almost all times. However, I will absolutely take your word for it.” He rubbed his shoulder and pretended to think about it for a second, “I will survive. Somehow. I am very hardy.” He teased with a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, definitely take my word for it. You don’t want to ruin your feet by doing high heels.” Oh yeah she definitely was suffering some days, but the extra pay made up for it. “Oh come on, you look so sad when you do that.” Yasmine argued back, pouting at him. “Okay, let me guy you something over at Bite ‘N drink to make up for it? I was heading there to get something anyways.” 

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fevredaydream​:

      “ i think we’ve all been there before, ” she spoke with a nod, hand still extended from catching the woman and prepared to do it again if she lost her balance. “ but i’ve also learned to slow down. too much rushing and i forget to take time for myself. ” as if she needed to rush to experience every moment to its fullest, as if she hadn’t experienced enough for several lifetimes to make friends with the redwoods that towered in the americas… still, on work nights or for social arrangements, elspeth ensured she was ten minutes early and actively aware of surroundings.

      thankfully tonight didn’t require such haste, just maybe quick actions that settled into straightening herself with a brighter smile. “ though for such a long night, it certainly hasn’t drained your energy, it seems. what’s your secret? ”

Oh dear, Yasmine almost felt like her mother was telling her off for always rushing and trying to do everything at once, rather than taking time to just chill. Not that her mother had done that in... Many years. Her grandmother though? She would properly scold her for it. “Mhm, yeah I know. Stop and take them off properly, don’t be rushing while taking them off, but when there’s coffee at the end of the walk, I’m not the one to take it slow until I sink down into a seat with coffee.” Yasmine said with a little laugh to the other. “Lots of energy drinks, tea, and also knowing there’s something delicious at the end of the night tends to have me going. You should come get something too, if you’re not having plans. Make sure I join you in the not rushing life, you know?” 

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wckedsxnner​:

Vero hates to be the one during the closing shift; she grumbles her way through making sure everything’s clean and secure before locking up the place and heading out. There’s a need for a coffee and so tired legs are quick to make their way towards Drink ‘N Bite, feeling herself almost drop dead from the lack of caffeine. Instead of taking it to go like she should, Vero doesn’t trust herself to get home at the state she’s in so she decides to stay for a bit to let the brew do its thing. It would have been smarter to stay inside but she recognized an earlier patron and she’s not awake enough to deal with that. Zoning in and out, it takes her a moment to realize that she’s sprawled on the ground, a woman on top of her looking as frazzled as she does. “Oh, no. I get it. Bartender,” she waves to herself as she pushes herself up back towards her standing position. Her coffee cup lays a few feet away, splattered on the gravel. Sighing, she bends to pick it up to throw it at a nearby bin. “Are you okay, though,” she addresses the woman. “Did you hurt anything?”

It was just her luck to crash into someone and knock them to the ground, wasn’t it? Yasmine knew she could be clumsy as hell, and yet she’d decided that trying to get off her shoes while moving was a good idea. Damn Yasmine, stop thinking so foolishly! Pushing herself back up to her feet, she offers a hand to the other to help get her up. Lord, this was just awkward. “Waitress in a bar. So, yeah. We both suffer the drinks.” She said with a little chuckle. At least the other got why she was out that late. Feeling guilty about the drink that’s fallen to the ground, she sighs a little. “No I’m okay, are you? Also, please, let me replace whatever drink that was. It was all my fault, so it’s the least I can do.”

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answerofsilence​:

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      “ yeah, i’m fine. thankfully i’ve a bit more balance than one might imagine. ” something about weight versus height - some comical little science that didn’t matter. and at the mention of cracking her skull vincent eyed the ground, then her one shoe in hand —walking home barefoot hardly seemed ideal but who was he to judge? there were more dangerous things in the city than the potential to get a cut that would carry some sort of infection, though it wasn’t unlike him to consider that side of it. lips pressed into a thin like and vincent nodded. “ i certainly think that would have made a relaxing stroll less relaxing. please don’t crack your head open. ”

      and it was four in the morning … while vincent had some faith in versailles he wasn’t so removed as to believe it was safe entirely. with a soft sigh he nodded toward the rest of the sidewalk. “ do you want company getting wherever you’re going? considering the hour. ” was it strange to offer? she didn’t know him, after all. he wouldn’t take it personally if she declined, but he didn’t quite have anything better to do. and what could he do against a more evolved predator? not much … but it was better than going it alone, he supposed.

“Lucky. I certainly did not get the balance gene it seems, even though I can manage to walk around on high heels for quite some time before before i fall to the ground.” She was of course making fun of herself and poking fun at how she’d managed to fall right into him. She was steady enough to do her job just fine, but balance enough to like, walk on a line? Not at all. “I’ll try to not crack it open. Though, I mean, that’d be a rather interesting way to see if I still have enough vampire blood in me to just wake up as one, don’t you think? Not that I’ve actually seen anyone become a vampire, but I’ve heard you have to drink their blood, and then die.” How long was it since she last drank vampire blood anyways? Long enough. 

Thinking about his offer for a moment, she shrugged her shoulders. “Sure, I’m just heading to Drink ‘n Bite, but you’re more than welcome to join me. I can even get you a little something, since you’re so nice and keeping me from cracking my skull open.” She just had to mess around, okay. 

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xbakarix​:

It wasn’t the first time that he had someone request to meet him - ever since he had stepped into the role of politics, something he absolutely disdained but suffered through for the rewards, people often wanted to meet with him in the hopes that he’d help bolster one’s own reputation. What he hadn’t expected, however, was to have someone reach out to discuss art. It was refreshing, and it had Bakari intrigued in the vampire before him. “Whoever you heard that from isn’t giving you all the information,” he started, his own wine glass in hand - though his was full to the brim of a bloodwine that dated to the early 19th century. “I do have an authentic 18th century piece, but I also have a lot of authentic pieces from history. The real question, however, is what you are willing to give in exchange for my loaning it to your gallery.”

Irene had spent plenty of time in both the lights of politics, but also in the shadows. She’d been part of the vampires who made moves for the acceptance of their kind of places where they’d originally had to hide in the shadows, even in france she’d had hunters chasing for years, and she could remember the damn crusaders. Damn crusaders. But this? She enjoyed her current living much more. Being part of making changes, talking with others who had advantages, fit her very well, but not having to actually put herself in the risk of being hunted? Much better. “I never aim to get all of the information from a second hand source, Bakari. Only fools aim for that, rather than going directly to the source.” So, maybe she didn’t exactly love sugar coating her words. But, who would expect her to? “Of course we are going to offer economical compensation for the time we have it, and provide our own insurance, though to what amount depends on the pieces themselves, and what our appraiser 

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answerofsilence​:

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      one brow quirked at irene, amusement dashing his features and his lips, lost among the darkness of his beard, especially when he swiped his palm over his mouth to chase away any lingering aioli that might make him more comical than not in a less funny environment. “ in the years i’ve been in versailles and known you, ms. green, i’ve learned that you’re judgmental when you choose to be. and it’s not a bad quality - but i expect that judging a human for their choice in food would be top on the list. you know that aioli is mayonnaise, right? ” perhaps it wasn’t fair to try and nudge her into teasing him, but it kept the air between them light and vincent needed something lighter. taking up the responsibility of being someone’s other half was much more daunting than he would have thought, more stressful. it reminded him too much of other responsibilities long lost. he swallowed another fry with the thought.

      “ i am a hermit. if i could be locked in the lab or at home all the time i would, but humans are social animals, supposedly. and i’m fairly certain that skip the dishes thinks i’m a lonely old man who can’t cook for himself. one of the drivers has become so acquainted with delivering to my apartment that when i moved he remarked, politely, about it. and now he already has the ‘doctor hendriks’ greeting out of his mouth before i have the door cracked. ” vincent grimaced, fingers seeking another fry to swirl in the aioli before popping it in his mouth. once he’d allowed himself to savor and swallow the flavor he opted for a sip of his whiskey to chase it. that brought pleasant warmth. “ you can say you missed seeing my face. i won’t hold it against you. ” a tease, punctuated by a coy grin and the flash of a puckish glint from beneath dark lashes.

“Mhm, no. You see, I’d much rather choose to judge a human for what they choose to wear. Food, is a necessary evil, and as I’ve heard rumors of, according to science, certain types of food has an almost drug-like effect on the brain. Making you feel certain ways. Who am I to judge for that? It’s like judging me, for whom I choose to feed from. Although... Seeing you eat these fries, are making you very unappealing to feed from, Vincent.” She couldn’t help but tease him with the last bit, scrunching her nose in the process. It was smart to have a scientist on her side though. For all she knew, when he was done with his silver X research, maybe he’d look into artificial blood. Find a business opportunity with her. He could work on it, and she could be the face. Earn millions. Enough to buy the Palace from Bakari. Oh god, one day she’d get the palace for herself. 

“You are social animals. I suppose that’s one of the things that are rather... Removed from us as we go through the change. We become more... Possessive? It appears. Or maybe it’s just like with tigers. With becoming predators, we don’t like to share the prey. You.” Well, not him specifically. Humans in general, really. “You should get another driver though. Give the poor man a break, he’s probably going to question if you don’t know how to cook soon.” Drinking a bit more of her wine, an amused chuckle escaped her. “If I missed your face, I could just visit you in the lab, Doctor.”