HONEY & WILDFIRE

“This life I’ve lived has turned me monstrous. I have apologies I need to make… for the lurking, the haunting not far from your mind. I’m sorry for the cuts, the burns, the breaks. All that tenderness between the pain. But I don’t regret. … I don’t think I ever will.”

[ziaziri]

lxcnewolfcal‌:

Cal wasn’t sure whether he should smile or grimace. Ten numbers was a lot but doubting Zia seemed foolish once he’d watched her in action. He licked his lips, glancing down at the numbers in her hand. “Hmmm, I think I will. I’ve got to keep you honest after all.” He took them out of her hand, making a show of reading through them. “So what exactly am I going to be doing for you the next few days?”

The fact that she was able to get ten phone numbers with just the use of her charm and reputation was a confidence booster, something she needed when she felt herself dimming under exhaustion. “Well for starters--” she leaned a bit closer, grinning. “My closet could use some rearranging.” Truthfully she had no idea what she was going to do with him for three days, the bet hadn’t actually been planned but he was insanely attractive and she wasn’t going to pass up good arm candy.

[ziaziri]

sawyerolivia‌:

As bad as she felt for it, Olivia couldn’t help but giggle a bit when thinking about a girl, with zero experience, zero talent, synchrony and no moves at all in the stage, making a fool of herself, and for once, she thanked her parents in her head for always persisting in the ballet classes she had when she was 5 years old, which led to the love she had for dance overall, and later, this chance she’s having at doing something she might actually like. “Thanks, you’ve been nothing but perfect to me and this situation, Honestly. I believe if it weren’t for you I would probably be puking my guts out, out of anxiety and, well this” she held the drinks up “I couldn’t thank you less. And I really do hope I get at least a little bit more used to it after my first dance” And she actually couldn’t, talking to someone way more experienced than her did made a huge difference

“Don’t worry about it, a part of my job is looking out for the women in the industry. And I hate to see someone struggling with their nerves, they’re the killer of dreams.” Zia took a sip of her drink before smiling, it was the best she could do for the girl considering her turn to go up on the stage was approaching but she hoped it would be enough. “I’ll buy you a celebratory drink once you’re done knocking it out of the park. What song are you dancing to by the way, is it something that makes you feel like you could bring the world to it’s knees? Because if not I would also suggest finding something like that to make a routine for.”

[ziaziri]

softiedominant‌:

“I don’t know why I thought that… I guess I was just wishful thinking, you know how I am, Zia, I’m a vampire that don’t drink from the vein and that I also don’t like when people get hurt, we’re very different,” he always wondered how they got along so well, maybe opposites attract as people said. “You also won’t have to go through it alone, I’m here now, not that I think you wouldn’t be able to alone, but I’m here for you,” he always thought she was tough, that she was strong, so he knew she would go through it, he believed her, he knew she could handle, even if she had to do it alone. She didn’t though, she had him, and he cared about her, he wasn’t just saying that, he would do what he could, he knew wasn’t much, but he would try his best. “I hope it’s not for too long either. Not too long, one or two weeks, so I just moved here.”

“That just means you’re boring, drinking from the vein was the best way to feed! Don’t tell me you only drink from those disgusting blood bags? They keep them refrigerated!” Zia never hid her disdain for vampires living alternatively, she never saw the appeal in acting like a human when you were better than them. She liked knowing that she was higher up on the food chain and frequently reminded the people around her about it. “Only just got here? How are you liking the town, considering all of it’s surface flaws-- and murder?” She inspected the windows of shops that they passed, her eyes scanning the little trinkets hanging there.

[ziaziri]

msmattox‌:

“He was but — worse how?” Sia asked, really wanting clarity on what she meant, really wanting know any little detail.  In her own mind, the blonde really had no opinion on anyone else’s taste beyond that everyone should take one.  “Well, women…are just different.” She needed more shots before she got preachy, so she left it there.

“Zia…” Sia breathed her name at her honesty in such an emotional matter, at first. She had been ready to sit there for a few more hours and pry it out of her if that was what seemed necessary. “See, Zee.. You love me,” the blonde bumped her and then turned her shoulder away cutely to break any minimal tension left in the situation. If anything, they had to be one another’s reprieve in a town where the wind could change at any given moment.  “Can I get us some more drinks?”

“My insatiable need to keep people who aren’t good for me has reached new levels, something about a bad boy just-- gets me going.” She grinned, her taste hadn’t developed at all looks wise during her many years. She was still a sucker for cute blondes

“Which is awful! How do you go around caring about people all the time? Isn’t it exhausting?” Zia prided herself on being a stone cold bitch when it came down to it, she still held that self given title but keeping it constant was a bit harder than before. “At the risk of ending this night crying over something completely stupid, I will say yes, you can get us more drinks.” 

[ziaziri]

magenta-the-witch‌:

A human was missing sure, but it was on the witches’ turf the attack happened and Magenta was not about to take any chances. On her break she sat east in a ring of candles and casted a protection spell on herself. She knew it wouldn’t be a permanent solution but, for now, it had to suffice. 

Hearing a knock on the door, Magenta waved her hands upwards and, like magic, the ring of candles dispersed- levitating back to their designated place on the shelves. And with a snap of her fingers the crystals, sage bundle and sea shells disappeared into thin air. Her mahogany colored eyes swept the room once more before opening the door to her massage parlor. “Hey,” she chirped, greeting her client,  “you’re right on time. Come on in”

Zia pushed her dark sunglasses to settle on the top of her head as she entered the room, she’d always found joy in being pampered, more so now than ever. With tensions running high her stress levels were ridiculous, it was getting to the point where her primary form of income had almost made it to a standstill. “Well I do pride myself on being on time, being late could seem rude– and I would hate to lose my spot because of it.”

She smiled at the girl who greeted her, her usual masseuse had been unavailable but Zia wasn’t so picky that she’d pass up her appointment over that.

[ziaziri]

softiedominant‌:

So she didn’t change, that was one of the things that he was wishing that she would have, it was her life, and she did what she wanted, but he would be lying if he said that he agreed with the way that she got her blood. After so many years, he still thought the same way, he wouldn’t ever think that drinking from the vein was okay, unless they allowed one to do so, compelling them to drink their blood, was not something that he thought was okay. “Zia…” he let out a small sigh. “I was hoping that you would have stopped drinking from people like that…” he admitted. “Must be really hard for you to not be a vampire anymore, after so many years being one, I know you got used to it, I can only imagine how much you must be missing it.”

“Why would you think that? I am a creature of habit and true to my nature which is to feed from the vein, have you tasted the blood that comes out of those disgusting plastic sacks? It doesn’t taste good.” Zia had been drinking from humans as long as she could remember, only the ones who she truly deemed worthy were picked to be her own personal stock and, unfortunately for them, had no say in the matter. “It is tough, suddenly being stripped of something so-- personal but I always make it through these things don’t I?” It was a rhetorical question, Diego wouldn’t know anything about the things she’d endured because she hadn’t actually seen him in years. “I do miss it, but I don’t expect my punishment to be a very long one. It’s not like I actually killed someone. But enough about my problems, we can revisit them. How long have you been in stone coast?”

[ziaziri]

sawyerolivia‌:

“ Oh no no, these are my only. To get sick in the middle of the stage would be worst nightmare come true” Maybe Yoga was a good idea, as a newbie she didn’t really knew what to do and went with the obvious “I’ll keep there in mind tho, for next time” She looked down at both drinks, she hadn’t even started the second one and the girl’s scenario started to play in her mind “well, IF there’s a next time” she said as she pushed it away. 

Zia slid the water to the girl once both the drinks were placed in front of her, “Well you’re gorgeous, great figure from what I can see. I assume you have some sort of talent or you wouldn’t have even considered doing this job, or at least I would hope that you aren’t here without any sort of talent or else you’ll be less of a dancer and more of-- comedy act.” It was part of her job to boost the confidence of and lead the women who worked for her in the right direction, applying that same information to the young woman in front of her was no different. “What I would suggest is a few good deep breaths before getting on stage and find something to focus on that isn’t someone watching the show, you can blame nerves for the minimal eye contact the first few times but after that if you want to make them money-- you gotta show them that you care.”

[ziaziri]

msmattox‌:

“No,” Sia corrected in the kind and open tone she had so mastered, specializing in group therapy for a living. “ – I’m not here for any of that.” Even if it would have been nice. And yes, she always liked Ferzia’s attentions. 

“I’m here to apologize, well,” she sighed heavily. That was definitely the wrong word.  “Not apologize. But I just.. you know, care. And hate that this had to happen. That this was the route we had to go.” Just because it wasn’t forever didn’t stop her from feeling a tinge of guilt - if only out of dedication and loyalty - here or there. 

“And yes, of course I remember London. – And that’s when I told you to stop doing it in nasty-ass bar bathrooms. That guy smoked so much he probably didn’t have the lung capacity to handle you.” Sia smiled at Zia.

“He was so attractive though, you know what my taste in men was like back then. In fact, I’m almost positive that it’s gotten worse the older I’ve gotten. Which is very different than my taste in women.” Zia grinned, her travels with Alexia had been some of her favorites. “I did stop having sex in gross bar bathrooms though, so there’s that. I believe I traded up for having sex on the bar.” When she’d had her vampire abilities Zia got away with whatever terrible behavior suited her at the time.

“Since everything-- I’ve found myself wishing that we could return to those days, which is a very new feeling for me. I’ve never once wished to return to the past, and I’m not sure if I want to go back because I want to be a vampire again or if I want to go back because I don’t want to be angry at you anymore.” She couldn’t help but laugh, the human emotions seemed to be seeping into her system like a disease.

[ziaziri]

lxcnewolfcal‌:

Cal smirked, obviously watching her as she got up. His eyes didn’t miss the way her dress had risen, nor did they look away when she failed to fix it. He licked his lips, nodding as if that alone sealed the deal. “Go then. Try to prove me wrong. I’ll be watching the clock to see if your little time estimate is accurate.”

Zia made her way around the club, choosing the men who weren’t occupied by dancers first. She approached them with familiarity, a hand resting on their shoulders and a laugh that was all coyness. The hardest part of the task was moving on to get more numbers without drawing attention to herself, the men would probably not take kindly to being played. After she’d gotten her last number and found herself up one more shot, she made her way back over to Cal with a wicked smile. “Would you like to count them?”

[emeraudetoubiadaily]

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[ziaziri]

openwound-kekoa‌:

“There’s plenty of reasons to ask about something that you have no real interest in. Out of social guidelines or your own inquisitive nature.” He sent her own look back at her. Mimicking a glance like a mirror clouded wall. “Until they find their way to the surface, and then what? Your trapped in your own design.” There are two kinds of people in this world. People who live their lives exposed, not caring who seems them for what they are and those who hold the whole world at bay in fear of what they are. He wondered which person she was exactly. “Who am I to suggest what you should put on your body. That’s all you. Nobody knows you better than yourself, after all.”

It had been awhile since she’d spoken to someone who she could only define as no fun, his responses annoyed her to the high heavens. “I was curious is all, but anyone beating around the bush the way you are is probably covered in butterflies.” Her heels clicked as she approached the counter, there was no sense of urgency or hint of her internal annoyance. “Again, it was just a question. I thought artists had an eye for things like that, at least, the ones I’ve met in my various travels did anyway. But those were artists to paint my likeness, not drag a needle across my skin.”

[ziaziri]

lxcnewolfcal‌:

Cal stared her down, eyebrows raised in challenge. He was never one to back down, especially when it was a bet he didn’t mind losing. “Guess it depends on what your definition of servitude includes. I think I can roll with that. Three days isn’t that bad….and there’s no way you’re going to get five numbers.”

“You won’t know until I win, which will be in about-- I’ll say ten minutes. I need a bit of extra time in there on the off chance that someone turns me down.” Zia stood from her seat then, not bothering to readjust her dress that had shifted upward when she sat at the bar. She was banking on her reputation and the multiple offers she’d gotten when setting up meeting for her girls to come through for her on the bet.

[ziaziri]

sawyerolivia‌:

“I know, that’s what I’m trying to do” she pointed to the 2 drinks in front of her. Of course she get  more, she wanted to get more confident, not wasted. “It’s just that I kinda already got a job here” she pointed to the girl that was dancing around the pole. “I’m after her” It was only the girl’s first song, and there still were a few to go, but Olivia was already mad nervous. 

Zia’s gaze followed in the direction that the other girl pointed in, she was a new dancer in town and that interested her. “Well-- sorry for my misunderstanding. I would have gone with something calming like...yoga before going onto that stage, not alcohol. Unless you’re planning on staying completely upright the whole time, vomiting on stage is not the way to make money around her.” She motioned to the bartender, “I’ll have gin and tonic and some ice water.”

[ziaziri]

msmattox‌:

“If you wanna see my tits, all you have to do is ask.” Sia smirked in spite knowing Zia’s  true point. Her own statement, however, was just as true.  She was liking the way slamming those shots made her even warmer than usual. Besides that, they hardly had any effect.

Many, many years ago, before linking up with Zia, Sia only knew lots of disappointment in terms of sex. The conviction in her nod clear. She watched Zia sip, trying hard not to stare. After all, Zia was made to be worshipped. Another hard truth. “Probably the only thing worse than death.” There was no mirth in her voice any longer.

“It is.” Oh, she liked that Ferzia knew her, and she also thrived on the other’s lack of modesty, describing a type that so happened to fit her own description. Everything about her was tantalizing to Alexia.  “But like I said, I’m here for you,” she repeated with sincerity - no double meaning in sight. 

It was true, if she had to choose between burning in the sunlight or having the worlds worst sex well, sign her up for the roast. “Do you remember that time we ended up in London at that punk bar, I still firmly stand by the fact that that was the worst sex I’ve ever had in my entire existence.” The corners of her lips lifted in probably what was the most genuine expression she’d used since her sentencing.

“And like I said, I’m not interested at the moment. Maybe some other time when I’m not melting on the inside from my own anger.” She brushed her hair back off of her shoulder with a smile, it was almost painful to continuously turn down the advances from her former lover but if Zia knew how to do anything, it was sticking to her guns.

[ziaziri]

softiedominant‌:

“I had to leave my hometown, my mom found out I was a vampire, she didn’t take well… I compelled to think that I had died and make her forget about it, and then I left,” he let out a small sigh, it hurts to just think about it, he was always very close to his mom, and the rest of his family, his sister, aunts, uncles, it hurt him so much that he couldn’t see them again. “Thank you, Zia…” he smiled softly at her, “You look really good too, but you seem different, your heart is beating again, how did that happen?” he noticed she wasn’t a vampire anymore, he knew that it probably was driving her crazy, he felt bad for her. He knew she liked being a vampire, must be hard for her to not be one anymore. He honestly didn’t think was possible to make a vampire go back to be a human, that was news to him.

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing of substance came to mind, she didn’t really have feelings on the matter. When she was turned so many years ago, the only option she’d thought had had was to leave and so she did. The tears shed for her family were minimal. “Ah yes, the pesky little flutter in my chest. I’ve gotten myself into a bit of trouble-- more like a lot of trouble, something I couldn’t get myself out of this time.” Zia turned and hooked her arm around his, now that he was there he might as well keep her company. “I’m sure you remember my need to have my own food source, that backfired quite a bit when I got to this town.”

[ziaziri]

ethxnevans‌:

Ethan was working his regular shift, sometimes he worked other people’s shift as well as his own to stock up on money but today no one needed him to cover so he still had a fair amount of energy to last him for a while.

He made his rounds of people who ordered drinks at the bar and smirked a little when he saw a familiar face, “Rough day?” He asked as he started pouring her drinks and started handing them to her.

“Unfortunately so.” She lifted one of the shots before tossing it back, nothing really fixed her mood like a couple of strong alcoholic beverages. Once she could feel the tell tale signs of inebriation she would be alright, at least until the next day.

“I don’t suppose there’s a rule about accepting a drink from a customer?” Zia slid one of the shots back his way with a smirk, “No one who feels as shitty as I do should be drinking alone, at least not the first round.” 

[meliorn]

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