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(from Alejandro)

At the risk of dropping being an asshole for a second, happy birthday, Jefferson. Not many people I can solidly call friends, so this is the least I can do.

Thanks a ton for the birthday wishes, Alejandro! That really means a lot to me. You know I see you as one of my closest friends.

And don’t worry, your little secret about actually having a heart is safe with me!😉

@alejandrolpez

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Since finding out they were related, Mariana found herself seeking the other Familiar out at least once every other day or so. She wanted to check up on him sure, but she also just..wanted to be around him. It reminded her of home, in a way. In the safety she felt back then. Alejandro felt safe--even if they’d only known each other a short time (and even if people steered clear from him due to the red collar around his neck. But she knew he’d been punished again over the weekend (and she’d dealt with her own particularly brutal rental the night before) so she figured they could both use a break.

After messaging Sal and begging asking him to rent them both she left the diner and went right to Alejandro’s job, talking to the owner that they’d both been rented and she’d been sent to come get him. “Primito.” She called out with a little smile.

@familiaralejandro

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Ever since her weekend with Salazar, Mariana continued to find herself lost in thought about the Supreme. About how nice things felt with him...and the freedoms that came with it. He said she could come over more, that he’d take off her collar every time..... It scared her how much she wanted it. Wanted him. She snapped out of her thoughts though when she heard a commotion and she looked up to see an altercation between a guardian and... “Alejandro?”

The Familiar whom she’d met only once before but was so..familiar, she felt a tug inside herself because of him, and it was that tug that drove her, having her move before she even really realized it--especially when she saw the superior smack Alejandro hard across the face despite Alejandro audibly apologizing. “Hey!” Mariana called out, not even thinking about it as she shoved at the man. “He said he was sorry!”

@familiaralejandro

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Maybe one day Mariana would have a single day where nothing bad happened. Where she wasn’t sneered at or touched and was just....okay. But today clearly wasn’t that day. She’d spent the night rented by a succubus, tied up and used for whatever they wanted. She’d been fed well that morning at least, even given a new nice shirt since hers had been ripped, but...still. And now she was on her way to work, turning a corner and accidentally bumping into someone. Before she could even apologize she was being growled at and shoved aside rough enough that she lost her footing.

Hitting the ground hard she glared at the Superior that kept on walking. “Son of a bitch.” She grit out in Spanish under her breath, ignoring the stinging of her palms as she pulled herself to sit up.

@familiaralejandro

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Bands were a bit of a contractual thing at Styx, only on specific nights of the week to gauge the general ebb and flow of foot traffic into the nightclub. When weighed against her usual crowd pre-live music, she could properly estimate if people enjoyed the switch up or if numbers were thinning as a result of distaste. Thus far, it appeared to be fairly successful, but only time would tell. “On the house,” her voice chimed as Kasandra slid a Santorini Sunrise across the expensive bar top to a vampire from the band. They couldn’t actually enjoy alcohol anymore, but it was the thought that counted and enough of them drank out of pure habit or for taste. “Everyone appears to be enjoying your group’s set tonight. Have you been playing for long?” @fangedalejandro

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@gettinbarbecued: ⇕ = holding their hand

Oliver had learned that just crossing the street whenever he damn well felt like it wasn’t a thing he could do around here. In New York, everyone did it, regardless of whether or not they had cat-like reflexes, so it was normal for Oliver, and wasn’t much of a problem in the less crowded city of Elias with his swift feet. However, others seemed to look on in horror and even shout at him in anger when he did this, and he figured it’d be easier to just comply - at least then he could be a bit more conspicuous. So, he’d been waiting at the crosswalk like a normal, well-behaved citizen when he felt the warmth of another’s skin brushing up against his hand. Confused, Oliver turned to notice Al was now holding his hand. “What are you doing?” Oliver asked. “I think I’m way too old to need help crossing the street.”