#* speaker - fallon.

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Teddy: Me and Mattias are over.

[ fallon ] ;; and whose decision was this ?? 

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@theteddy-byrne // fallon & teddy

            “i take it there’s been no luck in finding the commander ??” she asks the question, despite knowing the answer. if they had found him, they’d be parading his head around on a spike. since the explosion, the fervour for revenge has been rife amongst her kind. particularly, understandably, teddy. “pity. i’m sure he’ll poke his head out of whatever hole he’s in soon enough.”

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📰 // If your muse wrote a Calamity Times headline, what would it be? - fallon

"fabulous hotelier becomes queen of the city....obviously."

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rose & fallon

fallon: it appears our boy has ended his dalliance with the human

fallon: almost a cause for celebration

fallon: yet i fear there is something else going on

fallon: has teddy spoken with you about it?

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fallon: whats your love language?

    “only total unfettered devotion is an acceptable love language-” the vampiress hums, considered smile tugging at her lips. “from them, of course.” 

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@deathbeckons // mal & fallon // the old hideout

        why the overlord and her progeny had felt the need to follow the commander’s wild goose chase, she did not know. but she had already begun to feel the consequences of such actions. worrying was not something fallon did lightly - in fact, she rarely did it at all. she enjoyed a life that was unpredictable and chaotic. she enjoyed having little to care about. it meant there was little to lose. 

            but teddy. he was one of the few things that meant something to her. and kazimir...while she couldn’t say he mattered on a personal level - she could really give or take the man - he mattered to her position. her power. she needed him alive. 

      so she worried. a feeling that she loathed and buried under a mask of irritation and haughtiness. and she made her way to the godforsaken coordinates that the commander had provided them. once she was close enough, she would use the location that teddy had sent her to narrow down their whereabouts - unless by some chance the calvary had arrived and jessie had already rescued them. 

     chaos. that’s the first thing she sees on arriving at the human’s old hideout. fire, blood, remnants of buildings and bodies alike. then, a man - waiting on the precipice - wavering. “malcolm.” the vampire says curtly, moving towards him. “what are you doing ??”

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@theteddy-byrne // teddy & fallon

          puzzles and games. they could be fun, entertaining, engaging - she herself was quite partial to a battle of wits. but on her ground, her terms. not like this, not with him as puppeteer. the first act had certainly held her attention, a rather maudlin representation of what ?? the struggle between light and dark, good and evil...the naturals and the sorcerers ?? she cares little for their squabbles or whatever metaphor the commander has intended. the piece that matters most is this puzzle. this lock to unpick to move to the next act. why ?? what was its purpose ?? 

             a distraction ?? from what ??

    as much as she resents taking any direction from demitri, his call is the right one. the commander must be watched. and there is some grace in the fact that it came as a request rather than an undignified order. if she is to watch axel, and demitri has the others covered, he will need help with the overlord’s wayward little pet. since her progeny had taken such a liking to the same human, she doubts he’ll mind playing babysitter. 

            “teddy, darling-” fingers curl around his forearm, voice light and whimsical for any prying ears ( though those that knew her well would note the urgency underlying her tone ). “there you are.”

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@theteddy-byrne​ // teddy && fallon

     the pieces are moving, playing as directed, but the vampire is on edge. discomforted by the fact that she cannot see the whole board. what kazimir and jessie had in store with this attempted alliance with the humans...where demitri’s ensuing arrogance derived from...whether this dalliance with the feeder would cost her progeny his position...her position....

           this dabble into politics had come at a price. her beloved hotel had always been her world, her fortress away from the absurdities of partisan fighting. but now, even that is limited by loyalties that she has tied herself to. was it worth it ?? she had believed that from politics came power. but were they not all stumbling in the dark, trying to claw a position for themselves in this wasteland ?? the question now was whether to keep playing the game...or to forfeit and start anew. 

      it is this question that leads her to summon him; from wherever he has wandered - under some guise of care, after his latest brush with death. and so she awaits, with glass in hand, for his arrival.