#vargulfborn

[mooonstoned]

@vargulfborn​

     “ You up for a road trip? I gotta get --- somethin’ from our place in Mystic Falls, Julian’s busy, and I don’t feel like havin’ road rage the entire way there. ”

[phoeniiixed]

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      The arena has the set of rules it does for a reason. He’s not fond of it when people break them. While he’d usually pull them into the ring himself, he feels like making a point -- and Jekyll isn’t around much these days. Always off with the Salvatore brother, he assumes. There’s a quiet clear of his throat, the ever-present grin never leaving his lips, and a gesture of his head toward the vampire trying his patience.

     “ Take care of that, won’t you, friend? ” It’s too casual for what he’s asking him to do, and perhaps that’s the fun of it. Everyone else knows what’s about to happen; this poor bastard has no clue.

[ripperfanged]

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     Stefan’s never been possessive. That doesn’t stop the look of annoyance, the way his mood sours when someone is flirting with them. A brief pause, and Stefan’s fingers are slipping under their collar -- not quite a pull, not yet. There’s a glare shot in the other’s direction.

     He allows them a moment of reaction time before there’s a careful tug toward him. Even if he has the go ahead, he’s still careful. “ Sit. ” It’s low, and perhaps the other man hadn’t heard it. Stefan doesn’t care. He knows the hybrid did.

[ravenfanged]

@vargulfborn​ / @thirdoriginal

     Skin is cold beneath him. Not unlike his own, yet Damon cozies in anyway -- there is a sleepy sort of snort, as he raises his head from their chest. Fangs lower, and it occurs to him that asking might get him what he wants quicker; his mouth pauses inches from their neck, a questioning glance upward at them. “ Please? ”