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@enshrcuded got a surprise starter !

when he head the front door open, alfonso had a wide smile plastered on his face. "if you say honey i'm home, i'm going back to the room." he finished plating the picadillo and then placed the pot back on the stove. "is it a beer or water type of dinner?" the half ghost was moving so much that he hadn't even properly looked at isaac's way yet. he was however wearing a kiss the chef apron with his sweat shorts. "just sit, i'll bring it to you."

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closed starter draekov x xzavulon

his time was often spent traveling, chasing after pleasures and excitement rather than wasting away in the quaint little paradise eve had created for herself-- and them. still. alexandria had been where he claimed his home was for the past two hundred years; give or take. it had almost become tradition, at this point, that whenever he returned to his sprawling estate he would host a hedonistic dinner party to celebrate his return. delicacies from all over the world, from varying species and their cultures; men, and women, at the prime of their lives eager to eager to engorge themselves on food and wine, and cum. his dinners became synonymous with sin and the celebration of it. many clamored for his attention just in hopes that they would, one day, receive an invitation for themselves so they could indulge in the vampires grace and pleasure seeking. yet even with the most delicious morsels in attendance, xzavulon was often the only draekov gave his full attention.

their relationship was long lasting, convoluted, and tangled-- and draekov wouldn't have had it any other way.

"you're either lost, pet, or you're more bold than i previously thought." stepping into the upstairs hallway of his home, the glorified orgy raging below in the dining room, draekov was surprised to find one of his snacks standing in the doorway; peaking in on his xzavulon. rather than being annoyed with them for straying, the vampire was amused. "be a good pet," he commented as he wiped some fresh blood from his lips, "and find your way back to the others. for now he's mine... but if i feel inclined to share, i'll come find you."

pushing past the guest, who stumbled away back to the party, draekov finally stepped into the grand bedroom he had told zav to wait for him in. "sorry for keeping you waiting, i had to wade through your fans. funny, they are normally desperate for my attention but tonight more of them seem drawn to you... not that i can blame them."

he didn't say it outright but there was something in his eyes, something in the way they shown in that dimly lit room as his lips threatened to hint at a smile, that said it for him. he had missed xzavulon.

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closed starter alston x carston

he hated them. humans.

they were destruction incarnate; simple creatures that had a cancerous touch; that had an unquenchable thirst and hunger for more; more; more. they killed because they could-- because they can. the live without respect for any natural order as if they think the world in it's entirety is theirs and theirs alone; they act as if they think they are gods. he spent his life chasing them out of his home, out of his forest, so that their ruinous hands wouldn't scar the lush abundance of trees; so that the ground wouldn't be littered with bones and blood left behind by their idea of sport. he would have killed them all if he could. none of them were worth consideration or redemption. until him.

alston hated humans. alston hated him.

when he was driven from his home by humans and their hubris-- he is still haunted by the roaring blaze that consumed his forest-- he sought refuge in a city all because he thought he would be there. he should have been mourning the loss of his home, of all the natural life he couldn't save, and yet he found himself consumed by cravings. he missed how he smelled; how he tasted; the sound of his voice when he spoke down to him; the feeling of his calloused fingers digging into his flesh.

alston actually thought he could find refuge with him but all he found, instead, was the reminder that humans couldn't be trusted; and that they only cared for themselves.

alexandria was supposed to be different. a haven for his kind, and other's like him... yet the first thing he noticed upon arriving was there, underneath the breeze, was the subtle scent of him.

he was here. of all the places he could be-- he was right fucking here.

trudging through the garage, picking up various tools and turning them in his hand with feigned interest just so he could drop them onto the floor with an annoying clatter, alston followed the scent of him in the air until he finally found him in a back office. for a moment the bear simply stood in the doorway, looking at carston as if he were a ghost, but any semblance of longing or caring for him quickly washed from his features with a swallow of his breath.

stepping into the man's office, the bear sauntered forward as if he owned the damn place himself and walked behind carston's desk; sitting on the edge of it, crowding the human's personal space. reaching behind himself, he pressed his index finger into the phone's receiver to hang up the phone call he was on before picking up a pen; obnoxiously, and purposefully, holding it close to carston's face as he incessantly clicked the end of it.

"you look like shit." alston grumbled, his eyes lingering on carston and threatening to betray the disdain he was trying to portray as he sat there. clicking. "then again you always did so, hey, at least your consistent."

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