#waeteeth

[zoeysalisu]

who? @wae-teeth​

where? the color of fashion booth at mercuralia

“What is cookin’ good lookin’?” She greets Jamie with an enthusiastic wave as another costumer finishes paying and leaves with their purchase. The festival has put her in a festive mood, and not even the fact that she had to cover one of her worker’s shift had managed to bring her down. Not when she is having fun, purely and entirely, for the first time in a while. “Enjoying the funeral? I heard there is a bunch of fun booths.”

[rimonakyun-corinth]

location: rimona’s studio starter for: @waeteeth​

“Thanks for keeping an eye on things, as usual,” the two were in their typical spots among her studio walls, the backroom in slight disarray as she found new homes for items she had gathered during her travels. Rimona was starting to rather enjoy relying on a place to come back to, even if its constant changes meant nothing was on solid ground. But some aspects were the same and the more active presence of Jamie was one of them. Part of her felt as though it had evolved a little, turned into more than just casual occurrences for company like all those years ago, and matured into a more domestic light. “I brought you and the kids presents,” implying the progenies and a smile fluttered into her lips as she gestured to a stack of boxes, though she still needed to get caught up on any of the latest antics. And how the fellow vampire was doing, given a few texts don’t exactly allow the same freedom of words as sitting within the same room, “Find your way into any trouble while I was gone?” It was easy to presume he had, charcoal irises flickering towards his stormy ones, always so full of mischief.

[casperhahn]

🎎 from @waeteeth​ sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours It’s funny how a few drinks and a bar fight could land someone in a toybox size taxi cab with a vampire, though that’s the kind of situation that someone like Casper could feasibly say happened. Anyone would believe it if they knew him well enough. That was part of being the kind of guy who would say yes to just about any situation that was set before him. The shifter liked it better that way. Being a little bit on the side of unbelievable— a legend. Maybe it all had to do with the thrill of being the vulnerable one and the need to think quickly at any moment, constantly wanting to see if he could meet his maker. Each divot in the road caused knees to bump as the phrase ‘let’s get outtae here’ rang in Casper’s ears, knowing that it wasn’t a question and he honestly didn’t mind. Wouldn’t want the night to be boring, after all, and the walls of his hotel room were starting to drive him mad. Emerald hues slid over to Jamie, glossy from all the drinks and a devilish grin emerged without much control, “Where we headed, anyhow?” If the vampire had stated it ever, he honestly couldn’t remember and pushed an unlit cigarette to his lips. Not as though he cared more than appealing to his own needs with the no-smoking sign hanging so mockingly in front of him, rolling down the window slightly as the man driving them gave Casper a warning eye. The smell of salt and too much ouzo hanging around them, placing his night in the hands of a stranger.

[zoeysalisu]

who? @wae-teeth

where? the forum, jamie’s office

note: when harry papa met sally babbae

Zoey stares at the door and the door stares back, blank and unmoving. There are more answers inside, more explanations, more than Zeke gave her, and he already gave her so much. And — She wants to know, truly, but she is afraid of what the knowledge means. She isn’t human anymore, and if she hadn’t had Jamie’s blood in her system she would be dead. But — He had said he would protect her, that she would be alright. He hadn’t said anything about turning her into one of them, nothing about making sure she would be alright after —  After everything. It’s a level of responsibility she can’t understand, not quite yet, but she is not sure Jamie had wanted it. And she isn’t giving him a choice in the matter.

She doesn’t want him to hate her.

Swallowing back a breath she doesn’t need, she takes the last step to reach the door and knocks.

“Jamie? It’s Zoey? We have to talk?” Her voice is trembling with nerves, her hand shaking, but she manages to get across what she meant. That is all that matters.

[rimonakyun-corinth]

“Pretty tough being a single parent, huh,” a chuckle almost let itself be known towards the end of her sentence as her feet gently made their way towards him. Bits of exhaustion were winning out over any other feeling, still reeling from all the travel and sported the most oversized pajamas she owned. She, too, had a progeny and it could be a daunting task to care for another in such a way. Though the relationship she kept with her own was drastically different from Jamie’s with his own. Basically sisters, not so much on the parent to child side. Though underlining details were always the same. They looked to them for advice, to be the elder. While keeping loyal wasn’t hard, having all the answers to this whole immortal thing wasn’t always possible and sometimes messy. Very messy.

But it was still a bit pitiful the way he lay helpless on the floor, icy hues flickering towards her general direction before his mouth went to open. “Before you say anything, I appreciate you looking after things while I was gone,” gentle tone as she placed herself on the couch closest to him. Sure, she had help with wards from local witches but it never felt like enough. It felt appropriate anyway, Jamie had never given her any reason to distrust him. “Now— word vomit away.”

@waeteeth​

[rimonakyun-corinth]

“Oh? Do my eyes deceive me?”  the fellow vampire stated as she closed the latest fashion magazine, leaning up slightly from her perched corner seat at the local tea shop. It had been longer than usual since Rimona had heard from Jamie and while she wasn’t fully surprised, his usual careless demeanor seemed more rigid. A worrisome sight, though she wouldn’t press the topic until the time was right or he allowed an open lead into a more serious conversation. Until then, she would allow the comfort of knowing he was at least alive and greeted him with an affectionate smirk. They each had their own lives outside of each other and given their agreement, it wasn’t necessary for her to know every detail nor him to know all of hers. “The notorious Jamie here in the flesh,” a playful tone as she motioned at the empty seat next to her, “Have you seen the latest edition of Vogue? They put Hyun Ji Shin back on the cover and she killed it yet again.”

@waeteeth​

[warborniphigenia]

who? @wae-teeth where? casa de nicodermus-price when? Dec 17th, night notes: doing my starters for Iphigenia in chronological order so this takes place after serissa's starter

"Well, you are the right height, but far too pale to be the man I am looking for," Iphigenia comments with far too much amusement as she eyes the skinny man before her with faint amusement. There is a faint light of recognition on the back of her head, the sense that this man is on her progeny line, is far removed from it. Curious and curiouser, it looks like someone had forgotten to update her on the family group chat regarding relationship developments. All the more amusing to her, and the worst for Adrian she supposes. "Now come on, young man, aren't you going to let me in? Is that how you treat your housemate's sire? My, oh my."

[zoeysalisu]

who? @wae-teeth​

where? outside jamie’s apartment

when? a few days after the konstantin fight

She doesn’t want to do this, doesn’t want to talk to Jamie, to admit how stupid she had been. Not when she is worried that this will the hair that will break the camel’s back, that this will be the one thing that shows her sire how truly out of her depth she is and he will say enough. The entire ordeal with Vasiliev has already proven that she has difficulty figuring out that she is not wanted, and she doesn’t know if she can deal with finding out that Jamie as only helped her out of an obligation. Still, she has to. He told her that the sire bond meant that he felt her distress, so he must know that something happened. She can’t keep it from him, even if the truth demonstrates that she is truly more stupid than she had ever thought possible. Sighing, she knocks at Jamie’s door and winces when she realizes this is an echo to their first conversation after her dead. Truly, she is pathetic.