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Quite frankly Selene would rather not be having this conversation at all, but between Lucian and Sonja the latter seemed less likely to tear her apart for her crimes against the lycans. To say that she was having a bit of an existential awakening was an understatement. Everything she thought she had known about the clan she had served for more than half a millenium was falling apart at the seams the more she looked into the matter. She’d not felt this lost and confused since the night her family died.

Had Viktor lied about that too?

At least she is having this conversation with a former Death Dealer. Selene would rather step into the sun’s deadly rays than have a conversation of this magnitude with one of the socialite vampires making up the majority of Ördögház’s population. 

She doesn’t doubt the older vampire’s thinly veiled threat. Sonja was over 150 years older than her anda pureborn — Selene would not last more than a minute in a genuine fight with her, as much as her pride hates to admit it.

“My loyalties are…torn. I served the coven for hundreds of years, thinking I owed Viktor my life, but now I am starting to doubt even that. He has apparently been changing history ever since he became a vampire…I don’t know what to trust anymore.” Selene’s voice trails off to a near whisper, and she determinedly looks anywhere but at the vampire in front of her. The vampire who, if the lycan’s side of the story is to be believed, is the mother of a man she has begun to develop deeper feelings for.

By the Elders, what has her life become?

“Have I been killing lycans for a crime they didn’t even commit?”

[untilthcyrot]

❝ Sonja, you're my girlfriend. You hardly have to ask to drink my blood. ❞ Sookie had quickly recognized the difference between a lover selfishly drinking her blood whenever they pleased and when someone as selfless and respectful of Sookie's boundaries, such as Sonja, needed to drink her blood. It wasn't like it was her first time being bitten, and she guaranteed herself it wouldn't be the last either. It might hurt at first, that initial tearing of fangs into skin always did, but she quickly got over it.

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another attack from william's progeny - this time even more violent than the last. it caused equal parts worry and wonder in the lycan blacksmith. a newly sharpened sword is offered towards sonja, held up in hands that are a little too soft around her.

"your sword, my lady," he says in offering, not daring to look in her eyes with others watching. "i wish you safety as you ride out tonight," he adds. a thousand other things die in his chest, not daring to be out of turn around his vampire masters. "i'll gladly sharpen your sword again when you return."

[llosgcariad]

from that response / @wcrstarter It is one of the few times that he exposes more of his nature than he would have. There are less people to watch him, less to be seen or even heard. And the playing with magic was something that he hadn't done in these lands. At least not with his own, the runes around his neck, he had been testing the boundaries of areas or attempting to at least. Things had backfired and it had lead to this given moment. But the moment she threads her fingers through his hair, it pauses the given train of thought that he had. A memory jarring him from the back of his brain. A haunting sort of memory that he knows enough to stay composed and play it off when she's braiding the hair. He knows it because he hardly ever lets anyone braid his hair let alone touch it. It's one of those personal things and he had noticed that ours had lost their hair that seemed much worse off than himself. He allows the heat to stay in his features a healthy distraction from the memory of a woman soothing over his hair and singing to him. He decides to scowl at her comment about being cold. "Right, because I get cold so easily." He comments back, his fingers moving once he's able to slip from the binds. "Or have you forgotten my very nature?" He allows himself to slip further to her, but there's a low whispering from him, almost soft. And there's a small movement but he catches up with her quicker than most would notice. He knows that she can see past the glamour or even illusions he's made, as well as some of the others. "You want to know everything, that I am." He comes to stand near her as they walk. "Give me a reason to sing for you and I will." Kiran says to her. He knows how the pair of them are, and the celebrations might have affected him, but he's willing to play a game if needed. "Or would you rather find me in the woods waiting somewhere?" He leans to her ear. His movements not slow this time around. He has been testing for awhile what his limits were with the binds, he can play and give her a taste of his survival in the woods, but he also knows these are her woods and not the woods of the fae. "Shall I offer myself for you, and in exchange I give you anything you desire to know?" He leans over to her, and then moves back, red hair trailing down his back. "Or will you loose me in the woods, or will I find my way back first?" Kiran can feel the slight drumming in his ears but the hunt is not a concern, the pull is not as strong for whatever reason. It dulls when she is around, and it seems to lessen at times. Kiran is drawing her into a game of cat and mouse. It'd easy for him to just become a shadow in the woods.

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Sender: @wcrstarter Prompt: 「 CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receiver's lap

Sonja hovering following any mission where the paranormal investigator had gotten hurt had become fairly commonplace with the closer they'd become. When it had first started, Hellboy had done his best to comfort her, but it was clear that his survivability wasn't something she questioned. Merely knowing that he'd been in pain was disturbing for her. No way to soothe her there. Only his healing could quell her worry.

"You're gonna wear out the floor pacing around me like this," he said finally, as he noticed his healing had brought his wounds to mere scars. "C'mere."

When she climbed into his lap, he took her hands, pressing them against his warm chest and leading them to the bullet holes that were healing over. Proof that he was safe and sound. "See that? I'm built to last."

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"I guess this time it was my turn to go and disappear for a little while," At least Michael had the dignity to look a little sheepish. "A lot... happened and I needed to disappear for a little while." Or over a year, but he wasn't going to dig himself probably into a further grave than he likely already was.

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❝ Admit it, honey. You don't want anything to do with Bon Temps or Louisiana as a whole. You're only stayin' here cause I'm here. ❞

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