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I originally painted this with Auguste in mind but he can be Laurent too ~ @ginevre is this good enough? Lol

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Soooooo I forgot to say I finished my first commission~ some fanart for a lover of Japanese videogames <3 ありがとうございます日本 

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Heavy is the head that wears the crown.....otherwise known as supreme neck pain. @scdoss07 on Instagram

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It’s not entirely what I wanted but I’m setting it down haha An older Damianos waiting for his husband during a trip back to Vere.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Cain grumbled the whole way to Bering’s office. He started out of Abel’s room to do his part while the others waited until the breach alert provided a distraction. He was not feeling any better as his hamstrings were officially complaining about the day’s events.

“The things I do for that little twat,” he complained. “It’s not enough that I treat you to something nice and defend you from the biggest fuckhead holding all the leashes, I have to make sure he doesn’t let the wild dogs slip as your—”

“Could you lower the volume? I’m not sure Bering’s heard you yet,” Keeler sassed behind him.

If Cain were a lesser being he would have flailed in surprise, but his pride merely sent a glare at the blond and his braid. “What do you want? You don’t trust me even after recruiting me?”

Keeler had an unnervingly natural way of smiling, as if he could do it as easily over tea or over a corpse. This was only proven by his reply, “As much as I enjoy seeing my partner’s strengths, it’s my turn to threaten you.”

Cain’s mouth twisted to the side in a pout as Keeler strode alongside him. “Aren’t you worried about unwanted listeners?”

Keeler’s head cocked to the side ever so slightly as if he was listening and he peeked behind them. “Vampires are in class and the humans sleep.”

Cain made a gruff sound in the back of his throat. “It’s really unsettling how you can do that.” When Keeler gave him an inquiring look he elaborated, “That whole vampire mental thing; the way you can sense each other.”

Keeler nodded. “A common complaint for humans, but it hardly helped in Selene’s case.”

This puzzled Cain, and he voiced as much. “What do you mean? He’s a vampire. How did you miss that?”

Keeler’s expression was the epitome of stressed patience. “Of course I knew he was a vampire. It helped that he was rogue and seeking nourishment. The problem was that he has so little pure blood that he was able to go rogue.”

“I’m getting real tired of this technical shit,” Cain declared. “Are you telling me that pros like you can’t go rogue? Why did Abel take a chunk out of my neck then?”

Keeler took a long time retying the end of his braid before he responded, “You might care to recall that Abel was not violent. Starving, but not violent.”

Cain rolled his eyes. “Congratulations. You’re literally so aristocratic you can’t be bothered to succumb to basic, animalistic urges. No wonder you guys are practically extinct.”

Keeler laughed. “Says the wolf among the dogs. Why do you think Bering likes you so much?”

The hunter’s scowl cracked into a grimace. “I’d rather not think about it.”

“Perhaps you should,” Keeler suggested cryptically.