#wae-teeth

[rimonakyun]

starter for: @wae-teeth​ location: oot an’ aboot

“So, when are you going to stop— how do the westerns put it, beating around the bush?” her head is delicately cocked to the side as her obsidian irises bore into the vampire that stood before her. The two had been in and out of each other’s for longer than she could truly remember now, the sub rosa approach to their relationship having long fallen out of taste for the replacement of loyalty. But she had missed a lot with travels, the store, and playing at countess on a regular basis. A lot more than the fellow vampire had originally realized until making her little check-ins showed the many cracks forming in the foundation of their life in Rome. Well, maybe not as much her own foundation as much as his own and she wondered how safe any of them really were here. Ayla had been attacked, after all, and Rimona would be a liar if she said it hadn’t affected her deeply and not just because their bloodline was so interconnected. “Come on, you know I’ve always got your back,” her hand gently slaps his arm before tossing in a playful grin, just as a little cherry on top.

[caspermhahn]

starter for: @wae-teeth​ location: jamie’s abode

The whole process was starting to feel routine, though checking in with those he considered his found family was far from something that caused stagnation. Especially when Casper knew there could be news and stories attached. It’s the same reason he would invite Dianna to dinner, take a moment to speak with his former thrall, and hear what rippled like an earthquake while he had been absent from friends at local bars. There was always a part of him that would get a thrill out of the encounters, even when those he spoke to seemed to lack information, there was something new to be discovered by everyone. But Jamie, though their time together was limited when it came to vampire years, held a different place within Casper that he couldn’t quite describe. Feet scuffed the ground just in front of the fellow vampire’s door before buzzing to be let in, unable to recall fully the last time he had been here, yet his body moved instinctually. “I’m surprised you’re here, wasn’t sure yah even used the casa much anymore,” emerald irises scanning the entryway that held no evidence that swayed him in either direction, “Didn’t think it would be safe to just leave this outside.” Hands clasped a neatly wrapped package in holiday wrapping that sported a horror twist to those looking closely, “Here, it’s from Marcella and I.”

[caspermhahn]

starter for: @wae-teeth​ location: anywhere yah want

It had been a several weeks since the vigil, since one of the missing witches had appeared in front of them all, and since rumors began to spread all across the supernatural community about what might happen next. But also, weeks since the disappearance of the Juno marshal and it was hard to ignore the uneasiness that echoed through the bloodlines. Casper had done what he was told, mind his own and keep away from fey blood. Well, maybe most of it was true though it was difficult to fight his curiosity and there was always that itch to hear just a little more of someone else’s story. He may not have fully stayed away from fey, but their blood still had yet to reach his lips and the pluto vampire was doing his best to keep things interesting. Thralls, blood banks— Marcella, there was no need for any kind of complaint.

Instead, he tapped eagerly at the table in front of him as his piercing emerald hues bore into Jamie’s smokey ones. He’d hoped for better news, that Gavyn’s own death wasn’t some superstitious sign of more to come, though it seemed that time had passed ages ago and weariness crept in. “A Leech,” an almost question as the whole concept made sense within the fellow vampire’s mind, but the history was still murky and Casper quickly furrowed his brows, “is that, like, a common thing? Bit cannibalistic if you ask me.”

[caspermhahn]

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Each city and town had their own feel about them, a beat within each that was strictly their own but there was something familiar about Rome. Not that he had ever spent a significant amount of time within Italy, a small tour of Venice on holiday and a quick train around Milan hardly counted. Though now that he was within its center, Casper was starting to understand the allure. And oh, how he felt when his emerald hues landed on the Colosseum for the first time and his whole body tingled. But there it was again, that air of familiarity as the cool breeze swept across the dusk-lit streets, highlighting the parts of it that only the night could bring out. Cigarette a quarter gone fidgeted in one hand while the newly changed vampire’s feet bounced casually as he searched for the spot— Just a Bite. He couldn’t help the snicker at the name, adding it to the list of clever blood bars he’d found over the years and snaked his way to a seat at the red dimed bar top.

“Whiskey, pulito,” Casper spoke briskly, practically demanding the bartender to leave the two alone as his legs struggled to find a comfortable position until opting to use some of Jamie’s free space. The gravity of the situation was fully starting to hit him; what all he was out here for and what that meant for the two of them. That wouldn’t stop him from relying on satire in the face of discomfort. “Flirting with the flare?” bits of his southern roots leaked into his speech as eyes locked onto the vampire’s with a shrug, “He’s cute enough, I guess.”