A very silly doodle of that one scene after the car scene, where the UB is very concerned with a smiling Morgan lmaooo I have to tag @deadunbeatingheart for contributing to the vision ahah
The scene under the cut hehe:
Vampire Divorce Court - The Cold Absolutely Bothers Him, And So Does His Ex-Wife
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
Word Count: 967
Book 1, In the woods surrounding Wayhaven
The sun is finally starting to set. Even though it brings cooler temps, Mason breathes a little easier, feeling his strength trickle in as the sun dips below the treeline. Adam’s stride loosens at Mason’s side as well, though he remains no less alert for it.
The dark makes them stronger, but it’ll do the same for their rogue vampire. Just another reason for Mason to be on edge. Like two sharks circling below in deep water, and one of them has a bit of him still in its teeth.
Adam glances over as Mason shakes out and sparks up another cigarette.
“Are you running low yet?” Adam asks. Mason blows smoke out of the side of his mouth and shakes his head.
“Not too low.” Though considering he’s already gotten through a pack and a half today alone, he probably will soon.
He rarely has to think about Barbie anymore. Hell, it’s only been the last decade or so that she started sending him Christmas cards for whatever fucking reason. Before that, he was free to bury it all away and forget it. The cards he can at least shove in the side pocket of his duffle bag he never opens, along with the fucking ring she had Adam give him. Couldn’t even do it herself.
And now here she is, somewhere in this town, ready to throw his life into disarray once again.
Not realizing how close the ember is to the filter, Mason sucks in another breath on his cigarette, only to get a burning lungful. He coughs (fucking coughs!) and throws it down into the leaf litter, stomping on it with his boot before Adam can comment.
“I can still send her back, it’s not too late,” Adam offers. The genuine hope in his voice makes Mason laugh, even as he pounds a fist against his chest to chase the last of the smoke out.
Adam and Barbie never did get along. Mason really wonders what exactly Adam said to convince her to travel across the ocean on such a short time table. She’s always been mule headed, so it must have been pretty good.
Behind them, a rush of footsteps causes them to both jerk around. It only takes a moment to place the sound though; only Farah runs that fast.
A few moments pass and she arrives, weaving around trees and skidding several meters before coming to a stop right. Adam immediately steps toward her.
“What’s happened?” he demands. “Where is the detective?”
“Oh she’s fine, relax,” Farah says, waving him off before grinning. “Didja miss me?”
Adam relaxes. “If the detective is unharmed, why are you here? And where is Nat?”
“Nat’s keeping an eye on Kira and Barbie,” Farah says.
Adam stiffens. “Keeping an eye on them doing what?”
“That’s why I came to find you. Basically as soon as she arrived, Barbie started bossing everyone around.” Farah rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “She wanted Kira to show her the crime scenes and anything else “relevant”, so the two of them are doing a grand tour of the town, basically.”
“Of course,” Adam grumbles, looking every one of his 900 years suddenly.
“She also told me and Nat to go patrol,” Farah says. “Nat didn’t think leaving them totally alone was a good idea though, so she’s just stalking them at a distance.”
Mason doesn’t bother hiding his amusement; Nat wouldn’t appreciate that particular description.
“Good,” Adam says. “Go join her. We’ll stay further out, but if you need us, just call.”
“Well, I always need to hear your voice,” Farah says, fluttering her eyelashes. Adam huffs, but doesn’t respond. As ever, Farah remains unbothered and simply flounces away at speed.
“She’s not going to take it so well forever, you know,” Mason says once she’s well out of earshot. Adam’s jaw twitches as he marches ahead, Mason unhappily hurrying his pace to keep up. “And you clearly want her too.”
“Clearly,” Adam replies, deadpan.
“You’re not subtle,” Mason replies with a click of his tongue. “Why not give in?”
Adam runs a hand over his closely shorn hair. “Of everyone on this team, you should know best how matters of the heart can lead to disaster.”
“Our disasters were pretty damned different,” Mason points out, ignoring the hollow pang in his chest at the reminder. “Besides, I didn’t mention anything about Farah’s heart.”
Adam comes to so abrupt a stop that Mason nearly bowls into him. The commanding agent turns on the spot, so broad he manages to block out what little light is still filtering in through the tree leaves. The look he levels at Mason is cold, hard, and unyielding.
“I do not toy with people,” Adam says sternly, voice low and bordering on a growl. “Especially not her. Enough of this.”
Hands up, Mason takes a step back. “Alright.”
Adam stares him down another moment, then continues down the deer path they’ve been following to this point. Mason gives him some space, waiting until Adam has gone several paces before following.
He makes a fair point at least. Farah wouldn’t be content with a roll in the hay.
Frankly, Mason hasn’t been content with them either. Sleeping around was a decent distraction, a good way to try and overlap the old memories with new ones. Try. It hasn’t actually worked to date. And after everything that happened with Alima…yeah, Mason’s giving sex a break, which is something he’s never even once considered in the last century.
Mason shakes out another cigarette and shoves it between his lips. He’s going to need all the nicotine he can get to make it through this shitshow of a mission, especially if he can’t even bank on getting laid.
