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[valentinawakens]

[ TEXT ]: I can’t believe I haven’t dropped off your birthday gift yet. [ TEXT ]: Do you forgive me?

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[taurusleads]

Private Time || Taurus&Juno

       “Oh, I mean...why not? What’s one dance?” Taurus supposed when one of the managers caught him sitting by the stage a little bored, early in the usual shifts of the dancers. Hardly anyone was there and the night hadn’t really begun but it was something for the werewolf alpha to do. It wasn’t like he intended to date while he was in the town so...some fun would be nice, even if it was simply over the clothes fun that he paid for. “Yeah, set me up with a private dance,” he agreed.

         The manager lead him to one of the private rooms, told him to wait and he’d send in one of his girls who did the best at getting customers out of their sour moods. Was his face that obvious that he wasn’t exactly gleeful lately? It wasn’t like he was angry or even sad, he was just sort of bummed that all this stuff with his daughter was...well, not like the movies. He figured he’d just know it was her and she’d know it was him and she’d be so happy to finally know her dad. Instead he had no fucking clue if she was his and life was...complicated.

          Taking a seat Taurus’ legs spread apart immediately, man spreading even when the space was all his, fingers tapping against his legs as he waited.

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[valentinawakens]

Just Vibes || Len&Juno

          If Valentina was to make her threats to Beau clear she knew she needed to do more than simply speak them allowed. Telling him she would kill his descendants were he not to help her find her true companion would do little more than worry him if she did not have the effort to back it up with. So she had sought out his lineage, aware they would be close to him, and stumbled upon one. Juno. 

           Looking at her now, having followed her into a small store, she noted how pretty Juno was, much prettier than her long long long long long long lost grandfather or whatever he was exactly to her, and so Len hoped she would not have to kill her to get her point across. If she did though... “Excuse me, I need to know where you got your top,” Len stated as she tapped the much younger woman on the arm. “I just moved here and I am having the worst time finding cute things.” All true. Jeans were a marvel but somehow fabrics had become much weaker and cheap? Though she wasn’t quite sure if she actually would seek out a shirt like Juno’s she knew compliments tended to be an easy way to disarm people.

         “Your whole vibe is just stunning.” Vibe. She’d learnt that word recently and hoped she was using it correctly.

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[devilishevangeline]

Location: Evan’s House Who: Juno

       Before her brother Noah left to go defend the world --- or whatever it is he’s doing -- he was hopelessly in love with a girl named Juno. Evan could see how happy she made him and could feel the excitement all the way in her room whenever he would write her another love letter. She wasn’t much a writer herself, but she remembers very vividly that her brother wrote like he was running out of time. And, now that she looks back at it, he was. After 2 years of dating, Noah broke it off with Juno for he didn’t want her to wait around for him when he didn’t know when -- or if -- he would be back. What no one really knew, though, was that he still wrote her letters. 2 years stationed in Iraq were filled with thoughts of her and he did everything he could to let her go. He wrote letter after letter that he never sent and then tucked away in his childhood desk, never to be seen again.       Until Evan came back, that is. She found her brother’s letters while cleaning out his room to make in to a study and her heart dropped slightly. Oh how she wished she could see him again. Without a second thought, she shot off a text message to Juno. She got lost in thought for a moment and was ruffling through the letters when a knock could be heard through the small house. Hurrying down stairs, letters in hand, she didn’t hesitate before opening the door. “What took so long?” she joked, fingers brushing her brother’s handwriting.