#lavinia001

[yaren-avci]

@laviniahq​:

    what a joke. lavinia was sure that she could take most of them out if she wanted to yet her personality didn’t fit the mold enough for xavier to recommend her for the team. she wasn’t good with people but if she could efficiently ‘save’ them by casually interjecting then what was the issue? in her opinion, it was just another old man trying to take control over the world and she wasn’t about to entertain it. frowning, lavinia blinked. “who? i thought he was called elliott.” she deadpanned. “no, i had this friend. well, not friend but someone who i kept running into and he greatly annoyed me and now he’s not around to annoy me anymore… and his ‘friends’ were on oprah.” she used quotations for that word as she didn’t really have any - the only one she had really had was with yaz and she had chosen to distance herself from it. “listen, lady. i’m just trying to enjoy myself. bit of a pointless party considering recent disasters but i’ll leave them to it.”

Yaren begins to suspect she’s going to develop a bit of a ‘don’t you know who I am?’ personality, because that’s sort of her response when this woman calls her ‘lady’. She’s sort of torn between feeling ruffled (like, this is Yaren’s party, and this woman doesn’t know who she is?) and amused, because... how can she have missed it? Or maybe she is aware, and just wants Ren to know that she’s not actually as important as all that.

Either way, Ren’s going to act unphased.

“Oh, right, the Essex House thing?” Okay, this woman’s kind of a psychopath if a not-friend has died and the main reason she’s upset is because he’s no longer around for her to be rude to. “Well, hey, if fighting is more your scene than skee-ball and balloon popping, I can hold my own in an arm wrestle. Be nice if everyone could have some fun today. What’s your name, by the way?”

[reidgriffin]

closed starter for @laviniasaiz​

Bright, golden light filtered through the window and flickered across Reid’s face. He fought the instinct to flinch away and glanced down at the ring on his finger, twirling it around several times before shouldering through the doors of the Blood Center and out into the light of the day. He buzzed with renewed strength, taking in a lungful of the fresh afternoon air.

And every muscle in his body stiffened at the scent that rocked him.

It shouldn’t have been so familiar to him. It belonged to another lifetime, a dull, muted version instead of this sickly sweet that tugged at his insides and washed over him like ice water. It wasn’t possible. And yet--

With remarkable speed, he turned on his heel and chased after it. Curiosity, he told himself. It was only the need to know that propelled him forward. Some long, dormant part of him was waking up, rounding a corner as the scent grew stronger. His hands were fists at his side, his body shaking. He felt alive in a way he hadn’t in many years.

And then he saw her. An echo of an unpaid debt, the brutality of their last night-- the scent of her wrapped its warm fingers around his throat. Several long strides was all it took before they were face to face. And there she was. His brother’s murderer. The woman who still tormented his nightmares and ruled his dreams. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl. The part of him he’d thought had died at her hand was suddenly resurrected with startling ferocity.

“Lavinia.” A beat. “It’s been a while.”