#fasincild

[mxgicum]

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Charles sat down on his blanket, Espeon resting her head on his knee. She could tell her trainer was distracted, so she did not plan on trying to pull attention. The trainer scratched his pokemon's head, watching as Fasin set up his little area. Charles was quick at setting up camp, as he had been doing it for quite some time. The other took longer, still perfecting his process. Charles wasnt often put in the situation that he was in now, and for the first time in a while, he felt the rush of the battle, still riding the high of the win now. "Do you need some help?" He offered, standing up slowly, careful not to jostle Espeon.

[sinwritten]

Some days were rougher than others. In fact, he typically didn’t like it when he had to go out in the field. There was a sense of being useful but Erik often didn’t think far enough ahead to know the compromising position he would be put in. There were always the very high chances he would have to face a gorey crime scene which wouldn’t be so bad if he wasn’t hungry nearly all the time. Living off the synthetic blood was definitely exhausting in its own right. He had a clean, morally compelled and victimless track record but his hunger was never truly satisfied with it. Today he found himself obsessing over the thought of blood and how tempting it had been to snag a snack or two on the way to visit his sire, something completely out of character for the cop. There was always distress attached to the concept of feeding, always pushing him to a state of vulnerability where he wasn’t totally confident in himself to do the right thing. That is where he knew he could lean on Fasin although it was probably burdensome for the older vampire. 

He knew he was welcomed whenever he wanted or needed the other around but there is a small sense of shame of having to run to the other whenever he needed guidance and more particularly, a steady unwavering presence to hold him down. Pushing open the door, only a small knock to indicate he was here. He figured Fasin knew he was on his way regardless. “Fasin?” His voice breaks through probably giving away the uncertainty he felt. There wasn’t much he could hide from the other and even less he wanted to hide from his maker. 

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[hxppiness--begins]

Steven took a small sip from his drink. It was only the second day into the vacation and he already kind of wanted to go home. His wife was off doing her current lover somewhere, and Evan hadn’t been seen since they landed. Which was how he’d ended up drinking with Fasin. ‘’Fuck I wish I’d done like Skye and brought a lover with me.’’ he said with a small laugh.

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[fallcnlight]

Crimson King.

Talk about a fish out of water: a demon in a blood bar? Kemuel was sure that wandering around the city warranted some inspection, but he hadn’t expected to sit down at the counter and watch as vampires either tasted the living entrees or sought for more isolated quarters to peruse such a thirst. 

Calling him adventurous did teeter into foolish territory. Kemuel felt a presence come up behind him, warranting a turn of his form while eyes swiveled to the man’s face. A vampire, perhaps? He rest an arm on the counter’s edge, “Coming for the drinks, too? Or is there something else?” he queried in a slight lilt. 

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