lorenzo

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barbiestjohn‌:

“I’m not really into games.” she teased, smiling as she looked at her husband. “I prefer the direct approach.”

He let out a playful growl in agreement. “I would’ve taken you for an impostor.”

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alexanderclaire‌:

“You shouldn’t waste your time worrying about me, Mr. St. John.” the vampire offered meekly. “I’m not worth it.”

“It’s the ones who say things like that that instill the worry.” 

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vivicnnc‌:

Looking at him, the blonde found herself smiling despite her fears in the moment. He’d always known just what to say, and it was a talent she’d always been grateful for. “Well, back then I was only a baby, and now I’m a walking disaster, but I think that’s where the differences end.” she teased softly. 

“You were a whirlwind on shaky legs,” he offered in agreement. “My little fireball.” 

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vivicnnc‌:

“We both know it’s true and someone had to say it, so I did.” the heretic shot back with a smirk.

“Some things are better left unsaid. I learned that with your mother.”

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alexanderclaire‌:

“No.” There’s a pause, and a deep breath. “I’m not hungry.”

He stares forward in skepticism, but also restraint. “I’m only concerned.” 

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sciencesexual‌:

“I guess you would have seen a lot of parties like this.” Being the prize of the Augustine Society, the student could only imagine that the vampire was the centerpiece of parties like this. Their pride and joy. Having grown up surrounded by parties like this, Wes understood how they could have lost their appeal, even without the other factors such as a cage to make it more unbearable. He looked away from the subject, choosing to look at the people at the party and their stares a sudden anxiety catching him at the thought of someone noticing him talking to the monster. “Give me one moment.” he offered to the man, stepping away to grab a glass of champagne from one of the trays before swiftly returning. Taking a drink of the liquid courage, he relaxed a bit, even offering the vampire a smile. “Sorry, you’d think after going to parties I’d be used to this sort of thing…” Not that the man could care, but, he found himself almost nervous in his presence. Not in fear though, not like some of the others at the party. In excitement, curiosity, delight, and something else he wouldn’t let himself admit. “Enough about me, though. I want to hear about you.”

There was something almost endearing in the way the others nerves began to act up. While other recruits or researchers were given the honor of meeting face-to-face with the Augustine Vampire, there were only a handful of ways it would go. This was not fear he was sensing from the young doctor. This was something else entirely. Their eyes broke contact and Enzo found himself watching closely to the way his newfound company took in the situation. Then, he had excused himself, and the vampire relaxed onto the balls of his feet -- watching idly and figuring that had been the end of it. Would he be surprised if it was?  No, but he wouldn’t particularly be thrilled either. At the others return, his posture straightened once more, curiosity piqued. The manners on this one was almost getting on his nerves. There was patronizing and then there was.. not exactly knowing what their goal was. Did Wes Maxfield think he was cute, speaking in that way?  Initiating small-talk with a captive vampire?  Yet the elder creature proceeded the conversation with little hesitation. “I’m not much of a scientist. If it’s something from my file you want, I can’t help you, mate.” 

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vivicnnc‌:

“I think you’re just saying that.” Not that the blonde let it stop her from smiling warmly at the comment. “I think you meant horror.”

Enzo made a thoughtful snort. “I wasn’t going to be the one to say it.”

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barbiestjohn‌:

“Do you really think that a kiss would be your present?” The blonde raised an eyebrow at her husband, a grin gracing her lips as she teasingly asked her husband “Do you even know me at all?”

“You could have played along. Made me suspicious.” 

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alexanderclaire‌:

Forcing a weak smile on his face, the vampire offered “I hope so, Mr. St. John.”

The elder vampire looked the other over. “You’re a bit pale. Have you eaten?”

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vivicnnc‌:

“You are?” That was unexpected, and it gave her unexpected relief. “I just hope I don’t disappoint both of you..I don’t think I could live with myself if I did..”

There was a nod-like gesture given. “You could never. It’s not like I knew what I was getting into the day you were born. I don’t see a difference between then and now.”

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alexanderxclaire‌:

“You’re not that old, Mr. St. John, you should give yourself a break.” Alexander sighed, nodding at the observation. “Maybe I’m not happy, but I could be… eventually…”

It pained Enzo to see him like this; to know just how far he had fallen. “It’ll happen, Alex.”

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madscientistmcxfield‌:

If he was honest, Wes hadn’t expected the man to move at all, and when he did, the stiff movements were completely and utterly fascinating to the young student. The diet he was kept on was purposefully designed to keep him alive and pliable for their needs, nothing more and nothing less. On paper it made sense, a test subject that was docile ( even if unwillingly ) made for easier studies, but something about it felt wrong for a moment. He’d spent over a year slaving over this mans blood, and other samples, and up until this evening, he’d been a concept, just like everything else he’d read about in his textbooks, but seeing him right there, a living, breathing, and talking man, it was something he couldn’t quite explain. Something about it felt wrong, but he pushed that aside. People who followed the rules rarely made scientific discoveries, and if hurting one helped hundreds, didn’t he have the moral obligation to do so? While he was having a minor moral debate amongst himself while he looked over the man, the vampire spoke up, and the scientist was visibly shocked. He glanced down at his suit, wondering if he’d somehow attached his lab badge onto his outfit for the evening before running out. How else could the man know his name? Then, and only then, did it occur to the young man that his name was being passed around as freely as the glasses of champagne were. Looking up from his jacket, and trying to keep a cool demeanor despite his utter excitement, he nodded “It’s a lovely night.” And it was. Out of habit, and temporarily forgetting any common sense he had due to the fact that he was utterly awestruck, he found himself asking “And yourself, 62547?”

Enzo was in no hurry. His perceived patience held no real nor human value as he watched the gears turn behind the others blue eyes. There were no expectations -- the bar did not exist. But he would find himself a little disappointed if this one turned out like the rest. Among the many traits the organization coveted, it was the dull crowd that the vampire found himself despising the most, as the years passed. They were all so boring in their ideals, their goals. He had heard and seen it all. Watching the young man search for a name tag amused him, but no such expression followed to out the emotion. “I haven’t been paying attention,” came his cool answer, letting his eyes scan the room for the first time that night -- idly and lacking any kind of conviction. It was for show, clearly. The apathy coming off him in waves. Then, refocused on the other, he took the address as naturally as if he had been given it at birth. There were eyes on them. Enzo cared very little for that fact, as it was to be expected. He was giving Mr. Maxfield special attention. Envious stares were to be expected. “It’s just a night.” The routine. The cog falling into place; hard, cold, and in tempo. The same song and dance.

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madscientistmcxfield:

@lcrenzo

For his entire life, Wesley Maxfield had known he was meant for something more. He found his purpose in the form of the Augustine Society, a group that changed his life forever, in his opinion, for the better. They gave him research opportunities he could never have dreamed of, and after a year of working on projects for them that seemed like something out of a science fiction movie, he waited anxiously for the day he got to see the specimen in question. One day the day would come, and until then, he simply had to show his dedication the only way he could. He’d been hard at work when a man he didn’t recognize approached him with an invitation - black tie, private event, and that text alone sent shivers down his spine. He’d finally proven himself, and now was his time to show it off. He debated over his outfit for hours before he settled on the attire he wore as he walked through the doors. He was directed around by several of his mentors, and he schmoozed with the best of them as he tried to swallow his anxiety. He couldn’t make a fool of himself now, not after he’d come so far. Then voices hushed and they unveiled the pride and joy of the society, something reserved for their eyes only, the Augustine Vampire. When the hype had died down, he finally allowed himself to indulge himself. A million questions ran through his head, but he didn’t utter a word as he approached the caged man, eyes filled with curiosity as he took it all in.

Another day, another... party. The years had long since blurred together, shaping every face and festivity into one deep, dark pit within the creature’s mind. There was no new experience. No new emotion, not even disgust. It had all been felt and dealt with, a thousand times over. For being the guest of honor, there was little honor left to go around -- specifically for the society’s prized pet. No, instead, the orphaned vampire stood in his little cage as the whole world moved around him in a cluster of noise and formalities. Enzo hadn’t paid any special attention to the man, but he knew enough with what he heard and what he saw. Through introductions, he heard a name -- knew that he was fresh meat, a recent recruit, and this was his first invitation. Oh, what a night. It was clockwork for the newbies to be invited to approach the vampire. He wasn’t prize just for his good looks, after all. He was a testament to all of their ideals. A trophy. The interactions, however, never bore much fruit. It had to have been more than a few years since the vampire had uttered more than a few words to the society’s members. Perhaps even a decade or two. He had nothing left to share, not to them. Their toy was far past broken. It was defiant. Yet, when he saw the man pave his own path toward the cage, there was something different in his eyes. Something Enzo hadn’t seen in a long time. One may even dare to say it intrigued him. In a sudden, almost rigid motion, he leaned toward the bars and let his fingers curl around them -- getting himself a better look of the bright eyed student. It must have appeared like a statue had come to life, as Enzo was more than content to let the vervain numb his mind while he was being showed off. It helped drown it out. “Enjoying your night, Mr. Maxfield?”

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damndcmon:

“If I need your advice to stay alive, I think I’m already done for.”

“You forget the first time was unavoidable, the second, a calculated choice, and the third was your brother. How many times have you danced with death again?”

[stjhn]

brokenbcnnett:

“I would have given anything to change what happened.” the Bennett offered the vampire. There were no more tears, or agony in her words, but she felt it all the same. Two days, a year, a lifetime, no matter how long ago his death had taken place, she knew she would always wonder what could have been if things had gone differently. Did she spend a lifetime imagining what her life could have been with Enzo St. John by her side? Was Elijah simply a substitute for who she truly wanted? She didn’t know, and that uncertainty lingered the more she thought about it. “No ones perfect, Enzo. Everyone has skeletons in their closets, and have done things they regret. It’s part of living.” She wouldn’t say that Enzo was pristine, but no one in this town was. For all the good she’d  done in her life, she’d committed her fair amount of atrocities. She took comfort in his touch, nodding as he explained his reasoning. “It’s not.” she confirmed. “You’re a good guy, Enzo. Don’t ever forget that.”

He wore a smile, small but not hollow. Happy despite the agony -- grateful for the pain because of what it meant. “Me too.” There was no guarantee that their plans would have been fulfilled if he hadn’t lost his life that day, but he certainly hadn’t believed in anything more. “You inspired me to try,” he told her with a more playful grin. “I wanted to be more than good -- I wanted to be the hero. And if someone like Stefan Salvatore could be deemed one, why couldn’t I?” There was no bitterness in his tone. So much time had passed. Enzo had, in so many ways, grown as a person and a man. Things were different.

[stjhn]

damndcmon:

“Maybe.”

“I mean it. It could very well save your life one day.”

[stjhn]

damndcmon:

“Odd, I’m not used to being on the wrong end of a cruel joke.” Damon replied, cracking a smile for the St. John.

“You should pay attention to what I say more often.”