progeny

[veneriovescovi]

Venerio Vescovi ll Saturchella

Skirt off, fuck in the backseat Take that shirt off, baby, put it on me

[xxerxesx]

Xerxes’ cocky grin said it all. He knew the appeal of his body transcended types. He welcomed Venerio feeling for himself, clenching his arms extra hard so his biceps were at peak plumpness upon contact. “It’s all in the diet. Eat big get big, you’ll see when we grab a bite.” Xerxes usually was one to feed so violently that sharing wasn’t typically an option. However, he imagined blood might taste a little sweeter when slurped from the contours of a handsome vampire’s torso. “Well, there were the orgies but those probably don’t count…” Pit spelunking and dumpster banging probably didn’t qualify as dates either so he held his tongue. “What if I said this is my first date period? Romance hasn’t been a priority,” Xerxes says with a slight bashfulness even though he makes his pecs bounce. “I was psyched you said yes. Though I wouldn’t get cocky just because you’ve had more dates. You’ll be the one imprinting on me,” he laughs, flexing out his best strongman pose now.

[veneriovescovi]

"I didn't think we could put on muscle." Venerio learned something new every century, which was rare, but he'd file this one away in whatever part of his mind was still good at remembering things. "Glad I was wrong." Coyness wasn't something he'd expected from the senator; it was endearing; even as the other's tits quivered in the sunlight, there was an undeniable quality to Xerxes that Venerio had started to believe was vastly underrated. "Whoever said an orgy didn't count as a date wasn't going to the right orgies." He'd been sad to miss the last one, but considering how things had turned out with their weirdo maker Venerio supposed it was for the best. Don't meet your heroes and all that. "Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." More plagiarism is involved, but it's what Venerio was best known for. "Naturally, I've fallen in love more times than I can count. It's my painful gift." Venerio sighed, "This poetic curse I'm forced to bear, a cross I have to endure." That and scabies but the ointment had cleared that right up. If the senator was hoping to keep himself free and clear, it was too late, Venerio had been smitten from the first flex, the jiggling was just the icing on top. "Now... You said something about a bite?"

[xxerxesx]

“Would you ever believe I used to be a scrawny thing? Can’t stop the gain train!” Xerxes even goes so far as to stick his tongue out and flex one arm, always eager to give a stud a front row seat to the gun show. “Glad you like it, because you’re sooo my type. I couldn’t wait to hang with you. Open you up a little,” he says honestly, not at all pressed about their height difference. Xerxes was at the perfect rack-scoping level, but he wanted to be a gentleman at least for the first date. “Like seriously dude, short kings are in. Think of me as fun sized. You wanna have fun, right?”

[veneriovescovi]

"You? Doubtful." Venerio usually went for the poetic types that rhymed gapes with dates while being folded into a pretzel-like shape. Xerxes wasn't a step down; it was more of a step sideways because what was Venerio, if not an absolute fool for a pair of guns? What person could honestly say they weren't beholden to the power of someone who could crack their skull like a watermelon with his thighs? Robert Frost had written something about that once. Because Venerio was Venerio he squeezed Xerxes's arm as he flexed, sighing dead air as he asked himself the age-old adage, what does that tongue do? "Consider me wide open, have you gone out with many other pluto vampires? Be honest. I hate being someone's first, it's an imprinting thing."

[billskarsgod]

[freshmoviequotes]

Robots (2023)

[shesarainbeauxx]

anyone have a lil crush on me yet

[dimitrinicolescu]

"Sexless?" Scoffing and looking directly at the other vampire, Dimitri blinks twice. Sure it didn't happen as much as he'd like sometimes, but that was more a personal choice than anything. Dating wasn't really something that felt right and that was probably an age thing, he thought he was too old to 'date'. To take a lover from time to time though? It happened, only when someone was particularly interesting, and if they stuck around it was usually on them, he was often indifferent. But a lot could be said that he just hadn't found the right person yet. "Is this the part I tell you I'm seeing someone? Is that what you're fishing for?"

[veneriovescovi]

"Ugh, don't tell me that." If Venerio could have died twice he would have dropped dead on the spot. "Her I am: handsome, charming, intelligent, wealthy, educated, modest-" he turned and smiled at Dimitri, winking, "and did I say handsome?" A sigh from dead lungs, not because he needed to breathe but because Venerio was dramatic enough to keep up the necessity all this time. "But woefully single while a slouch like you is in a relationship." He looked Dimitri up and down again, only being playful; his fellow Pluto vampire had his appeal. "Must be a height thing, well, go on: tell me everything." With their track record, there was a good chance that it was someone Venerio had given the blood stick to already.

[etiennedemaury]

Behind the counter there is a list of names that Venerio gave him, he writes down each one. If he comes in and bothers Marius or anyone else, he tries to remind them to write it down, too. It's a running gag at this point but mostly he just doesn't want to send someone the same flowers twice, it's the least he can do. "You know, some people consider French the language of love." It's definitely less personal if he starts just writing something and yet it maybe it would help. Shaking his head, Etienne dismisses the thought and resigns himself to once again just standing there with a pen and paper behind the counter. "What's the context?" Actually he doesn't think he wants to know.

[veneriovescovi]

"The people who say that have never gotten the clap in the Louvre," there was nothing romantic about the French, but he understood why people would think that. Naturally, he spoke it fluently; well, he knew how to ask someone if they wanted to go back to his flat to have sex. Everyone knew the best poets came from India or Persia, so Venerio would plagiarize his way into his lover's good graces. "Write this down: Love demands patience, desire is restless; what color shall I paint the heart until you salvage it? My heard knows you will not ignore me when the time comes, I know it too, but I may turn to dust before the news reaches you." Venerio admired the other's fingers, long and slender, kind of bony but that came with the twink territory.

[aurelienpatenaude]

"What's the part I'm supposed to forget?" Teasing of course, but it was hard to forget the smack that had resounded so loudly through the air; if Venerio wasn't an immortal vampire, Aurélien was certain his head would have done a full 360 spin around. The Donor stretched, arms high above his head as though preparing a night that would stretch on into dawn, the patrons of Just a Bite not typically constrained to packing up early when there were juice boxes to pass around. A yawn came forth next as the fey rolled his neck, lanky limbs hardly feeling the bitter cold that seemed to swarm them this time of year, "You weren't really going to take him to Breadsticks, right?" A grin flourished, "Making him a juicebox instead was a kindness."

[veneriovescovi]

The light tease from Aurélien's lips was ignored in favor of Venerio's characteristic and insipid melancholy. A long, dead sigh fell from his lips as he cradled the eladrin's thin, birdlike jaw. "It's just not fair," Venerio released the other to pace briefly as he worried a hand against his forehead. "I've never had much luck in love, but I thought Gary would be the one. We had a connection, a real, genuine connection." He shrugged, "But DP is where he draws the line." Venerio deflated, "You think you know someone, fall in love, plan a future together, and then they just leave you." This one smelled nice, maybe a touch anemic but it was nothing an iron supplement couldn't fix: maybe Venerio could change him. "Were you planning on heading inside? I suddenly find myself completely alone for the night. It's tragic actually."

[veneriovescovi]

@ofromulan location: Lupercal notes: wow can't believe they're on a date

"I'm glad you asked me to do this," Venerio said as he moved to hold hands with the Senator, naturally the vampire was a romantic and while this festival wasn't historically very popular among their kind, here they were. In true fashion, Venerio had his tits out while simultaneously wearing a turtleneck to craft the illusion that he was much more sophisticated than he actually was. "You're not usually my type, it's a height thing, but that body? Unreal." Didn't help that Xerxes talked like he peaked in high school, but Venerio was still certain that he could change him.

[veneriovescovi]

@counthakan location: The Castle notes: not Lubefest

Thankfully Venerio had gone with the classic red velvet over the colonel mustard armchair, it suited the aesthetic much better as he reclined next to Hakan. Venerio's chair was smaller than the other's, he wasn't quite sure how that had happened but that was how it had worked out. "Have you ever been in love?" Venerio still didn't know much about his grandsire and in the last couple of months, he'd gotten a bit more bold when he was in the other man's presence.

[dimitrinicolescu]

"Probably." He can't help but chuckle at the sentiment because yeah, it wasn't the healthiest, but Dimitri had never quite thought he was well adjusted. His life had been a long and strange one after he'd left his sire and in a way, he didn't entirely think he'd ever healed from the situation beyond going 'it is what it is' and making sure the wives were alright. It was probably why none of his relationships wound up going anywhere, he was so used being some kind of caretaker, the mediator, the one who'd had to placate and soothe after a fight. They were both probably hopeless, he and the man at his side, just in different ways. "Perhaps we're both doomed then." It's said with a small smile at their own expense.

[veneriovescovi]

With any luck, his plan to ask out the Pluto senator on a date to Lupercalia would go off without a hitch. Venerio was kind of a huge whore, and game-recognized-game, so it only made sense that the two of them end up together. "Speak for yourself. I was too handsome to die alone the first time, I absolutely won't be dying alone a second time." Dimitri however? He had big eternal virgin energy; that was probably why Dracula had liked him so much. "Don't worry Dee, there has to be a beard out there somewhere that's willing to get into a sexless marriage with you. It's like Journey said: Don't Stop Believin'."

[warborniphigenia]

"You can believe that if it's what lets you sleep at night," she allows after a long moment punctuated by a raised brow, smirking at the Juliet-less Romeo. Nepobaby she might be, but she had used the jumping start her sire had provided to raise above what was natural for her kind and turn into an entire goddess of war, so in the end it didn't matter. The wedding they were attending was far less important than the one that had taken place in Saturnalia, but it regardless served as a reassurance to her standing on the eyes of the supernatural community. "I know plenty, but not for this wedding. I am here as a courtesy, and to get good food."

[veneriovescovi]

"I sleep very soundly at night, on silk sheets, with the most expensive matr-" Venerio cut himself off, "coffin, money can buy." He had an image to uphold of a very serious, gothic, macabre vampire with a bleeding heart. Everyone was believing it because of all the sad poetry he wrote; once a critic from the New York Times had called his work 'bearable.' That was a lot better than most people got. "You plan on feeding off of elves at their own party? Bold Iphi, real bold. I like it." Venerio was only playing around, he too was here for the snacks, and the wine of course. "Oh, remind me to snag a bottle of their good stuff for Salvador, he'll cry if I don't bring him back something." Venerio would have to peel the label off so he could put the one he'd printed with his face on it; the absolute joy that this would bring to his sire.

[veneriovescovi]

@aurelienpatenaude location: Outside Just a Bite notes: kiss kiss bite bite

Venerior's face was still smarting from the loud smack that resonated outside the club. "Baby, wait, we can go to Breadsticks instead -!" Too late, he was gone. Craig was a dream, but apparently, bringing him to a vampire bar to get passed around three sets of fangs was a step too far for a fifth date. Sullen, depressed and damn near inconsolable, Venerio sighed dead air from his lungs as he tried to consider just why it was that he was so consistently unlucky in love. When was someone going to love him... For him?

"Oh, Aurelien," he scrawny, and there wasn't much meat on his bones; low iron didn't account for the most savory of meals, but he made up for it with the sweet scent of his fey blood. "you didn't hear all that, did you?"

[etiennedemaury]

"Right." He's got a lot of thoughts about Venerio and his various partners. However the other thing is that he doesn't ask about them, not too much anyways. The days are slow sometimes, he likes to make up his own scenarios based on just a few minor details. The dreamy sigh, the red for romance, this was someone new or perhaps an old flame that had rekindled something. Or at least that's what he'd think about next week when he was sending this 'Sofia' apology flowers. Still, Etienne sets the red rose assortment on the counter with a bit of a playful flourish. "What else do you know about her aside from the fact she likes 'romance'?" For the recipient's trouble (Venerio), he tried to include something a little personal to what would otherwise be an arrangement that seemed decently generic. Or maybe he just didn't think too much of roses.

[veneriovescovi]

Maybe scratch Emily. Venerio wasn't even sure if that was her name, but there was someone else he'd fed from recently who was beyond perfect. "Hm, you've got a point, actually. Lets do Harry instead, we had a much better connection. He had dark hair, he was one of the fey. Kind of skinny like you, actually." Venerio pointed out as he brought his thumb and forefinger to his chin before he tilted his head casually towards the side, inspecting the blonde bottle as he did. "What rhymes with bones?" Roams, homes, loans...

[dimitrinicolescu]

"A bit of flirting, a bit of banter, a bit of wondering if they actually hate you or not, it's fun." It's mildly toxic and he's fully aware of that and yet he knows he stayed with Dracula for the longest time because every so often, the chase was rather fun. It's all somewhat masochistic, but Dimitri had never quite thought himself to be some kind of upstanding romantic partner, he was far from perfect in a lot of aspects. Hell, he was in town in the first place to see all the trouble the senate was having, he hadn't shown up to help, he'd come to see the circus up close. "You've never put out with a stranger and spent time pining?" He looks over to the other vampire, eyes bright with amusement because it feels rhetorical.

[veneriovescovi]

"Toxic." Dimitri was the worst kind of flirt, he was one who didn't put out, and had no intention of ever putting out. An eternal attention whore, and they said Venerio was bad. At least this vampire could honestly say that every time he fell in love it was honest, genuine, and sincere... Whether or not he was faithful was another matter entirely. He never was, ever. Not even with his first love. "I pine every time I put out. It's a curse." And Venerio always put out anytime someone he found attractive showed even the slightest inclination towards doing the dirty.

[etiennedemaury]

Person: @veneriovescovi Location: Thistle House He is minding his business, he is minding the flowers, and he hears the bell on the door ring and he smells the wine and the some kind of cologne and Etienne sighs. Putting the shears in his hand down, he goes immediately to the counter and pulls the arrangement of roses out from behind it. It was Tuesday, which meant Venerio was sending something to someone on the rotation. From what he had surmised, Tuesday meant they weren't apology flowers. Most of the time anyways. Sometimes he was scribbling a message entailing 'the burning in both of our loins does not compare to the burning in my heart' on a card. Which was kind of both an apology and a romantic sentiment. Kind of. "The red this time?"

[veneriovescovi]

Venerio was hard at work, scribbling a quick plagiarized sonnet for his latest love interest when Etienna approached with an appropriately coloured envelope. "And neither the angels in Heaven above....Nor the demons down under the sea.... Can ever dissever my soul from the soul.... Of the beautiful..." Damn, what was her name again? Venerio knew it wasn't Richard, and it wasn't Cherissa.... Right? "Sofia." Close enough. Venerio finished the card before sliding it towards Etienne and offered the florist a curt white boy smile and a nod. "Red is for romance," Venerio said with a dreamy sigh, "which makes it perfect."