starter for: @ezekielurquhart location: belanades & hahn abode, living room
Maybe it was because Casper had always expected to be the one that a tinge of emotion bubbled deep within him— the sire to accidently slip from feeding to becoming a sire one night in the back alleyway of Rome when it came to the newly formed vampire in front of him. Pluto, just like himself, and without any kind of direction at the beginning but Zeke had friends. It felt as though he was almost looking into a mirror when it came right down to it and if Marcella hadn’t specified, the vampire would have thought she was describing pieces of himself. “Would you like another?” his eyebrows moving upward quickly as his emerald hues bounced to the drink on the table between them. In the past, places like Just A Bite or Il Cane Nero seemed fitting enough for a thrall encounter, though that no longer was the case. Before the other could answer, Casper was lifting himself from his comfortable position and made his way to his personal bartop. A gift from his father after the couple had settled into Italy and served more than just traditional cocktails, fingertips gripping a tall crystal decanter full of a certain rich burgundy liquid, “I picked up this grade in my travels, they always advertise that regional food or drink might alter the taste.” He let out a snort that triggered a shrug, “Probably just a crock of shit, but guess I like to think there is a difference between farm-to-table and fast food.”