#casper 01.

[waeteeth-blog]

“Sorry, survival of the prettiest, run along now.” Jamie was quick to grab at the shoulders of the no doubt springbreaker  he’d been planning on taking a bite out of and shove him back through the entrance to the bathroom. Because there in front of the mirror was someone far more interesting than some bleach blonde college kid. Dark hair, high cheekbones, a split lip, what was more attractive than that? There was a smell to him too, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on aside from the distinct smell of a shifter. 

Which wasn’t as interesting, but hey, nobody was perfect. For all he knew, that was this guy’s one flaw. 

Letting out a whistle, he stepped up beside the other brunette and didn’t pay him any mind in the mirror, focused on tousling his own hair instead. “Hope this is one of those “ye should see the other guy” situations.” When his gaze did finally drift to the shifter, he offered a grin when their eyes met in the mirror. “If not, I’m sure they didnae get tae far.” @casperhahn​

[dhcmpirs]

Location: Casper’s Place Person: @caspermhahn​ “How’s it going?” It feels like such a fucking stupid thing to say when he knows everything has gone to shit. But Casper is one of his oldest friends aside from Cloe and he’s incapable of not being just a little bit in his business. There hadn’t really been any move made to cancel their usual Friday movie night and so there they were in the dark living room, the original Nosferatu on screen and Kay’s draped over the couch, head propped up on an elbow as he looks to the vampire in the chair adjacent to the couch. His girlfriend isn’t home, the witch, and so it’s just them in the big dark house. With the daily off day dose of weed and hint of demon blood in his system just to take the edge off, he’s feeling more than a little wordy, they have a lot of ground to cover and an entire afternoon.

[elmira-kent]

“I have fresher ones by the counter.” The shop is big, she does make a point to at least glance at what everyone is looking at. The rather tall vampire has been looking over bundles of black roses for a hot minute and she wonders if that’s the determining factor. They’re pretty, carefully curated in her garden back home. Other shops might use dyes, Elmira was smarter than that, she’d gotten magic involved in the very soil she planted them. “I thought I’d get ahead for fall this year, I have far too many of them.” @caspermhahn​

[marcellabelanades]

Mornings are different now, they’ve been an adjustment. Casper doesn’t have any need for sleep, she herself is on vacation and so she will sleep in as long as she likes. There's a few mornings where she awakes and he’s not home or he’s engrossed in something in another area of the house and she simply makes herself a cup of coffee and slips into the studio. Today had been such a morning and she’s still in her nightgown, delicate silver ring in hand as she sweeps into the living room where what seems to be Cabin in the Woods is playing on the television. There’s no need to announce her presence but she does take a second to pull back her long curtain of hair and arrange it haphazardly at the base of her neck before she steps up behind the couch. “I fixed it.” Marcella says proudly, coming up behind him, her chin dropping to his shoulder as she leans over the couch and presents the silver daylight ring. The problem with living with someone who wore her pieces was that she was constantly scrutinizing them, finding little things to perfect. There was a section of the band that just wasn’t as burnished as she’d like, the intertwined metal branches had looked too pristine. @caspermhahn​