#jay: 001

[beauwolfsong]

who: @jayparkv where: jukebox junction

The music flowed through Jukebox Junction, prompting Beau to tap his toes in time with the rhythm. He wrapped his fingers around his rum and coke, glancing around at the patrons at the bar. The full moon had just passed, bringing Beau a sense of relief. On full moon nights, he typically isolates himself to avoid any chance of harming a human, preferring the safety of seclusion and chains. Tonight, with the moon's power waning, he felt more at ease, though the residual effects still lingered.

In the days leading up to and following the full moon, Beau experienced heightened libido, a side effect of his werewolf nature. Recently, he had managed to satisfy these urges, but tonight, he was struggling to find the person he usually turned to. As he scanned the faces in the bar, his eyes locked onto a familiar one. Beau's pupils dilated, and without breaking his gaze, he downed his drink and signaled the bartender for two more. Once served, he grabbed the glasses and made his way over to the vampire who had captured his attention.

Approaching from behind, Beau leaned in close to Jay's ear. "I thought I smelled soil, rosemary, some mint, and..." He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of Jay's skin. "Fig?" Moving in front of Jay, he placed the drink in front of him giving Jay an easy smile. "Is that new, or have I been too preoccupied to notice?"

[viviennebeaufort]

who: @jayparkv where: the golden spoon

Why would a vampire be at a restaurant? Vivienne often asked herself this, yet she found herself drawn to these places time and again. She loved watching humans live their fleeting lives, fascinated by the trivialities that occupied them. With only so many years to their name, how did they choose to spend their time? Sitting in restaurants, chatting, eating, and laughing. It was all very charming, really. The sound of their laughter and the murmur of their conversations created a comforting hum, like the distant buzzing of bees.

But beyond the charm, there was also the tantalizing scent of their clogged arteries, thick with rich, greasy food. It always made Vi's mouth water. She was outside, smoking a cigarette, her eyes half-lidded as she savored the sweet burn of the smoke, while her consorts were inside enjoying a meal that would clog their arteries perfectly for her to taste later.

As she leaned against the wall, blowing smoke rings into the foggy air, she spotted him. Jason. He was walking toward The Golden Spoon, his gait casual, that familiar smile on his face. For a moment, Vivienne felt a pang of something almost like guilt. If there was one thing she regretted, it was accidentally killing him that night. His smile had reminded her so much of Gregory’s—warm, inviting, full of life. In her frenzy, she had taken that away. But in a twisted turn of fate, she had made a new son that night.

A slow smile spread across her lips as she watched him approach, excitement bubbling up inside her. Snuffing out her cigarette with a quick twist of her heel, she moved toward him, closing the distance in a heartbeat. "Jason!" she exclaimed, her voice bright with delight. "You're here? In Raven's Peak!"

Her laughter bubbled up, light and melodic, as she looked him over, as if seeing him for the first time all over again. "I never thought I would see you again! But here you are!" The words spilled out, genuine joy coloring her tone, the past forgotten in the rush of the present moment.