#df.starter

[graevstone]

' distract me ? i think i just saw my brother snort something, and i'm trying not to crash out about it. '

[tragedylaceds]

"history repeats itself," over and over again. Mikael knew there would be youthful naivete wherever he went given his own stern outlook on life, but still he enjoyed just being around them, just to watch them squirm, just to watch them make a terrible, terrible mistake. There were a few too reckless to even acknowledge his presence, bumping into him, offering him a drink or two, none of which were laced with vampire blood. "a shame, to see their youth going to waste, just like that. Don't you think?"

[graevstone]

the coaxing scent of blood still lingers in the air, practically coating the back of stefan's throat like the phantom touch of a lover. but he's stronger than his temptations now; he ignores the ache, focuses his attention on check-ins with the party guests still lurking around the scene, either waiting for their rides or for more information or for the police back-up to surrender them from questioning. ' hey. you okay ? '