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a gift for @yaviefey,

Seth had always pertained to a more feral and predatory nature. The night at the Vatican, however, had been this newfound truculence that had become this uncontrolled feat in which all Seth could see was red and this dire need to gluttonously consume blood. He wasn’t one to remember every face but he’d been outsmarted by this creature and defeated in his belligerent hunger that evening, a feat in which Seth could recall sourly. Even now he simmered, a sulky demeanor about him as he sneered, “You’re that fey.”

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There was something to be said about Rome and all of its many roads. Anders was almost certain there was a saying, but it slipped the lycan’s mind. He was so far from the Colosseum, confined to the edges where his shifting had taken him. Anders had been walking the woods for an hour now, unsure which way he needed to go back to his home. It was the first shift without his druid counterpart; the one that would make sure he was home after the shifting and full moon stole his memories away from him. He wasn’t sure why it triggered such lapses, if it was the trauma of pain that Anders liked to block out. Whatever had happened the first time he’d shifted and lost his memory – perhaps something was blocking it. It was a thought that the lycan had often, though his attention was drawn from the log he was sitting on – a fey, which automatically set him slightly on guard. But it wasn’t in Anders’ nature to be rude, and he relaxed despite himself, “Don’t tell me I’m near some portal to your faerie world.”

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a gift for @yaviefey,

notes: kisskisskiss

“What do you think about the Asphodel?” It’s a distracted question as though the Criminal had just been flitting through newspaper advertisements and found something worth considering. Seth figured Yavie was the only sane person to give him a straightforward and levelheaded answer. Seth glanced up at the fey, lips pursed as though in deep thought on the subject, he could still remember when the Pythia would once whisper to him. The gelid and otherworldly whisper of a fallen angel was not entirely something you forgot. “It’s good to be aligned to something,” he waved his hand, “You have the fey prince, some people have the Senate, et cetera, et cetera.”

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notes: munch munch crunch crunch

He’s not subtle, never has been one for such social nuances, Seth circling the Eladrin as though his prey instinct had been set into overdrive. He’s grinning and though it’s not a rare sight, as most within the confines of the wedding party are covered in the same fashion, blood drips from him; Seth sucking the remnants of blood from his last victim off his fingertips. “Now’s the part where you run or fight back,” Seth swings his arms in the air, some manic form of a shrug as he awaits what they could possibly do.

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