#victeux

[llunarum]

❝Oh, no sorry that's trash. I mean I guess you could buy it if you want, who gives a shit? It'll be goin' in the trash anyway.❞

He can't just give it for free though, that'd be wrong. That's not how business works! Money, money, money! Needed it for more stupid stuff, more fancy goblets to look cool in the shop, and better curtains.

❝Name your price. Ah- higher than five bucks though.❞

@victeux.

[thecircusfreaks]

|| @victeux​ || Tatsuo & Rachel || liked for a starter ||

“Alright ... the tear doesn’t look too bad, I should be able to have it done by tomorrow.” With other orders he had to work on as well, it was the best he could do with the sudden request. Having taken a quick look at the dress suit, it wasn’t all bad. It probably got damaged during travel, wouldn’t be too surprising considering how aiports handled the luggage.

“If you could just leave me your number, I will contact you as soon as I have it ready for you.” 

[thecircusfreaks]

"In theory, by tasting blood, you could tell people if their iron was low? Or their blood type? You're like a natural phlebotomist, right?" (Desiree to Clément)

"You could put it like that, if you want to be a bit more blunt. However, you're not wrong. With one taste of the blood we can make up a good image of the person it belongs to. Humans overall are similar but there are defining factors, once that perhaps the human in question doesn't even know about."

[thecircusfreaks]

|| @victeux​ || Ivan & Quinn || liked for a summer themed starter ||

The stream in the forest was the perfect place to cool off. Their car parked just a little bit away while Ivan and his daughter moved down the path to the little stream. The young girl was sitting on the ground, playing with some of the water and small rocks while Ivan was busy rolling up his pants, making sure they wouldn’t get wet while setting foot in the water. It was quite warm out, his daughter wearing a cap to make sure she wouldn’t be too hot.

The peaceful nature filled area was not visited by many from the looks of it. Perhaps hikers would come through here but for now it was jut the two of them enjoying themselves during a little break from their trip together.

[thecircusfreaks]

|| @victeux​ || Clément & Desiree || liked for a starter ||

“A new face ... welcome to Club De Sang De Nuit.” Clément walked up to the bar, putting a glass down in front of the woman. He didn’t know every client but he remembered faces, hers was definitely a new one that he hadn’t seen previously.

“Any services you’re interested in or just here to enjoy the drinks and our DJ?” The extra services provided weren’t for everyone. In the grand scheme of things it was also just a big, exclusive club for the invitees only.

[phantasmaw]

♢*   —     @victeux​​​​​ ​ /  "𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭" 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 (accepting)  

"I can't look at you." (Desiree to Sovann)

  〈ஐ*〉 ┊  “Oh please, it really isn’t that bad,” they snark back almost immediately as they turn this way and that, eyeing theirself in her large bathroom mirror. 

     A gaudy sequin romper stretches across their form, covering little more than what’s best kept from sight, and not in any intentionally cheek way, either. It’s about two sizes too small for their frame and grips them awkwardly every time they move. A fuzzy cream cut-off jacket hugs their shoulders, and while the sleeves allow for plenty of room, they’ve all but lost any flare they were meant to have. Sorry little tufts of fur sprout from the cuffs, a few stray strands occasionally fluttering to the ground with every sweep of their hands. A pair of heeled boots the same color as the jacket (though sporting a few dubious greying stains) clomp against the floor as they walk forward and turn slowly-- and still managing to wobble and stumble. They pull down the gaudy heart-shaped sunglasses obscuring their eyes from view to scowl down at the offending shoes. Casting one last look over at Desiree, they sigh and plop down to the floor. 

       “It is not my fault that everything I could take without anyone noticing was so shitty. What do people make clothing with nowadays? Baby’s first sewing kit?” they scoff while shedding the jacket that they have suddenly decided is far too itchy to wear. They begin to pluck out what’s left of the faux fur into neat little piles on the tiled floor. They then slide the sunglasses down to the end of their nose and give her a side eye. “I’ve seen you in worse.”

[cxrsedmoon]

( @victeux​ ) asked:  "Well, long time no see. You been busy? Speaking Spanish, dancing around, whatever else you do.. I don't think I've ever asked what you actually do for a living, come to think of it.." (Desiree for Lorenzo)

Unprompted and adored

A bit of laughter rumbles in the lycan’s chest, elbow now leaning against the counter as he greets her with a fanged grin. “Something like that,” he nods, fingers wrapping around his coffee, the warmth heating callused fingers as he takes a drink. Vision returns towards Desiree, “It’s complicated, to say the least. But what about you, what have you been up to?”

[cxrsedmoon]

( @victeux​ ) asked:

Desiree has watched him struggle with the vending machine for a solid 3 minutes. She had to admit, watching a grown man try to break a bulletproof-glass vending machine for some Slim Jims was possibly one of the more entertaining things to happen that night, but it was starting to get sad. "Stop that, you look psycho," she'd eventually pipe up, taking one last hit off of her vape before stuffing it into her purse and walking up to the machine, shooing him to the side. It only took one glance at the issue for her to reach into her purse again, taking out a bill and putting it into the machine. A few button presses and her chosen snack fell, hitting his on the way down and causing both to hit the bottom. She would promptly grab both items out from the tray and examine his choice. "All that effort for some highly processed meat-like product. Are you in a rush to get a heart attack? That's all you're gonna get from that." Still, she would hand his over, before promptly tearing into her own snack (that was equally unhealthy). (Des for Lothar)

Unprompted (I think?)

Curse these damn humans and their awful cities with too much noise and light. Curse them for scaring off what creatures he’d have normally found without the surrounding forests that would have been aplenty anywhere else. Why did he choose a city? He has come to find out since returning to his human form that these were the worst places. Too crowded, too loud, too many anger and tension. It only fueled his own frustration as a fist smacked against the glass of this blasted machine that kept the food locked away. 

Surely, you’d think there was something else around but... he didn’t exactly have the funds either in this moment. He really should go back and get some money but traveling to Switzerland wasn’t exactly the brightest idea in their current state. But it’d likely be better than this at least. Especially since the damn contraption didn’t even want to give him his food. The voice that called out only seemed to have a growl rumbling within the lycan’s chest. How did he seem to always stumble into her? “Why would I care about appearing psycho?”

Frame shifts, turning with a scowl to greet her only for sage green eyes to follow her as she approached. “That’s still better than nothing,” warm fingers grasp the snack, fangs tearing into it far quicker than he should have before just as hastily, biting into it like a starving man. Or wolf, more like. “And I certainly don’t want to hear that from you.” Eyes trail to her own snack, dark brow raising but still he continues to eat.