#duderosiers

[siircn]

@duderosiers

Naia loved being open late for multiple reasons, but one reason was dinner. Sitting in her office, door locked, windows covered, & lights low; this was a time to herself. Dinner. Such an intimate moment, usually shared with others, but how could she share her meals? For goodness sake, she’s a cannibal. In front of her was a chicken head, a few chicken hearts, one pound of raw lamb, lemon juice, a bowl with butter & spices, & three bottles of water. She was starving, having missed a chance at breakfast & only having a small lunch. She wanted to eat.

But it was one thing Naia didn't like wasting & that was the blood. She barely drank any of it, getting most of her fill from the actual meat, muscle & fat rather than the metallic-tasting liquid. She was lucky to have found her 'meal companion' as she called it, where he drank the blood & she ate her meat. It was a true symbiotic relationship if anyone needed a definition.

She'd sent him a message to meet her at the front of her cafe at 11:15pm, when the cafe closed. Customers were gone & employees were starting to trickle out. Naia walked the last two employees to the door, saying her goodbyes to them as she greeted the familiar face. "JC," she beamed & guided him in, shutting & locking the door behind him. Immediately, she started walking towards her office after motioning for him to follow her. "I hope you like lamb."

[erisnotots]

Location: The den

For: @duderosiers

Eris was feeling slightly better about his situation ever since Wyatt had come home with him. He didn't know how the infernal did it. But Eris was feeling less claustrophobic. Less afraid of being in his bed and closing his eyes. He'd been sleeping better and for longer in the few days since Wyatt had made the pact with him. He still couldn't fall asleep sober, but he was sleeping. He looked less sick already. But it didn't last. He was sort of hoping he'd run into Wyatt at the bar again, which was why he'd braved the bugs. Yet, he didn't see the blonde haired man anywhere. He did see lots of scared people. One in particular stuck out to him. He looked more sad than anything else, and Eris wondered if he was there to

Eris had gone to the bar to stock up on alcohol just in case the bugs got bad enough that he couldn't get out of his house. He could recall the last time there was some kind of something happening in town, and he'd been stuck in the college with no booze and no way to sleep. He'd been awake for days. He didn't plan on being caught out again.

But as he looked at the man again, something made him want to stop and join him. He knew his mug still wasn't very pleasant for company. He looked sick and wrong in spite of getting a few nights of sleep. He tried not to look too threatening as he sat down next to the man, keeping plenty of space between them. "Rough night?"

[matthewbaudelaire]

Location: Jean-Claude's Apartment With: @duderosiers

He felt kind of silly now, standing outside of Jean-Claude's door with the bouquet of flowers hiding behind his back. He wasn't even sure if it was a good idea or a bad idea but he just wanted to do something for Jean-Claude to help keep his mind off the fact that now things were just a little bit different between them. No more easy casual touches, they would always be laced with some memory, whether it be small or big and Matthew would wonder what exactly it was that Jean-Claude had seen and try not to worry about it, mostly for his sake, many of his memories were not good ones and many he didn't even remember, but he hoped that maybe together they could make new ones, better ones, so that in the future whenever Jean-Claude and him touched there would be no more bad memories and whenever they touched he would only see visions of what they had done together and smile fondly. If only.

"Hey," Matthew would greet once the door would open and instead of immediately leaning in to kiss him, Matthew instead now produced the bouquet of purplish flowers tied with a corresponding purple satin ribbon around the stems, bashful smile making an appearance as he offered it to Jean-Claude, "I got you flowers."

[thebellamybarnesarchive]

⌝. Construction was everywhere as Bellamy opened the door to Jean-Claude. The exterior of the estate was being slowly painted black and the interior was having certain walls moved, plumbing redone, the kitchen entirely needed fixing because it was obviously made to not actually be used and Bellamy most certainly would. There were a few rooms already completed, that had taken priority, including her bedroom and her closet, Rosita's room and the master bathroom because Bellamy needed to be able to bathe in the sunlight, even if none of her neighbours could look at how gorgeous she was any longer.

⌝ "Hey there, old timer," Bellamy smiled, gems in various shades around her throat as brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and complemented the pure white of her dress. She'd been wearing it earlier in the day for her lunch with Juan Diego, as he had won her cookies at the charity auction, and figured she would leave it on until JC got there and they could pick through her closet together. It wasn't just her look that had changed though, as she went in for a hug her scent had also matured. The vanilla and caramel scent she had been wearing for years was now elevated. Valentin had purchased her a perfume by the company that did his own, he had kept the notes of vanilla but found a scent that instead complemented it with iris, rose and violet.

⌝ "Look who finally has an actual home again," she joked because Bella had left her townhouse so long ago and while she had been staying with Nicky it had never been solidified as her home because he'd never got around to telling his family. It probably didn't look good for a doctor to be dating a vampire, who knew? Regardless she had a place she could claim as hers once again and that felt nice.

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[fionnchristie]

for: @duderosiers

location: wolf & webb’s

It was coming to the end of his shift, and Fionn had hit the point he normally did at the end, the point of tired and bored where he simply stared at the clock and hoped it would somehow go faster, defy the laws of space and time to let him out a little sooner. If anything, it seemed to go slower, the clock ticking taking longer, and him having to find things to do. He’d cleaned the entire top of the coffee machine already when the man walked in, first customer in a while, finally giving him something to look at.

Fionn could recognise the hair and the earrings from Elora’s Instagram, even if he didn’t truly know the identity of the man - his psychic abilities were by no means all knowing nor within his control, and so all he knew was that this was clearly a friend, someone she was close to. All the more reason to give stellar customer service, more than his usual disinterested vibe, and where most customers might get a half asleep glance from Fionn this man got a slight wave and a “hey,” true effort put in on Fionn’s part. “Can I help…?”

[cass-evans]

for: @duderosiers

location: pawnland

The bell on the door had announced Cass' presence already, but even if it hadn't, he wasn't exactly popping in for a quick browse and would have probably declared his arrival at any rate. Which he proceeded to do, approaching the counter and leaning against it, cutting straight to the point of the visit, "hey, I got some random inheritance shit to get rid of." Proceeding to dump the plastic bag he had been holding right onto the counter, jewellery spilling out haphazardly in tangled chains, he tilted his head to one side as if waiting for an instant appraisal, as if expecting that to be enough time or explanation. "You want any of it?" He asked pointedly, absentmindedly sliding back a ring which had been in danger of throwing itself entirely off of the counter and onto the shop floor. "Don't suppose it's worth anything." But he had Alejandro on his ass about debts adding up, and he could use any cash at this point.

[sirensofiaarchive]

Underground Club || JC&Sofia

        When Sofia told JC that the club was beneath an old Oak stump she had been quite literal in that but also perhaps not descriptive enough for JC to be prepared for the literal nature of her words. The old and large oak stump was on the outskirts of Descray as one began to head towards the Hollowed forest and had an archway entrance carved out of it that everyone was lined up in. Sofia, of course, had no intention of standing in line, despite the fact it was relatively short as it was a weekday night, and was sure as she stepped out of her nineteen seventies Dodge Challenger that JC would feel much the same way.

        Heavy platform heels moving over the dirt ground she looked to her companion, a strong wing liner with dark false lashes complimented the black dress she wore, reflecting the moons light. “It’s fully sound proofed down there, just wait until we get inside, it’s a whole other world,” she mused, which it almost was - certainly it was another realm beneath the oak stump. Even drawing upon it JC would likely notice that it was no simple tree stump, veins in it’s wood that were golden, liquid and shimmering as light reflected off it, and the stump even seemed to breath, like it moved ever so slightly with each entrance of another person.

          “Let’s get a few drinks in us before we talk, because I need to have at least one drink in me before I tell you the dumb thing I did,” Sofia insisted, aware there would both likely have dumb fucking stories to tell one another.

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[marsdenlee]

Location: A lonely road at night Who: @duderosiers

Mars let out a little smile that peeked up on one side of his mouth than the other, phone in his hand illuminating his face with its white-blue glow, reading a recently received text message that made him grin lopsided and then he lifted his head to glance around himself quickly, checking to see if anyone was nearby to watch him grinning at his phone. Luckily, no one was around that he could see so he hung his head back down and grinned at the screen as if the person who sent him the text could somehow see his response through virtual phone osmosis. He pushed up the plastic bag that hung from the crook of his elbow, baby wipes that he’d ran out of unexpectedly and needed to grab quickly from the store down the street while his neighbor watched his now seven month old at his apartment, both waiting for his return. 

He was about to type out a reply to the text he’d received when he stepped and his foot didn’t hit the pavement. He’d reached the curb before realizing it and descended suddenly, other leg promptly trying to rush forward to catch the displaced weight, stumbling forward, phone clattering out of his hands against the road. He did manage to catch himself without absolutely face planting but groaned audibly at the face down phone in the middle of the crossing. “Aw, fuck,” he bursted out a breath and said a silent prayer to the phone gods that when he picked it up the screen wouldn’t be absolutely shattered. Mars stooped, bending at the knees to crouch down, fingers pressed around the edges of the phone as he slowly lifted it, comically, dramatically peeking through squinted eyes to glance at the screen when he quickly flipped it over. “Thank you, phone gods,” he blew out relief and brought the object closer to further inspect it. Good job phone case.