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@londonmobx continued from here, because i have a problem !!

[ 04:00 TXT > kitten ] ;; busy for three weeks to the point you cannot check in is beyond the point of reason. [ 04:00 TXT > kitten ] ;; my point is that you can spend my money easily enough but cannot check in? unacceptable. [ 04:01 TXT > kitten ] ;; five days is your allotment of time in which you must respond within. [ 04:01 TXT > kitten ] ;; you had better not be sullying yourself with anything that would cause you to require decontamination again.

#vincent post.#vincent ;; main.#londonmobx ; rogue #londonmobx

@bledpriest liked for a starter.

it does not matter that this is not the towers in moscow, nor that he is so far from home that it makes his bones ache. between a sensation of anxiety that creeps through his muscles and the underlying anger that exists in his core for no reason that pertains to himself, the entirety of the older vampire's body is stiff and unwilling to budge as it stands before the seemingly only window in the place. it provides a somewhat homey illusion, alongside the natural stance of his partly spread polished shoes and the black cigarette that hangs at his side between his fingers, the other hand tucked aimlessly in the pocket of his slacks.

"i wondered when we would finally meet face to face," the russian says aloud, back still to the other that shares his name as he brings the cigarette up for a drag.

#bledpriest #vincent post.#were so fucking late ; queue.#[ VIBRATING ]#[ I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CONFRONTATION FOR 900 YEARS [

@citizenstarlight ♥'d for a valentine's starter !!

"i suppose if you are going to stay, you will be wanting something to drink."

#citizenstarlight #vincent post.#vincent ;; main.

@senhoradallua is mi amor !!

leaning back in his seat, he clicks his tongue against the side of his mouth, and with a low drawling hum, vincent reaches back for the bottle of german beer set on the table between the two of them, dragging it towards himself so that he can take a hearty swig before continuing on his minute rant, cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a sort of quieter anger festering around him.

"i am certain that no one will miss her, and that this is a grievance that is heavy enough to justify shipping her to the other side of the country without the knowledge of her family." he swigs from the bottle again. "no one will miss a brat that thinks it is alright to take something from her teacher."

#senhoradallua #senhoradallua ; annabelle #vincent ;; main.#vincent post.#[ idk i saw something on tiktok about kids stealing from their teachers ]#[ here we are. ]

i made @londonmobx give me a number !!

28 : AMERICAN HORROR SHOW by snow wife

palm slides over the bump in the front of her throat, fingers pressing into the sides of the stalk of muscle and flesh in a way that is violent, if only briefly. where a certain beast cares about her ability to breathe and her comfort, this viper does not. he, instead, cares about making a point. so, as rogue stands in front of him with her back to his torso, vincent squeezes her throat in pulses that take longer to cease each time he begins. first three seconds, then five, then ten, until he is holding her tighter for a full thirty seconds, lifting her against himself with that single grasp.

meanwhile, he whispers in her ear, bent into a crook shape to reach the delicate conch. nothing he says is in english, rather a thick russian that spills forth on a depth of tone he hasn't taken with her before now. as he whispers, whatever he is saying correlates to the way his other hand shifts, pressed to the outside of her crotch's covering and flexing muscle to almost behave as if he's fingering her through the fabric she's wearing.

his back is to the entry door to his apartment, and she's only been home for all of ten minutes, nine of those spent in this way, with the vampire growing more aggressive in tone, in the way he pushes his fingers upwards into her core as if he intends to rip through fabric, in the way his hips tuck forward against rogue's back.

it's clear.

vincent has missed his property.

#londonmobx ; rogue #londonmobx #vincent ;; main.#vincent post.#nsfw.#[ i'm literally pissng myself cause we were JUST TALKING ABOT -- ]

@ancgnorisis sent : “you ruin me, and i still crawl back.” (vincent)

he does not even turn from where he is watching his own fingers work, slipping silk fabric in between itself to unform the knot of his forest green tie, cigarette dangling from his lips despite it being unlit. he does not bother looking at her through the reflection; he knows how pathetic she looks. how disheveled, how desperate not only for attention, but for him specifically.

because unlike others, he does not lie about what he will give her, nor what he expects out of her.

he pulls, and the green silk slides out from under his collar, slowly unbuttoned to expose the edges of his collar bones and the sparsely disbursed dark hairs beneath them.

"you say this, and yet, you are not on your hands and knees, as expected of you."

only now do those icy eyes shift to meet hers through the mirror, briefly, before he turns not towards her, but to hang his suit jacket and tie on the nearby coat rack.

#ancgnorisis #vincent answer.#vincent post.

@viteoublies ♥'d for a valentine's day starter !!

he'd been promised that the place would have something worth the trip, though after almost two hours of scanning every exhibit in the museum, it had become clear that the person setting up the exchange between his private collection's manager and the place far outside of his range of moscow had oversold their hand. it's not uncommon for things to need to be seen in person, for purposes of not causing damage by photography, authentication, etcetera, but he's never been so damn disappointed like this before.

vincent is standing at the end of the quietest of the place's halls, the lowering sun creeping down through the window he's in front of as he pinches his nose and sighs quietly to himself. ears perk a touch, their minuscule points just barely wiggling as he turns some over his shoulder to look at the person coming closer, footsteps clicking on the tile floors. a thin brow rises, and he remains silent, letting his hand fall to smooth the front of his waistcoat there under his jacket.

#viteoublies #vincent post.#verse tbt.

"it is growing difficult to maintain the covert aspect of your presence in this city, you know. the more you blatantly traipse around, announcing your presence, so."

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#clusterphuckings #vincent post.#vincent ;; main.#queue.