#rumancekwitch

[sanguinesinners]

@rumancekwitch continued from here <3

It was quite clear what Peter intended, the moment Allie had shifted slightly upon the bench once he made a reference to 'snow white' which was fucking true, but he didn't want to prod further with talking 'compliments and sheeit' - Instead, he gave out a small hum before diverting his gaze back to the creature who seemed endeared by the woman.

Ocean hues had flickered and Rumancek's mind went into a meltdown as soon as Allie had seemed to read his mind and reciprocate with him, the rush of heat hit his body, despite it already being hot due to what he was.

"Uh...I mean..." His words were a mess, just like his fucking thoughts, he wasn't quite sure how he wanted to say what was coursing through him "-Is it what you want?" He asked, his courage to finally speak coherently.

Peter wasn't one to shy away all too much, he knew what he was after but was hesitant in taking what he wanted to claim, or rather, be close to. His blues were trained on her lips before he slowly leaned in, his warm hand now ghosting Allie's cheek, thumb finally pressing against her skin - And with that, he leaned in to connect his lips against hers, he was soft and tender...But he would be lying if he said he didn't want to sweep her off her feet and to his trailer to fuck her silly.

wolf talking or not, he was hungry, yet patient.

[edhellfire86]

@rumancekwitch

Peter was late. Eddie was already blaming Roman in his head. It was always Roman. He could have gone to his trailer to wait for Peter but doing it now was awkward. He'd walked in, as he did, and sat on the couch only for Peter's cousin to walk out of the bathroom and sit in the living room with him. Getting up and leaving would be rude so Eddie sat there and subjected himself to Destiny's questioning.

The first thing Eddie noticed about Destiny was that she was hotter in person than in pictures. The second thing he noticed was that she was way too protective over Peter. This was twenty questions and Eddie had not signed up for it. What's your name? How'd you meet? How close are you with Peter? How much do you know? The questions were dizzying.

"You always ask this many questions?"

@edhellfire

[upirprince]

❝Nothing you do makes any sense to me, so why are you still here?❞

“I’m here for Peter.” Roman said flatly, staring down at her with his hands in his pockets. It wasn’t like he ever came by Destiny’s place for anything else, ever since she’d decided he wasn’t good enough for her precious baby cousin. “Are you going to tell me where he is, or are you going to ask nothing but useless questions all day?”

[sanguinesinners]

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With the so called finished paperwork that was gently placed at the edge of Godfrey's desk, his large hues had scanned them over before he finally moved to sit in his chair, letting out a casual sigh before clicking his tongue, in intrigue.

"Great - Seems like you're settling in just fine" He finally disturbed the silence that had surrounded them within his office, his fingers entwined with each other, and he managed a small smile which could only indicate an appeased demeanour.

"Any enquiries at all whilst you're here? Or are you alright to be given more paperwork?" Roman knew what files and paperwork were a drag, but he had to guide his staff somehow, especially if their role was specifically a secretary.

"Must admit this is all gonna be a pain in the balls, even for you, But I don't pay you to just fucking look pretty and shit, I pay you to do as much as you can here"

That was true, this was business and if he was looking for pleasure? Well he'd just look in his usual locations for some fun, whether that involved clubs, alleyways or a dingy hotel room - Roman liked to keep everything detached, just so he could stay slightly sane. most of the time anyways.

[sanguinesinners]

@rumancekwitch continued from here x

The evening fucking sucked, Godfrey was more frustrated and pissed than he was intoxicated, with a small glass of whiskey in one hand, the other was occupied with a cigarette which he had slowly took to his lips, taking a long drag.

He wished he never asked the bitch in the first place - That was all that was haunting his head at the time.

Although Roman could handle his liquor more than anyone else he'd known, he seemed to regret doing so when morning came...

Wiping his forehead and feeling his skin perspire, he knew a damn slight hangover was about to make it's way to bullshit his day. What was worse was having to deal with Pryce and Allie for the day.

Striding into Godfrey Industries, in his usual smart attire, though he always looked like he was attending a fucking funeral, He didn't even dare to glance over at Allie, whether she was sat at her desk or not, he focused on getting to his office. Trevor knew what was in store for him today, his nervous and timid demeanour was enough to prove just what Roman's mood was, and the way he would order the poor man about through the phone might of made the Upir have another visit from HR.

He didn't give a fuck, large hooded eyes were fixated to some light paperwork on his desk, hoping it would stay this fucking silent for majority of his day.