#dyson.

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“ how long has it been this time ?? ” the wolf-shifter questioned once he recognised who the man actually was.  “ 100 ??  200 years ?? ” when you were as old as they were , your math tended to be a little off.

closed starter for @roguishlyxdangerous​

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starter for emmett or jason !! ( @himboner​. ) sc.

“why don’t you stop thinking about it and just join me? the seat’s free.”  truthfully, dyson hadn’t been certain if the other male had wanted to join him at the bar or not, but it was his way of making the first move without using a pickup line.

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starter for damon !! ( @storiesung. ) sc.

Being sent to Northern Virginia to assist on a string of homicides gave Dyson the excuse he needed to visit Mystic Falls.  He hadn’t been in those parts since the late 1800s when he spent several pleasurable months with the enticing Salvatore brothers, two gorgeous ( and very, very insatiable ) wealthy boys who were turned vampire by their shared sadistic lover.

Given how old they each were, they’d met again several times over the last two centuries.  But it was Damon that Dyson had the habit of ‘running into’ most, every couple decades or so.  It made sense, especially given Damon’s penchant for travel and constant need for excitement.  But in truth, the alpha had managed to make most of those occasions happen through his own devices -- actively seeking the other out when the desire to came.

“I was wondering how long it would take to run into you again,” said the wolf shifter to the vampire once he sensed his presence.  His back was still turned to the other male as he continued to glance down at the vampire’s ‘human’ headstone.  It was only fitting the two would meet again in a cemetery.  They’d fucked in the same cemetery almost a hundred years prior. 

When he finally turned around, Dyson just smirked. “Hello, Damon.”