#northfang

[buglesgirlfriday]

@northfang​ said: " what's your preference of wine ? Red , white , or sparkling ? "

she wants to say neither, not particularly eager to accept a drink in this building or while on the job. but there’s a look in his eyes and if she was honest with herself she couldn’t help but be nervous around vampires. “white,” she takes the seat across from him, leaning back and taking her notepad out of her satchel. “only a small glass, if you will, i am at work after all.” she offers a small smile, no need to show him her stress.

[iithildim]

@northfang​  asked:  (     rain     )  :          for     eric     to    let     hedona     in     from     a     storm     outside (  ACTIONS  |  ACCEPTING  )

⧼ ☾✦ ⸻ She  was  normally  rather  good  at  avoiding  a  storm.  The smell in the air warning her, the rustling of trees giving her signs it was time to find shelter. YET  THE  ELVEN  WOMAN  SEEMED  TO  HAVE  MISFORTUNE. She found herself standing in the human village, no  mortal  how  curious  would  let  her  in  their  home.    ❝  Ind.  ❞  She insulted the humans in her native language, as the loud roar of thunder echoed through the skies, she laid against a door, trying her best to stay out of the cool water droplets that rained from the sky. THE  DOOR  HAD  SUDDENLY  OPENED  and not even the elven balanace and grace could save Hedona’s weight she had laid upon that door, as the brunette as wet as a drench rat, fell straight to her back.  her eyes focused to see male staring down at her, her eyebrows knitted as she stared straight back up him.    ❝ Pessas nin! ❞   She quickly stated as she sat up from the floor, with quite the chuckle.     ❝ I do apologise for my intrusion, but I must admit I have never been so grateful for someone to open their door   ...  THE  STORM   IS  QUITE  NASTY  TONIGHT, that it even covers the moon’s beautiful silver light. ❞      ⧽

[ghostwalking]

the humidity of louisiana made londyn feel disgusting. even in the cool, dark night, the air felt moist. but her saving grace was the bar someone had told her about as she had dinner a few hours previous with a protentional client. 

while inside didn’t have the humidity as the air outside did, she was a bit surprised by the décor. while she had heard things about the place from her client, she thought it was a joke. partially at least. it was nothing like the high class bars she was used to in new york, but she was more than willing to try something at least once, even if the atmosphere of the place was odd to her. 

londyn sat herself at the bar, eyeing the drinks she had noticed people sipping at. a brow raised slightly but overall not all that interested. ❝ vodka on the rocks please. ❞ // @northfang s.c

[jrbbit]

@northfang: " so when are we going on a real date ? "  

           “   i   wasn’t   aware   a   date   was   part   of   the   package   deal.   ”

                Sideways   smirk   is   offered,   glancing   over   her   bare   shoulder   at   the   man   lying   on   the   bed   next   to   her,   she’ll   rise   up   tangled   in   sheets,   move   to   her   vanity   to   catch   a   glimpse   of   her   hair   (   a   wild   mess   of   fiery   red,   Jess   should   never   be   seen   as   anything   but   perfection   ).   For   a   moment,   she   ponders   his   statement   with   idle   curiosity,   turning   on   her   heel   to   glance   at   him   with   a   slight   cant   of   her   head.

                A   date.   Gentlemen   like   him   seldom   want   dates   (   or   if   they   do,   and   that   is   often   the   case,   it’s   simply   to   parade   her   around   like   a   trophy   ).   Ladies   like   her   are   born   to   be   desired   and   worshiped,   but   never   touched,   never   caressed.   Never   loved.   She   often   remembers   the   words   of   an   older   starlet   she   used   to   work   with   when   she   first   began   her   ascending   career   -   you’re   like   a   high   couture   dress,   Jess;   once   they’ve   managed   to   own   you,   they   won’t   care   about   you   anymore.   Just   leave   you   in   the   back   of   their   wardrobe.   But   won’t   it   be   pretty   how   they   will   do   anything   to   have   you   in   the   first   place?

                  “   i   don’t   need   two   hours   to   get   ready,   in   case   you   were   wondering,   ”   she   smiles   at   last   (   one   cannot   tell   if   it’s   genuine,   or   she’s   just   grown   too   good   at   pretending   )   ,   a   small   twirl   on   her   feet   will   lead   her   to   her   many   garments   neatly   hanging   inside   her   wardrobe,   and   she   will   withdraw   a   sundress,   tallest   white   heels   to   match   -   never   less   than   perfect,   “   if   you   give   me   ten   minutes,   i   can   indulge   you   in   a   coffee   date.   I   wouldn’t   want   to   offend   you,   mr.   northman,      and   lose   the   chance   to   keep   singing   at   your   club.   ”

[ekbatdesebat]

@northfang​ must find the fifth element

She was an odd sight in any day and age but perhaps especially wandering through the cold snow of Sweden her bright orange hair standing out as brightly as blood against the pale, the black smoke from her ship’s crash still visible on the horizon. She looked almost like a ghost when she ran toward a tall, strange human. “Givo’mana, givo’mana!” She insisted clearly distressed. “Mo boom.” She pointed to the smoke. “Dot- vigo?”

[huntedvideo]

                    ‘ i like watching people, but i don’t like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. i am tired, ’     @northfang.

[drkroots-a]

@northfang​ said: " what's going on . . ? You're looking a bit hairy . " / Jaime Jensen

          cleaning out the memes

               Brows knitted together as eye contact was made at the strange comment the other had made. “Excuse me?” Throat was cleared, hand placed over chest, a subconscious motion. “What exactly do you mean by that?”

[drkroots-a]

@northfang​ said: " don't look at me like that , unless you want trouble . " / Xavier olivarria

          cleaning out the memes

               Hands were raised to head level, the shorter ( and human ) of the two men taking several steps back. “Hey, I’m not here to start shit that I can’t finish, man. I was just wondering if you’ve seen someone I was looking for.” Sheepish smile followed. “Surely you can spare me ten seconds of your time?”