#( illyssa )

[sweetdippingsauce]

Fanart for @illymation

[fvllmccninthesky]

@slvrbllcts

Closed starter for Illyssa and Quinn

Quinn has gone out a few times on his own. He knew it was against the rules and he assumed the rules were there for the pack’s safety, so he is trying to be a little better. Maybe for the gym today he will get a partner to go with him. He hopes she says yes. He always loved sparring with her, Illy always had potential that he sometimes regrets digging into. He will never say that becoming a leecher is a mistake, but it does change a person. It changed him, but he doesn’t think that is exactly a bad thing. That and if he hadn’t joined, he might not be here today. If she hadn’t she might not either. Things were getting rough and the vampires were winning at the time.

He pulls himself out of his head and takes his phone out of his pocket, texting Illyssa. He knows she will be awake, even though the sun barely is. They both are early risers. On Quinn’s part it is because he doesn’t like being in his own head for very long. He mostly only ever sleeps when he has no choice, when his body forces him to. 

He types out his text and sends it to her, “I’m about to leave the office for the day. Had a bit of a long night. Would really like a gym partner, you up for it?” 

[zxiiden]

[ @illvssa​ ]

With a glass of champagne grasped in one hand and a silk robe draped loosely over his tattooed body, Zaiden Hendricks found himself wandering the expanse of his Upper East Side penthouse with mild boredom. His dark, raven-black locks were haphazard and messy and he hardly noted the sound of shuffling from the open door of his bedroom, instead letting out a tired yawn as he paused before the glass window overlooking the city’s skyline. With his brother out on what he assumed was another secret rendezvous with their friend, Julia, Zaiden couldn’t help the subtle smirk that graced his features. He raised his glass to his lips, taking a slow sip of the champagne before the ding of the elevator caught his attention.

One brow quirked as he glanced over his shoulder. As the metal doors slid open, he couldn’t help the way his smug smirk broadened as ice blue eyes caught sight of the familiar brunette that hurriedly allowed herself into his penthouse. “Well, well, Illyssa. Pleasure to have your company this fine morning,” he drawled slowly, tugging his robe on properly before raising his glass to her in a mock toast. “Though if you’re looking for your boyfriend, I’m saddened to inform you that he had a bit of business to take care of. You’re welcome to wait for him with me if you like, of course.” Every word that left his lips was coated thick in a goading, sarcastic tone just as his gaze tore away from her. As if one cue, the call-girl he had stay over the night before shuffled out of his room, already bustling for the door as he exhaled a breathy chuckle, concealing the curl of his lips behind the rim of his glass.

“Would you like anything? A drink, perhaps?” He drawled out once the call-girl disappeared behind the elevator doors, blue eyes once more resting on her.