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Roses & Merlot || Owen + Gwen

Thanksgiving wasn’t something Owen typically celebrated being a vampire. Food wasn’t something that he felt compelled to consume because it did nothing for him, but that didn’t mean he was going to pass up an invitation from a gorgeous woman when it was offered. Gwendolyn was a woman Owen had had his eyes on for some time now if he was being honest with himself. She was smart and sassy and sexy. He would never say no to an invite from her to enjoy dinner at her place. 

He’d spent a considerable amount of time picking out his suit and making sure his look was absolutely perfect. One he’d achieved what he’d spent another long moment deciding just what type of wine to bring. He was careful to select one that could be savored by mortals and not one that was laced with blood. That was for his own consumption. He also picked up a beautiful bouquet of red, orange, and yellow roses. They looked like a fall sunset and he felt they would be perfect for the holiday and for the beautiful woman. 

With the car parked, Owen made his way up the drive to the sizeable house. Another thing he appreciated about Gwen was that she had a tendency to be just as ostentatious as he was. The house was lavish and lovely and he enjoyed that she took pride in all that like had afforded her. His knock was firm and confident, two taps on the solid door, before stepping back to wait for it to open. 

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The Blind Angel || Mathias and Charlotte

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When God sends an Angel down to Earth, it’s not be there when a bell rings so they can obtain their wings. Mathias was there to find someone.. or maybe something. Being in the Earth’s atmosphere felt claustrophobic, though. His wings would never be able to be out, there were too many noises, and the air always smelt awful.

In the Heavens he wore heavy wings with pride and honor and let them stretch larger than his own heavily built body. Stepping his first steps on cement was strange and caused his back to ache.

But when was the last time Earth was dark? Mathias blinked his newly cloudy grey eyes but no light seeped from any corner of the blackness that overtook his vision. That’s when it came to him. God said he would find this person, this thing, not by beauty of the mortal lives but the way it made him feel. Would he become blinded by the mortal lives that he would become distracted?

So far Earth made him feel like spilling his guts and he was guessing that’s exactly what his Boss up above wanted. Taking a deep breath he took steps forward before face planting into a wall. Pursing his lips , he listened intently and heard the sounds of wooshing and horns blaring and tunneling into his ears. He must not be in a heavily populated area.

Mathias out stretched his arms and took slow steps towards the open spaces before a warm sensation graced his skin. Sunlight. He stood there, basking in the great, zen feeling that washed over him. Did humans always feel like this in the.. the sunlight? The hard and soft sounds of pattering feet zoomed by him, causing his zen feeling to dissipate and instead his heart began to pound harder and harder with every step. To the outside eye he probably seemed frazzled and confused for he was basically a newborn baby.

Oof!

A body finally came crashing into Mathias. He outstretched his hands and wobbled a few steps before instinctively searching around for whatever bumped into him. “A-Are you ok?” He piped out.

It had been a long time since Charlotte had felt as comfortable in a city as she did in Chicago. It had been the first place her sire had brought her after she had changed and throughout the years she always found her way back. She had only been home for about a month when she had taken on her role as a preschool teacher, and life had never been fuller for the vampire. 

Out running a few errands, doing things that she couldn’t do walled up within the Tower confines, one arm was carrying the reusable bags that held her many purchases over the course of the day. With her free arm, a finger rotated the daylight ring she wore on an index finger as she bobbed and weaved between people as she made her way to her final destination of the afternoon. She had a date with a four year old and her T.V. that she wasn’t looking to miss after all. And the longer it took between each destination, the longer it would be before she’d get the pleasure of the little doll’s company.

Lost in her own mind, she ran smack-dab into a man who seemed to stumble more than she did despite the difference in their heights and weights. Which, understandable considering what she was. Making a show of it, one of the bags that wasn’t carrying anything breakable in it slipped between her fingers as an noise of shock was pulled from her lips. Peering up at him, she gave him a reassuring smile before her brows pinched together. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something seemed off about the stranger.

“Oh! I’m perfectly fine. Simply dropped a bag is all. Are you okay?” she asked, concern laced in her voice as she tried to figure out just what it was about him. Tsking slightly, she bent forward hurridly to snatch the bag from the ground before some heavy-footed, rushed passerby decided it wasn’t worth it to watch where they were going. “You look a little peaky, dear, maybe you should sit down?”

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Mermaid down || Xander & Nika

Moving to Chicago had been tremendous stress on Nika and don’t get her started on how much of a pain in the ass it was to get to Lake Michigan during a time a girl could stretch her fins without the Council breathing down her neck about peeping humans. She missed Colorado and the privacy it withheld in the small town she resided. At least there she had direct access to water.

The sea-maiden threw her leg over her two-wheeled steed and kicked the engine into gear. It wasn’t like her to be out and about during the daytime unless she was manning the bar, but life had to be lived as normal as possible. Living in the city was so new to her.

The bar needed stock and their supplier couldn’t guarantee a next day delivery until after Thanksgiving. So dependable. Nika made her way down the main street into an intersection and down into a side street where she was met with a red light.

Out of all her years of choosing a motorcycle over a car, you would think she would learn the red flags of things potentially going wrong and how to prevent it. But nothing could have prepared her for the light turning green, switching gears, and zooming into the middle of the intersection just as a car on the opposite side blared their horn and met Nika head on. The woman veered away just in time but still felt the front fender of the car graze her rear tire, causing her bike to catch a wobble and slide roughly against the concrete.

“Fuck!” Nika screamed into her helmet, as she realized her leg was indeed pinned underneath her bike. She threw her helmet off onto the ground and noticed her own panting. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins, causing a dark flush on her cheeks. Pain crawled up her leg and into her ruined gloves, making her wish she’d spent the extra twenty dollars to invest in the heavily padded ones.

She was more than able to lift her bike off herself but hunger grew in her belly, leaving her weak and unable to heal outside of the water. Thank God it was Sunday. A dead ass Sunday.

In a large city, it was easy to lose one’s self. It was loud and busy, people roamed the streets in a haze of consumer-driven need and listless guilt. The reeked of garbage and alcohol. The filth of the human race hadn’t changed in nearly five centuries, he barely noticed it anymore. It was only truly noticeable when he took long leaves of absence from dense populations. He lived on the outskirts, preferring the seclusion now that he was retired. 

He’d sold the bar years ago and retreated from the community only to allow himself to become a bit of a recluse. He didn’t have any issues with that, though. His muscles were tight from chopping wood and working the large amount of land he had bought. He’d carved himself out a nice quiet life but still, he had to go into town from time to time. Food and other such supplies were needed. 

His reusable bag was full of random things. An L shaped PVC pipe piece for a house repair, a few new shirts, and few indulgent items from the local grocery store to sate his sweet tooth. He’d almost made it to the junked up chevy truck he drove when the sound of squealing tires and horns met his ears. He turned in time to see the back wheel of a bike get clipped sending the operator into a curb. He tossed his stuff into the truck bed and took off toward the injured rider. 

He stopped when the helmet flew off and the mane of dark hair cascaded down. He caught her scent and scoffed in a comical way. “You sure know how to make yourself known, don’t you pretty lady?” He slowed his walk, watching her lift the back off of herself. Her strength had always been something he admired about her. “You okay?”

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Don’t Touch || Damion & Cassandra

Being a sculptor meant precise precision and not a milometer under par. He licked his chapped lips that he meant to drown in chap-stick, as Damion concentrated long and hard on his artwork in front of him. It sat on his desk, looking up at him with possibility but nothing was coming to him yet.

It would be his smallest clay sculpture seeing as a majority of his work that sat in the showroom before him, were almost as big as himself. But getting the eyes right on either animal or human sculptures were the longest hurdle to jump over. Damion needed them just right to be pleased.

Right as he laid his instrument onto the piece, the bell rang that signaled the door had opened. Grunting, he closed his eyes as he realized the sound had caused him to jump and leave a large dent in the eye’s place.

He slammed his instrument down and rubbed his face, hoping this customer wasn’t staying long. Shoving his hands into his jean pockets, Damion got up from his stool and walked into the showroom to search for the customer.

The world just wasn’t giving him a break. Damion spotted the customer in front of a life-like statue of a bear on his hind legs, just about to touch the face. Sighing, he walked quickly towards the person and grabbed them by the wrist just before their fingertips touched the piece. “Can you not read the damn signs?” He growled through his teeth,”Don’t touch. You touch and break? You pay.” Damion wasn’t known to be the sweetest artist but he was widely known for his ability to create life from nothing. He would be damned if he allowed a customer get even a fingerprint on one of his popular pieces.

She was new to the town, only just crawled out of hell in search of the one that had put her there. Oh, how she couldn’t wait to show up on Magnus’ doorstep, a smile on her lips and a quip on her tongue. She’d traced him back to this little community perhaps eventually she would find him. Until that time, though, she would spend her time getting acquainted with the little shops and the town folk that inhabited the little area.

She’d spotted a little gallery and decided that would be her first stop. It was simply little shop, full of sculptures that were really rather lovely. Even she, a demon, could appreciate the artwork that was displayed for the dealer to sell. Her hand reached up to pet the brown bear but paused at the sound of the growl that slipped from who she clearly assumed was the owner, possibly the artist.

She turned blue eyes to look at him, hand still outstretched to touch the bear and smiled. She blinked once, her blue eyes turned ink black and she blinked again, the black fading back to blue. “And what,” she asked, her voice almost a dare, “are you going to do about it?”

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Worrisome || Olwe & Rayne

Biting her nails were one of her habits that she described as such a human trait that would’ve never been laid upon her if she’d just found the Tower sooner. But don’t let her fool you, Olwe is a lover for all humans, even the killers. Being an Elf did not mean she was at greater value than those lesser than her and she always had to remind just a few of her colleagues that they all were same and placed upon this planet of a reason – and that wasn’t to kill each other.

Being apart of the Council gave her insight, though, to all sorts of sides regarding the Human vs. Beast argument. Why would any human want a creature of greater strength and wisdom to invade their land? But then again, what do humans do for them but to make it harder to hide?

Olwe [aloe-way] paced the outside corridors of the Ivory Tower. Silver rings laced her lanky fingers as pointed ears peeped from long, brunette hair, giving away her secret to any unknown person. Throughout her years though, she learned to wire her hair into positions with a ‘curling iron’ to create ‘volume’ to hide her ears thanks to a large and in charge of a woman she’d met in New Orleans, Louisiana. The human woman had thought it was a ‘fad’ Olwe had picked up as a teen child but it gave her humor to hold onto as she watched the plump woman work her magic, beaming with happiness as a person sat in her barber chair.

With each step, her teeth latched onto either the skin around her nails or the skin on her lips - not helping with her already rough appearance. Unlike Elves she experienced, Olwe was not dainty nor beautiful like them. Instead, she wore her prominent jaw like armor, using it to show her annoyance with someone or even anger while her large lips were no stranger to put someone in their place or soothe a crying child – a great teacher, Olwe was.

“I can hear you, you know,” Olwe spoke, her voice showing her time spent in London – raspy and accented. She turned her body only subtly towards the set of footsteps, allowing her head to do the rest as her ears twitched at the upcoming sounds.

Rayne was coming back from a meeting with an employee if you could really call her that. The pair were equally invested in what it was they did and that was mutually beneficial for the pair. She liked the woman well enough, too, which was a plus. They had been working together for a great long while. She was good with money, Rayne was good with statistics and odds. Together, they made money like most only dreamed of. This was on top of her normal job. 

A job, that, under most circumstances was also extremely well paid. A stones buyer for Sterling’s rare wares was a tidy gig. He made the jewelry, charged the exorbitant prices and she bought the stones and the precious metals. Only the finest for the half-breed elemental. Perhaps that was why she had gotten the job in the first place. It was clear to anyone with eyes that Rayne only liked the finest things in life. With the exception of her men, who she tended to prefer a bit rough around the edges. 

“Well, of course, you can,” she said as she turned the corner. She had sensed Olwe a few corridors back and not bothered to hide. Why would she? They were both council members, they were both on good terms, she thought. “In these heels, I couldn’t possibly hide.” There were expensive and clicked happily on the stone floor of the tower community. “What’s got you wandering these corridors, Owle?”

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