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[mistressxgrace]

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Anye sighed to herself ran her hand through her hair. This year was suppose to be better but she’d already put her foot in it. It sucked. She wished she could go back in time and slap her past self before she made a stupid decision.

She’d never really had regrets before, a being that was immortal couldn’t afford to spend an eternity wishing they hadn’t done something but this was like a knife to her chest. It was all she could really think about, all she wanted to do was make it right.

But she said she’d keep her distance. She’d just have to wait for Sam to come around and talk to her again—which was painful.

“Thank you.” She murmured, reaching out to take the cup of tea from the server of the coffee shop. She took a small sip and wrinkled her nose before going over to the stand to add some milk and sugar.

Right now however, she had to catch up with her studies before she fell behind and became more of a disappointment, best head to the library and start on that paper that was overdue.

With drink in hand Tenanye made her way to the door, unfortunately with her head in the clouds she wasn’t watching where she was going and walked straight into someone as she opened the door—spilling hot tea down the both of them.

“Oh bollocks, sorry.” She hissed, jumping back and patting at her dress, trying to soothe the sting against her skin.

Chin lifted, Grace made her way down the sun dapple streets of the island. Violet eyes were very aware of her surroundings, posture was impeccable, arms swinging casually but not in a sloppy way. Ruby lips graced those she knew with a smile, the vampiress the very picture of effortless confidence. This was much more like it..

Ever since that ridiculous spell during New Year’s, when she had somehow been reduced to a simpering mess of insecurities, Grace had found it necessary to make certain that everyone knew she was quite back to normal, thank you very much. Was she trying too hard? Perhaps. But that was slightly more favorable than anyone thinking that her body actually possessed a self-conscious bone. 

Destination in sight, she quickened her steps just slightly. Grace had decided to indulge in her cravings, and ordered a box of specialty blood-filled truffles from the bakery. The wolf owner had of course been over-accommodating when she had requested a rare blood. ‘No’ did not seemed to be in the woman’s vocabulary, and bossing her around had only helped in getting more of her old self back.

Reaching for the door at the same time as it was opened, the brunette jumped back as she was suddenly slammed into, and hot tea spilled down her front. Seeping into her fine vintage Givenchy dress. A hiss left her, eyes spitting amethyst fire as she looked up, ready to lay into whoever had been so clumsy. When she saw who it was though, her anger evaporated. 

“Tenanye? Are you quite alright dear?”

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[dhanilyman]

Could Be Worse | Dhani & Tenanye

The tense night with Keith had left it’s mark. Dhani had been nervous coming into work, but managed to avoid Keith a bit. However his arm was still healing. Cutting himself with a pop tab across his forearm was a terribly stupid thing to do. Maybe not even the dumbest thing he had done here, but up there. And he hadn’t the courage to go to Quinten to have his arm healed. He would, but not just yet. The bandage was clean, however, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen anyway for it. But it was throbbing again, even with some pain medication, washing dishes and carrying trays and mixing drinks wasn’t helping. But it could be worse.

“Shit,” A pain shot through his arm just as he was thinking that, dropping the tray of half empty dirty glasses. He knelt down, carefully picking up the shards of glass.

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[mistressxgrace]

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     The Mead release at the beach last night had put her in high spirits despite the shackles on her limbs. She hated the feeling of them and the clink of the chain but she pushed it aside after all she’d promised Samuel that she’d be on her best behaviour for the event and not provoke anyone.

She never made promises she wouldn’t keep. Her word was her bond and to her for Samuel it was more binding than the shackles and chains that held her.

She stood with her head high, her make up perfect and her hair in loose waves down her back. There was still glitter on her skin from her dancing and outfit last night.

She waited to be approached, but said nothing until she was, not wanting to outwardly draw too much attention to herself. She was playing this smart.

“Hello.” She said with a small dip of her head.

Well..this was rather interesting. Grace remembered the slave lotteries that the island had held not so very long ago. They had really upped the ante since then, now putting the slaves on display. She of course had to see this for herself. The vampiress had been battling the dual sides of herself since the storm, the goodness that had been brought out in her lately fighting for dominance over the vicious predator that she had missed being.

The woman was an interesting mix of both right now, as she strolled purposefully and leisurely through the ballroom. Violet eyes searched for Avery and Lewis, but also didn’t hesitate to admire whoever happened to be in her line of vision. 

Flame red hair caught her eye, and she simply had to pause for this one. “Hello to you as well darling. How are you, lovely Anye?”

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[findingcain]

This vinyl record is made from recycled marine plastic.

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[wildblood]

“Take a bath with me?”

“Um, me?” Elliot asked pointing to himself. He took another quick sip of coffee and stood up from the stool at the island he’d been sat at. Sam and Benjie’s kitchen had the most amazing coffee Elliot had ever tasted in it. But then again he wasn’t about to say no to a bath with Anye. “Of-of course I will.” Elliot agreed and walked up to her quickly catching her hand. 

[lorddougan]

Once again, a set of letters were delivered. This time the only thing pinned to the divorce papers was a single line. ' Sign the damn papers. '

An envelope marked with only Tenanye’s name is delivered in return. Inside are the remains of a burnt set of divorce papers and a torn piece of stationary with a note.

The note says, “No.”

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[dhanilyman]

♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch

[ RP Memes: Manhandling starters ]

“Ah!” Dhani made a face, pulling his hand away from her plate of donut bites, “That’s not fair, you weren’t even looking.”

He sat down at the small table of the Southern Moon cafe, placing her cup of tea in front of her and his own in front of himself. He was surprised Anye had taken him up on the offer to come to the cafe. Maybe because he had offered to foot the bill, maybe because, if the rumors were true, they had suffered similarly in very recent weeks. But Dhani wasn’t about to bring that up with her upfront. He wasn’t sure how open she would be about it. And he didn’t think he was close enough to her to talk about lost love. He had annoyed and angered her enough to not have that privilege, but he would try and help however she needed.

[ava-montgomery]

Merry Christmas!

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