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[sikvultures]

closed starter @desiresuffering

the modern world still seemed new despite how long he's lived. meeting new people was fairly easy, mortals were always drawn to his growing and popular establishment. music never failed; played non-stop -- wherever there was music stack was there either serving drinks, welcoming new mortals & non. poor things, they usually became meals by sunrise.

he knew over the years there's plenty of his kind around, all with different stories to tell. often he caught himself being a good listener, most times he simply cared not to listen. ah, there it was that familiar scent again. it hung in the air, making one his employee's hiss. "already causing trouble -- my employee's aren't your biggest fans."

[sikvultures]

closed starter @anthologicals plot : here.

"i'll never change. That doesn't mean i stopped wanting you." giving a shake of head, fangs visible and adorned with diamonds. "you are still very much stubborn -- perhaps those are the qualities i liked." As toxic as that sounded. Stack liked it, hell even missed it. Every time they crossed paths, they somehow ended on his bed the next. "Are you free, we can catch up." and so he hoped this time they had something worth talking, without tearing each other's clothes.