#valentin1

[nicotine-noah]

closed starter for @valentinsocorro

In Noah's opinion, New Year's Eve was better than Christmas because it was meant to be a party. There was no other point to the whole thing other than to party which meant people went all out and were more into that mindset. It was only a couple hours into the night and Noah was having a good time. He'd been drinking, he'd taken a few drugs, he was riding high on that mixed feeling and being out of the Undercroft for a whole night. Euphoria was his usual kind of hang out at these parties but sometimes starting at Cannabites was a better plan even though it tended to be calmer.

It was still busy but crowds never really bothered Noah. Things were a little hazy around the edges and he felt light and sexy in his outfit. While he'd heard that Spain's councilman had come to Krovs, he hadn't seen him in the Undercroft yet but he spotted him sitting at the bar and grinned. Well, he was fucking hot. Noah made his way over, bold as ever, especially on a night like tonight. "Looks like you could use some company, councilman. Somoene as mucho caliente as you shouldn't be all alone." Noah barely knew any Spanish and it was probably terrible at that but it seemed like a good idea in his slightly addled brain. He leaned against the bar but definitely closer to the councilman than he strictly needed to be, grinning and showing off his excellent body, more than a little visible through the thin mesh of his shirt. Noah usually had a high success rate with the vampires, got rented a lot, so he didn't think he'd have any trouble with this one.

[adrasian]

for @valentinsocorro

Tucked off to the side of the sparring rings, Adrasia watched the vampire train and longed for his sword. He'd relinquished it long before the castles had gotten ahold of him but the celestial had never forgotten the feeling of the weapon in his hand, an extension of his will and his body, effortless. He thought perhaps the councilman understood that feeling as time slipped by watching Valentin pace through his exercises.

It had been unintentional, this voyeurism. Adrasia above all despaired at idleness and now that he was Roland's, there was a remarkable amount of time given to him for whatever the angel desired. The gymnasium was one of the simplest ways to make that time disappear, if he could tailor his visits to when it was most likely to be empty. The weariness of physical exertion never used to matter to Adrasia, but now it almost felt like a challenge to prove to himself he wouldn't succumb to something as trivial as an aching in his limbs. He was not alone, though, today. He had thought to slink by unnoticed until he had realized what the councilman was up to and spied the training weapon in his hand. Some fought here for entertainment, yes, but Valentin was alone and moved as grimly as if he was readying for war. Adrasia stared and felt the echoes of his own time as a soldier and wondered what the other man was training for.

Caught in his own thoughts, the celestial nearly startled when those cat-like eyes landed on him at the end of a form and he realized immediately that Valentin had known he was not unobserved. "Pardon the interruption," Adrasia stepped back, trying not to look as wary as he felt - he knew little of Spain's councilman, besides his reputation, "I was only observing. It is a rare thing to witness such fine swordplay these days." It was a sincere comment, rather than fawning. He would always recognize skill no matter its origin, even as he considered how a man like Valentin would doubtlessly have earned it.

[mindful-mateo]

closed starter for @valentinsocorro

Mateo wasn't really dressed for the club but regardless he liked to make a stop at all the festive places that were open for the events like this. He had half a mind to check out the Christmas market when he got too tired of socializing or drinking or both but he hadn't hit that point yet. It was fairly early in the night and he still wanted to dance, though if he danced too much he'd probably end up regretting his layers and get too hot. It had seemed like a good idea for wandering around, and he'd checked his coat too but now that he was in the club he wondered if he wouldn't overheat. Time would tell.

Drink in hand, he sipped at it and watched the dance floor, leaning back with an elbow against the bar before he saw Spain's councilman approaching. Straightening a little and lowering the drink, Mateo wet his lips. He was nothing but polite to the councilman, of course, but he couldn't help but be guarded around them as well. His species were very much sought after by vampires and while he had somewhat gotten used to interacting with them in his time at Krovs all the family warnings that had been drilled into him at an early age didn't really die down. The councilmen especially put him on edge. Still, he gave the other man a polite smile, taking in the rather unusual outfit but not at all disapproving. "Hello, councilman." His tone was pleasant, polite, but not overly familiar. "I hope you're having a good time?" He was attractive, of course, they pretty much all were in their own ways but that hardly meant he wanted fangs in his neck. It ended up happening during heat week sometimes but this definitely wasn't heat week and Mateo had full control of himself. Maybe he could get away with a little polite conversation then slip away without causing offense.

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“So when you showed up the lot was empty except for the basic necessities, right?” “Yes Officer, is there anything you could possibly do about it? I can barely live with that” “I’ll see what I can do ma’am” Thea tried hard to keep her patience. The place was sleek and elegant but the sims there looked miserable and she couldn’t help wonder what was going on in their lives

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“Where is San Myshuno again?”

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Thea, had headed out to Willow Creeks in hopes of becoming a culinary master. Unfortunately with this mess she would have to settle for whatever came and that thing, was a dish washer “Okay, not too bad, when you get up to San Myshuno you’ll be able to fix this mess”

[cillianximmortality]

@valentinsocorro

His original plans of grabbing a drink and then going to visit his old friend had been interrupted by the unexpected realization that his husband was residing within the castle as well. That wasn't the problem of course, it was how he'd been practically neglecting him with his lack of letters or care. Cillian was.. disgruntled to say the least when he knocked on the Spaniards door.

It was opened and he barely let Valentin have a chance to greet him before he was pushing inside with a dramatic sigh. He draped himself onto a spot on his sofa, rubbing at his temples like he had a migraine that wouldn't go away. "I'm late, I know, I apologize," He spoke, blue eyes lifting to his companion, taking in a deep breath, "You failed to mention my husband was staying here as well." He couldn't hold that against Valentin, he was unaware of the lack of communication between the couple when he had invited him to visit. Still, he would've liked to been prepared. "He's fine apparently, I wouldn't have known since he stopped writing me weeks ago," He shifted, sitting up in his seat and giving him a pleasant smile, "Please, tell me how you've been, mo chara."