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[loredrops]

— ⟡ @rxnatx liked this for an angsty one liner

"  are  you  really  picking  them  over  me?  "

[callmewhenyougetthis-a]

@rxnatx // soleil x lorenzo

"Umm, are you kidding me?" Soleil scoffed, retrieving her ID back from the bartender. These speakeasies in the outskirts of town were always a little stricter when it came to the bars in downtown New Orleans. Sweet Southern accent protested: "I don't know how much clearer I can make it. I'm 24, this is a real ID. I didn't wait three friggin' hours at the DMV just for some big Chris Evans-wannabe to say it's fake."

The bartender lifted his brow and looked down at the shorter girl, puffing up his chest. "You're lucky I don't toss you outta here, kid. So what'll you have? A Shirley Temple or nothin'?"

With a sigh, she shoved her ID back in her wallet and responded, "Fine. I'll have a Shirley Temple, please." Though her words were sweet, her voice was dripping with sarcasm. Maybe if she pretended hard enough, the Sprite and grenadine could give her a little bit of a head buzz. Begrudgingly, she took the drink from the bartender and turned around with every intention of headed back to her table with her friends until she noticed someone sitting at the bar staring at her.

Of course. It was a hot guy. He probably watched the whole altercation with the bartender go down, too. She already had a tough time meeting guys at the bar in comparison to her other, prettier friends—and now she was at even more of a disadvantage, perceived as a babyface.

Soleil approached him, taking the stool beside him and figuring she'd address the elephant in the room before it simmered. "So, I'm guessin' you saw all that?"

[faithdevotion]

@rxnatx plotted starter [erik/veronica]

There were many questions brought forward by the human mind about the meaning of immortality. Prior to any belief opposing that, death was a fact — at some point, life would fade without any notice or warning. However, the existence of immortality through beings that fed from human blood and shaped themselves into bats at some point changed everything that concerned the end of life for Erik, which was the meaning behind his approach to the coven.

It was a world where humans and vampires weren't allowed to engage in deeper connections. It was wise to call out the fact governments forbid any attempts at immortality forced by religious leaders spread around the world. But, did that stop those seeking any form of making their lives eternal from reaching them? No, because they believed they were meant to keep people into believing they were cults to worship anything against life itself. Erik was one of them. As a former spy, he knew how institutions and organisations worked.

He was enthralled by the presence of Veronica. He towered over her easily, but Erik was respectful and even submissive to what she commanded him to do as part of his final test to become one of them. He sat beside her inside one of the rooms in the ancient building they were in, gaze lingering on her. "How am I doing, Vero?" He asked with a deep voice.

[writermuses]

closed starter for @rxnatx

Dates weren't a frequent thing in Jack's life. Blind dates even less so. Tinder had been his go-to when bored or sexually frustrated. Expectations were always low with Tinder, but a blind date where someone thought he'd be a good match for another person always intimidated him. It was an employee at his gym that set him up with Darcy. As he towered over the entrance of restaurant he gave a nervous wave, trying to remember to smile. Smiling was something that never came naturally outside of the safe space of his gym. He hoped she wouldn't be frustrated by that or take it the wrong way. Pulling the door open for her he offered a soft, "I hope you found the place all right. I know it's seems like a hole in the wall restaurant, but it's the best food in town, I swear."

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@rxnatx liked this for a one line starter.

" i  didn’t  mean  to  hurt  your  feelings,  i  just  have  a  lot  on  my  plate. "

[loredrops]

— ⟡ @rxnatx liked this for an angsty one liner

“  I  told  you  not  to  get  too  close  to  me.  ”

[faithdevotion]

@rxnatx plotted starter [polly/salvatore]

"Reservation under the name of Campbell."

A smile painted upon Polly's rosy coloured plump lips as the front desk receptionist handed her a card to access the room where, surely, her companion was expecting her. Words of gratitude were given to the service worker before she made her way to the elevator. Pressing the button that leaf to the ninth floor, she undid some of the buttons on her coat and ran her fingers through her golden locks, lingeeie underneath her coat chosen for the occasion. There was a thrill in all of this situation. Something the blonde had never experienced, but it was oddly satisfying; the fake names to conceal identities, the evenings spent in the luxurious hotel filled with passion and release with a man she'd met a few months back, but was the one leading her into a world she hadn't met, even if her occupation involved hearing & seeing even the most obscure realities.

No private information was given, nor was prying into his affairs needed to spend quality time with him before they both returned to lead their lives. The last few months, every Friday evening, had been the same: arriving at the room, sex for a few hours, and then the exchange on what Polly had gathered on Raphael's person of interest. There were no strings attached, but feelings were off the table, which made their intimacy thrilling and enjoyable, allowing themselves to explore different tastes and aspects of sex.

Polly hovered the card over the card reader next to the door after the elevator reached the floor. A green light, along with a beeping sound, was heard, prompting her to open the door and walk in. As she closed the door behind her, she caught the sight of Raphael standing with body turned towards the windows. Heels clicked against the floor covered in a white carpet, placing her bag on the table near the bed. "Hey." She approached him from behind, hands sliding over his waist, fingers tapping his belt as her gaze fixed on the view of the city. "It's a nice setting. Certainly gives me ideas..." She purred in his ear, slowly taking a step back.

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only eleven am, and luka had already poured himself a drink for the day. brown liquor swirled in his crystal glass, as she entered. " so when were you going to tell me you were defending caesar and his guys? " she wasn't even five feet inside the home before the words left his mouth. having to find the information from one of his men wasn't exactly how luka wanted to start his day. | @rxnatx