#tm war event

[drluciengaudet]

I want to be yours (Lucien/Mason)

Finding out Raphael was alive was a bit of a complicated moment for Lucien. Of course Raph was always good at influencing the French doctors emotions and was able to eventually calm him down. Still the Italian had been very cryptic in many of the things he said, enough so Lucien was lost by half of it and just chalked it up to Raph’s normal antics. The only annoying thing Lucien actually focused on was his inability to answer Lucien when they’d see each other again as Raph was leaving him, alive for the moment. He didn’t let the ghoul see how much that bothered him. Still having those lingering pangs of emotion from his sire’s abandonment and now Raph was leaving him as well, though he’d promised Lucien he’d see him again.

A few days had passed and Lucien was getting annoyed. Sure Raphael had lied to him, until he heard the Italian had been captured and placed in the undercroft. Lucien was shocked to say the least and was on Kaden in an instant demanding Raphael be brought to him, rented for him and him alone. Kaden, Lucien assumed to shut him up, did as was asked and soon there was a knock to his door. Lucien was there in an instant pulling it open to usher his former colleague in slamming it on the distasteful guards before regarding the charming ghoul. 

“I would have sent for you sooner had I known.” Lucien apologized as he looked up at the taller man and reached a hand out to brush his cheek smiling lovingly to the other. “You do not deserve to be in such a place. The undercroft is...” He trailed as he his eyes dropped and roamed over Raphael. “But I’m sure I can think of ways to make you forget that terrible place.” Lucien hummed letting his hand fall and finger run down Raph’s shirt as those dark eyes shifted up. “You are technically my slave this evening Mr. DeLuca.” Lucien purred.

@masonxthatcher​

[drluciengaudet]

French Connection (Lucien/Sanson)

Lucien wasn’t a fan of his new station at the castle and wouldn’t actually accept it. He didn’t listen to any who thought themselves above him, his own master included. Acting as if he were still a master and the councilman of France. He walked with his head high as he moved through the castle irate after another argument with Kaden, which were less and less satisfying considering Kaden didn’t argue back and just ignored him most times. Lucien wanted money to buy coffee from the shop in the castle and Kaden had the audacity to point out a list of ‘chores’ Lucien was to do to receive an allowance as if he was some common peasant. 

It ended with Lucien storming out of his suite, because it was still his in his own view, and out into the castle proper. So furious he was grumbling to himself absolutely appalled by his horrible treatment and trying find out who he was to complain to about his unacceptable living situation. After near two hours of fruitless fuming the Frenchman found himself sitting in one of the tables of the coffee shop, with no coffee in front of him because of his tyrant master, still absolutely livid. So much so he didn’t realize he’d occupied another’s table. 

He regarded the other cold gaze looking him over deciding if this was someone deserving of his wrath. Lucien was about to tear into the assuming he was master or staff, but recognition took him. He’d not interacted directly with Sanson, but knew he was tied to Remus. The two had had some back and forth as he was a councilman as well, but he’d never spoken directly to Sanson, always Remus. As the other wasn’t a councilman Lucien knew very little about him. 

“You are of Remus’ line or is there another reason you tie yourself to such a man?” Lucien’s tone was a bit more combative than it needed to be, mostly because he was still harboring his rage for Kaden. 

@sanson-laurent​

[cairogaudetdeluca]

Black out days (Cairo/Sanson)

This all had a very familiar feel about, probably why Cairo was calm as he was. Wasn’t the first time he woke up and things weren’t as he’d left them. He was in the hall of the castle and was checking his body. Good thing was he was all back together, everything seemed in the right place, but he did check his pants to make sure his bits and pieces were still there and as immaculate as he left them. Thankfully they were. Adjusting was, well more of the same. Was no point to freak out, he was well aware he died and by who’s hand. Part of him was surprised, even though he knew he shouldn’t be. The Aurelius he knew didn’t actually exist.

He’d not gotten close to anyone in the castle, most just passing acquaintances or people he worked with. Some people he knew and recognized, some he didn't. Not that any of it mattered. It wasn’t like he had anyone in particular he was looking for. He wondered about Lucien and Raph, but in the end even they weren’t anything much more then strangers, more characters with the same face as the people he grew up with. A few hours of walking the area got him more info than chatting with those around would have. Now was the hard part in deciding what the fuck to do with himself. All his things were gone, his room was repurposed and had another occupant, currency and everything he had on him was dated by eons. 

He was checking to see if his phone even worked, which of course it didn’t, as he rounded a corner. Only by his magic was he able to keep from knocking into the other. “That was me.” He admitted as he looked the man over. He recognized him and knew he was a vampire. 

“Laurent right?” He offered having been head of magical security so he knew well those he worked for, not that Sanson was a councilman, but he wasn’t a peon in the castle either, or hadn’t been at the time he was alive. 

@sanson-laurent​

[shadedempsey]

What used to be (Shade/Seth)

Shade wasn’t exactly thrilled to be back at the castle. Less so that Seth decided to be a councilman, but he supposed it was for the right reasons sort of. Wasn’t like they were hurting for money, but Seth seemed to always be hording it. Wasn’t a big deal to Shade in the end. He was pretty happy with how shit was. He had a few dispensaries in the city at this point. He didn’t have to work at any, but did because he enjoyed it. If there was one thing Shade could talk about all day it was drugs. 

The nice thing was they had a good stint in Jamaica before arriving in Krovs. It wasn’t as balls cold as it usually was there for the time of year and they still had some decent powder to take snowmobiles on, course he’d rather be doing that in Vail, but when duty called he supposed. It wasn’t really all that bad, they weren’t in the same suite, but the place wasn’t full of the greatest memories and he wasn’t all that geeked about some of those still around the place. Course he wasn’t there for any of that anyway. He was there for Seth. 

The cambion heard the door and came from the kitchen pulling his gas mask up as he exited and came face to face with Seth. He knew what the other was thinking with just a look and smirked. “I ain’t makin meth er nothing.” He clarified. “I mean yes I’m high as fuck, but just making shit so you can’t go in the kitchen yet. Shit’s a secret for dinner. So, give me like...a minute to finish up and then I’ll let you great me proper like.” He teased with a grin and a wink. “Happy Valentine’s shit ass.” He chuckled which fell when he heard something pop in the kitchen behind him. “I’m sure it’s fine.” He said calm as ever, didn’t smell like burning yet so should be fine. 

@witchysethharper​

[raidenproulx]

It is the way (Raiden/Finn)

Raiden wasn’t one to keep tabs on many. His slave for sure, since that fucker owed him what he’d paid taking are of the piece of shit and he sure as hell was going to collect on that. Lucien here and there when he needed his adjustments. Outside of that everyone else was useless fodder. He didn’t care one way or another who lived and died, that made obvious by how quickly he moved to the winning side and hunted those he used to stand side by side with. Course when shit shifted, he too would again. The only way the world worked for Raiden is if he was on top of it and he was always on top. 

Adapting to how shit was now wasn’t hard for Raiden, it was the same shit, just different species. Finn was still around, more unhinged he supposed, but Raiden had no real memory of what he was like, just his ass was a good sleeve for his dick. The other too was a hunter and had caught a few, but it obvious the two were worlds apart in the why they did the things they did. Finn was personal, Raiden just found it fun to hurt others. The more pain he caused the happier the quabrid was. Everyone was expendable when the time was right. 

“You got yer one pass Winchester. Fuck with my shit again I’m a take more than an eye.” Raiden said as he came to sit next to the familiar at the bar. There wasn’t any anger in Raiden’s words, because he wasn’t angry. He could take off Lovell’s collar and let him heal and might if the omega learned to beg and be a proper bitch. 

@familiar-finn​

[raidenproulx]

Where you belong (Raiden/Bradley)

Needless to say Raiden was a bit more than surprised to find a sexy little faerie still working at the castle. He missed the way that blood used to make him feel, but had a feeling shit would switch again and so would he. Ever adaptable, as long as he had his mad scientist in his pocket. The quabrid knew he’d persevere, that was what he was made for. 

The master let his hungry eyes wash over the half naked thing rolling on the stage and twirling on the pole as he moved from the bar to a booth next to the stage. Leaning back in his seat he watched the younger put on a show just of hi and he damn well knew it was for him when those pretty eyes touched his own. Bradley knew the way things would always be between then and the young fae would forever be one of the quabrid’s bitches. 

Raiden nodded a staff member over muttering something to them as Bradley continued to dance until his song was over the staff member he spoke too telling the lithe fae what table he was to go to and it more than obvious the little thing was a bit eager to see him. Raiden doing a lot more hunting as it was since his appetite was harder to fill, blood not enough and he had a taste for things living, not dead. Meaning his stints at the castle were few and far between. 

“Been awhile lil fae, you been missin my dick?” Raiden knowing the answer before the other responded, but still liking his ego stroked near as much as his cock. 

@bradleyxharper​

[drluciengaudet]

Nemesis (Lucien/Kaden)

Lucien was finishing up a series of books he’d not read in far too long trying to forget what day it was. There were a few reasons he was unhappy and rightfully so meaning the one person he blamed it all on was certainly going to hear about it. Kaden was, if Lucien was honest, not bad as a master. Lucien was allowed to do a great deal of things save for leave for good. It wasn’t the same as Krov’s had been or maybe it was because he was an ex councilman. Perhaps one of the less dangerous outwardly and more so with Kaden in his life, which was likely why the kresnik got him. Lucien was an accomplished virologist and councilman. Yes the witches were in power currently, but there were things in his arsenal that could change the tide, even the current one, or could have. 

Kaden could read his mind and knew where those hiding spots were and most had been neutralized, there was just a couple that required far more than any currently was capable of to get inside. Only Lucien could and he wouldn’t give into Kaden meaning they were at yet another impasse. There were a good amount of those. Points Lucien nor Kaden would concede. It odd being on the other side, but Lucien still too prideful to not dig his heels in. Outside of those few things Lucien was given breadth to do as he pleased. Still allowed to work in a lab, but in a repulsively positive way. Curing things instead of killing the useless that were wasting resources by existing. He certain Kaden was one of those. 

Hearing the door open Lucien didn’t even look up from his book as he immediately started in on his master. “Per your schedule you were to be home an hour ago. Mr. Hopper, again, entered my suite uninvited. I no longer wish for him to have a key. I do not like him.” Lucien’s words arctic as he glared into his book not looking up trying to focus on the anger and not what was really bothering him, which was Raph wasn’t there. The Italian always did something extravagant for valentines. One time his lab in Paris had been filled with red roses and the most gorgeous set of diamonds. Ones that were lost, like most of his things, during the war. He missed his sire too. Aurelius had taught him to love the holiday and neither were there. No one, but Kaden was there. 

@kresnikxkaden​