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She stands tall, proud, disinterested. It's the easiest way to stave off nerves, confusion, and upset. A well scripted play of life. A quiet sentient in deep blue and silver wings that a part of them hopes will take them far from here. Wasn't running always the best source of action when things got too traumatic? The build of their fragile emotions they are used to burying deep into the darkest recesses of their mind are on spotlight now.

But acting? Yes they've always been brilliant at that. A fact she was surprised was met with a few members of one of the visiting clan's members who had actually seen things from her past projects. On her best behavior she had answered their questions. She hasn't seen Çaska in a bit and honestly it's a bit freeing.

When she hears Mila's familiar voice she glances over, now short locks swaying slightly, a few pieces marring her vision before she pushes it back. That would take getting used to. Passing tray receives an empty glass as they hold out their hand to the blonde, beckoning her closer. "You look as stunning as ever, though your beauty never seems to not astound me." They say, knowing they haven't been fair to their girlfriend.

For: @flashfanged Where: The Gala

She still didn't understand fully, Madison's decision to come separate this time around. But Mila hadn't argued too much about it, she's noticed the way they seemed to retract into themselves more and more these passing days. Ever since the opening night of Khaos. She knew what it had to do with, knew it wasn't something about her, exactly... but it still left a bitter taste in her tongue to know she was being pushed away, that she couldn't do anything to help. She caught them a while after she arrived, and a smile formed on her lips involuntarily at the sight. She had seen them in a suit before, but the sight was magnificent anyway. With Daniel saying hi to his sister, and Allie mingling about, Mila had no excuse and no one to stop her to reach out. "You look incredibly dashing in that suit." She commented softly as she reached them, keeping her distance still in case, almost afraid they'd reject the touch. A shy smile on her lips.

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They've parted from Çaska for now, letting her mingle, saying they'll be fine and their own for a while. That she doesn't have to worry about entertaining them all night, though a part of them has come to the conclusion that they are being monitored. Something with how observant the youngest Lomidze sister is being with them and a few long glances on occasion from Viktoria, no matter how far the blonde travels with her date. It puts them on edge. Don't fuck up. Don't embarrass your family. It's like they can hear their judgement without it being voiced.

She needs a drink. Badly. And maybe a quiet place to smoke. Her fingers picking carefully at the lining of her pants pocket, anything to distract. And then there is a squeal and a cloud of pink tulle. Of butterflies caught in familiar blonde locks, flowers blooming from nearly every inch as thin arms wrap around them. A breath, steadying themself as Allie engulfs them. There is a sigh of relief, hand moving from their pocket to rest at the dip of her back and keep her close. It's familiar, they've missed it, even if there is still pangs of sorrow clouding their mind.

"Hi, princess." They murmur, certain she'll hear it with their proximity as Allie starts to fawn. They chuckle a little when she mentions the absence of once flowing locks. "You like it?" she asks, as Allie continues on. "You look as gorgeous as ever." They say with that perfectly charming grin. As if they smile and try hard enough, negative thoughts will be staved away.

who: @flashfanged . ♡ where: The Supernatural Conclave and Gala .

        buried deep with her anxieties, allie thinks maybe the only reason she really wants to come to the gala is so that she can see madi. the reason they’re not there, getting ready with them is a lomizde thing that mila’s explained to her so nicely and she had listened intently, she had understood but now it had just … lost its stickiness, she can’t remember and it’s combed away with the rest of the confusion about why madi wasn’t with the two of them- with mila. what she does know is that it’s a family thing, and that, she understands enough not to ask any more about it.

        the tenderest truth of them all is that she just misses madi, so there’s a bright bundle of happiness that she gets to see them at all, forgetting the rest of the awful bits she’s made out of nowhere. allie knows everything will be just fine, so long as they’re together. and she gets to have the lovely surprise of seeing what they’d picked out. a magnetic silver glint catches big blue eyes and allie finds them in a flurry of petals and butterfly wings.

        she hugs them with an excited squeal, first, throwing her arms around their shoulders in a squeeze that pushes every bit of affection out with the embrace. when her arms loosen, she only pulls back slightly, giddy and about to start spilling from that heart of hers. but allie never makes it back down to her toes, her hands still tangled at the back of madi’s next as she notices the copper of her hair only reaching their shoulders, instead of spilling down their back. allie cards her fingers through the strands, in awe, not mourning.  “ your hair … ”  then, along the shining, sparkling silver cast across their shoulder.  “ ooh, and you have wings. ”  finally, those delicate fingers brush against the side of their face as allie beams.  “ you’re, like, glowing, madi. ”

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For: @witchkore Where: Conclave cocktail hour

It's not like them to muddle in others' affairs. They usually stick to their own things, problems, and interests. Their business is the only business their nose should be planted in. Kind of like a do unto others as you wish they do unto you. An old lesson from their time before adoption. The nuns had always been big on lessons like that. And sure, maybe some of their lessons didn't stick, but others the redhead kept close to their heart. But their curiosity in this case…well, it has gotten the better of them.

The mysterious figure that they've seen their sire speaking to. A witch they'd seen after the storm when they had come to check in. To show that they tragically were still around and make sure the rest of the family was sound. Quiet and mysterious. Seeing the other near the bar they make their way over, settling next to them as they order their drink. "Pretty wild, a party so close after that storm." They say as an ice breaker.

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For: @caskalomidze Where: The conclave

Their arm is held out, letting Çaska loop her own around it as they head into the building. Their mind is a whirlwind, not focusing on any one thing as they enter. They still aren't sure why the youngest Lomidze sister had asked them to essentially escort her. But they are finding it's hard to deny her requests. They do wonder again if vampires can compel one another. Çaska was old enough that they assumed she would know how to do it. They think of asking Mila. The thought of her makes their lips twitch downward a moment, before they school their features once again. Not tonight. Not here. Not in front of anyone. They can let it out later, in privacy, in shame.

Their hand in their suit pocket tightens around nothing, and they make a show of smiling down at their partner for the evening. "So do we dance, or am I just here to be arm candy? I mean you have the crown, feel free to direct me." They say in a joking manner, wishing they had decided to wear something as fun as Viktoria. But wasn't a Gala the perfect place to peacock for an evening? With any hope there won't be bloodstains on their jacket by the end of the night. "You look gorgeous by the way, red suits you." They complement, smile charming, but with a rare warmth to it.

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They aren't sure what makes them do it, aren't sure what runs through their veins as fiery locks fall to the salon floor, but a sense of change may fix this deep feeling of confusion, perhaps. They stand in the room they use as spare space in the Lomidze mansion, the home of their family, hours later. Çaska has said she'll be standing by their side tonight, she isn't who they think should be in that place, but they welcome her seemingly kind offer. Just make it through the night, they can't afford to be a further embarrassment.

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 arrives alongside the ever elegant @caskalomidze to represent the 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐙𝐄 family. Unaware of any hard feelings or chagrin from the youngest sister. With mind already feeling on the breaking point they hope this night doesn't turn out like that of their first presentation to the world behind the veil at the Masquerade a year ago. They keep their eyes peeled and focused on making sure their partners are safe, while maintaining a level of distance.

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Leave it to Allie to insist she is okay, that they hadn't done something they can see they clearly had. Their hand reaches out and caresses her cheek having crouched in front of her. "I did, I should have been more careful, especially when drinking and smoking were happening. I'm sorry I cut our night short." They apologize. Thumb stroking along soft skin slicked in the thing they crave most.

A part of them, animalistic and based instinct, tempted to lean in and lick it from her cheek. The urge to lave their tongue against her neck. The urge for more. It always creeps just below the surface. And Allie would let them. She'd let them suck her dry. Would apologize that there wasn't more.

Their eyes are sad but they don't voice it, tonight wasn't about that. They needed to be normal for her. Their free hand moves to take hers and raise it with the granola bar. "Eat." A soft demand. They'll shake off their feelings with caring for her. It's easy enough to slip into the role. Hand on her jaw slides up into her hair, eyes grazing over her face, just stern around the edges.

"I'm going to get us clean clothes and start a bath. That is to be gone by the time I come back for you." It's clear they expect obedience without being mean to her. That was saved for special occasions. Leaning in they press a kiss to her forehead. "I won't be long." Standing they let their hand fall away, heading up the stairs to get them out clothes for after a bath. Tomorrow they'd bother cleaning up the actual loft, right now they are focused on Allie. Making sure she recovers fine.

        it takes her about until they make it home to the loft to realize that she’s not dreaming. she’s never felt more of a sugar plum fairy, the memory of whoever had called her that too faded to recall, now. the room’s doing ballerina spins in front of her eyes, until madi sets her down somewhere good and solid. soft, she presses her fingers against the cushion of the couch, and it’s only when she lifts them up that she finds the imprints of blood she’d left behind. before then, it hadn’t felt so bad being dizzy, it’s like a high, only different. with all of her trust placed in madi, she’d just been floating, unsure if she had been talking at all, or if it had been in her head. the blood reminds her of soleil, the bite that she had remembered, reminds her that they’d left, driven home, the rest blurring together in a haze that allie tied with the comfort of being held close. there’s a gentle bout of mourning for having left the club, but they’re home now, and she’s with madi and that’s all she can think of, clearly. her brow pinches, where’s madi, now?

        they’re back within that moment. the witch blinks, taking the juice box and the bar in her hands.  “ i didn’t think you did. ”  the soft assurance leaves her, eyes finding them, round and still edged with the same confusion as before. why did she need … ? oh, right, the blood. well, that’s silly, because she’s fine. allie drinks the the juice, but stops to reach for madi.  “ i mean, like, i still don’t. it was just a little bit, it’s okay. i’m- i’m okay, i promise. ”

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For : @nadiaholme

The spell is saved to their phone, the blueprint for something that could make all the difference to them. It hadn't been particularly hard to buy. A friend of a friend having gotten the information from somewhere they aren't particularly sure of, but no questions were asked. They suppose they could have asked Allie about it, but on the off chance this wasn't real. On the off chance something happened to them, well, they'd never put that kind of burden on the girl. So they look elsewhere.

Witches, outside of Allie, of course, aren't something that Madison has much knowledge on. They don't even fully know how to find a witch save for smell alone. And well going around sniffing people, it's not something they plan on doing. But with the right people and the right questions they find themself passing under the tinkling bell of the coffee shop that was supposed to be a sort of witchy hotspot.

The information seems to have been honest, a wave of magic hitting their nostrils upon entry. It's cozy in here, a place they would have frequented in mortality. Keen eyes takes in the decor, nose tingling practically as they near the counter. Offering a smile to the barista there they look up to the menu, eyes darting over it. They can smell it strongest now. A witch. Would it be too forward to just ask? The shop is seemingly empty aside from the two of them, they sigh. Bottom lip caught between their teeth. Maybe they should have asked Svetlana about this, or even Viktoria. Now they just feel silly, and they were standing here looking like an idiot.

Finally their head tilts back down and they offer a slightly unsure grin. "Hi…I'll take an Americano, iced." they lead with their hand gripping their phone in their pocket. This was a stupid idea, but before they can second guess themself they are setting the iPhone down in front of her on the counter, screen facing towards her with the spell in plain sight. "And maybe some help with this…?"

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Un - fucking - believable. Well they certainly weren't going after her again. They'd find another way out, use the alley system to make their way around the downtown district. It'd still be a challenge but the brick buildings could act like a buffer. That woman on the other hand? They wouldn't be surprised if she ended up a casualty.

She watches Malee for a moment, at the way the woman is struggling just to get down the stairs. Such a silly woman, an odd woman. Pretty, but strange. Maybe she just got hit in the head out in the weather and wasn't thinking clearly. They had other things to think about though.

They find the door for the storeroom and within the fire door. Perfect. They are about to make their exit, hand freezes on the handle though, thinking of the woman out front. It's the cats that make them pause, fingers denting into metal. If she dies there would be no one to feed them. To take care of them.

They let out a frustrated huff and punch a dent into the door before making their way back out to the main store front, moving to hang out of the front door. "Hey! Lady!" They bark. "You want to get home? Where do you live?"

   trying to think of some foolproof plan to get her home and back with her five cats, malee pouted as she looked out to the storm. her chicken was gone and she too, was starving. lost in her own world, she turned to face the other at the mention of her chicken and glared them down. she was more hangry then frustrated. instead of saying anything more, she marched towards the door and stared back at them.

"it wouldn't be lost if you hadn't left it." she deadpanned, before looking back at the window. she could make it back to her apartment in one piece right? quickly tucking her EMF reader in the safety of her inner pocket, she pulled her cap on and pushed the door open.

"this was fun and all, but I have 5 cats I need to get home too~" she shouted in response, before she's determinedly taking a step outside and using the railings outside to pull herself towards the direction of her apartment. it wasn't far, but with the storm it might as well be. "MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!" she shouted to herself mostly, as the saying did motivate her to conquer the stair stepper at the gym. reaching the next railing, she used all her might to not be blown away again.

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They crack a grin as Morgan plays along, chuckling softly at the implication. They wonder if a part of them will ever feel envious of the aging of humans. And then they remember themself. They were only as good as their looks, as their body. They needed to maintain value and that meant maintaining their youth. twenty-seven had already been pushing it.

At the question about Declan, yes, that was the man's name they nod. "Yeah, I can only smell soap. He's clean. Just a sweaty gamer, same me." They let her know and then follow back around the counter and into the office, closing the door behind them. Maybe this was a true test. In the confined space, they can smell her more clearly, can hear her pulse and heartbeat. Can imagine the gush of crimson if they bit into her now.

They can't stop the wonder of what Morgan would taste like. Would their connection make her taste as delicate as Allie? They shake the thoughts away. No one in the arcade. Least of all Morgan. "Most of it is for me, higher tolerance." They soothe her before grinning and nodding. "It is, the levels are off the charts. A real bang for people's money."

A good half hour later…

They feel pleasantly weightless, the THC running pleasantly through their limbs, the amount they had ingested enough even for their new body chemistry. "How does your wrist feel? If you can even feel anything." They say with a hearty laugh.

"It's what people my age say to remind themselves they can't have the same kind of fun they did when they were your age," she corrects. Morgan thinks about the kinds of late nights and recreational substances they'd partake in in college, she and Bradley. It all tapered off as they got older, of course -- as metabolisms slowed and days got busier with work, as different things brought them joy and other, formerly friendly things could leave you in bed for half the day nursing a headache or a stomachache.

Still, growing old is a privilege, and she's glad she and her husband got to do it together for a while.

"...Are you talking about Declan? He's not... that sweaty. I mean, he's not sweaty at all. Wait, are you talking about the gamer word sweaty? I hear kids saying that and at first I thought the teenage boys were finally becoming self-aware about their BO, but... I don't think that's what they mean," she says, only somewhat stalling. Declan was getting along just fine in his early days. Nervous, sure. But sweaty?

She grabs the pharmaceutical bag and waves Madison into the back office. "I'm sort of regretting it tomorrow already," she sighs. "Just go easy on my wrist. It's still just barely back together." Once they're both in the back, Morgan peels open the crinkly bag, which feels deafeningly loud.

"Oh man... that's. That's big. We're sharing it right? Is this the nuke you just mentioned?"

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They feel silly, like they aren't performing right. Like they've already run through a scene for hours and the director still isn't satisfied. Like their check wasn't large enough for a new score. They're a failure. A waste. They knew it. Viktoria knew it. Even if her judgement doesn't look too severe, they feel it in multitudes and they feel nauseous over it. Can a vampire vomit? They think they might.

Their posture slackens, shoulders hunching in like she's scolding them, eyes still can't meet blue. They hate eye contact on a good day, it makes their skin crawl. Looking at someone as they pick you apart, inch by inch. Seeing their thoughts play out. Feeling them reach into your soul and read you for what you are.

The last time Madison had looked someone in their eyes, truly, no point behind their head, had been the night they had watch the life flood from their father's face. They had wanted to see it. See his fear. See his death.

They snap from their thoughts when Viktoria speaks again. She wants to know how they do it. They feel embarrassed all over again, they've only tried twice. They know the logistics of it. No what they have to do, but it's the eyes. "I — " They pause and take a breath, hands fidgeting the more they take pause. "I don't like to make eye contact with people I guess, so…I can never focus long enough for it to work." They explain, head falling into their hands.

"I'm such a fuck up." They grumble, already beating themself up, they feel like they might cry and that only humiliates them further. They refuse to do it here, do it now. In front of Mila was bad enough. They'd walk out into the sun if it happened now. Suppose they show her just how weak they truly are.

When Viktoria leaves to answer the door, they try to pull it together. Try to prepare themself for whatever she has planned. A heartbeat, when the woman is brought in with the blonde, they take an unnecessary breath. Just compulsion. They just need to stare into her eyes for a few moments. They can do this.

Standing they move in front of the delivery girl, eyes closing for a moment before they catch lively green. Focus, you can do this. They try to tell themself. "Hi," they start out, fingers near shredding at the hem of their top as they try to keep their eyes locked. "I want you to…" There is a clear waiver in their voice and suddenly the connection is lost as they look away. "I can't...I'm sorry."

Viktoria's eyes narrow at the revelation that Madison just wings their feedings. No wonder they're struggling so much. "You've fed tonight already." A quick cursory glance down with a bit of a frown - a bit of judgement, but not overly so. It's also not a question that needs to be answered, she already knows it. Another tap of her chin, then.

"Alright. We'll practice immediately, then." She reaches into her pocket and taps lightly on her phone until she's finished. "Pizza will be delivered here in forty five minutes. That's more than enough time to tell me exactly how you go about it and what troubles you find." She gestures to them to start.

And forty five minutes, exactly (she'll have to tip the woman extra when she's done), their pizza is here. She brings it to the bedroom, along with the delivery driver who has been compelled to be calm and friendly. Viktoria places her in the middle of the room and gesture to Madison.

"Alright. Show me. Compulsion only - make her do jumping jacks."

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They're going over reports, checking percentages and profit. It looks like they are in the green and then some. Knew this business had been worth investing and building. Another venture to occupy them, to busy their mind and chase away the demons that crowd it. Another click and they are depositing a portion into the business expense folder, ensuring everyone gets paid and things continue to run smoothly.

They hadn't really needed the money before the change and now with family backing they truly will never need money again it would seem. So raises all around. They can hear someone approaching before their office door even opens. Their eyes stay fixed on the computer screen, appearances after all.

When the door opens and they hear Annalise they look up and instinctively smile at the woman. Letting her go had been hard, but after so many chances it just felt like a slap to the face. A level of disrespect that makes their smile falter a little. Money, of course. They'd had her check ready for her, she had just never shown up. "I can get that," they say with a sigh. "Actually, let me cut you a new one. Everyone got raises recently, good quarter, you were here for it. Mostly. So it's only fair."

@flashfanged where: High Hopes

She walked through the front door, straight behind the counter and into the back where she knew she would find Madison. The hunter didn't stop to speak to anyone, didn't wait for an unneeded invitation, her mind set on her destination only. "I don't think I ever collected my last check. Can you look?" a beat, "Please." Annalise added, knowing full well that Madison had every right to fire her when she did. She had missed countless shifts, and even though she had always been reliable before that, it was enough to get anyone fired. Of course, she had good reason but she never divulged that to Madison and she doubted it would have made much of a difference. Everyone in this town had their own shit going on and still managed to live their life and handle their responsibilities. Annalise couldn't, and unfortunately it was what it was.

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They look over Mila as she watches Allie, they can see the inquisitive way she is studying them. Hopes she won't bring up that night. The night they were distraught sex hadn't even crossed their mind as a way to cope and soothe. The night Autumn told them they should just go out and beat whoever touched Allie. It still runs through their mind. The thought of ripping and tearing. Destroying. Laying their claim. But Allie didn't want to be claimed or held down. So they'll stay their hand. At the question of storms they nod their head.

"In season back home we'd get hurricanes and tornadoes. I noticed the clouds and pressure change before the rain started. That's why I came lookin' for you two." They sigh, they don't have the heart to tell Allie they will need to go out in search of some kind of provisions. Food for the witch and blood for both them and Mila. Feeding Allie when there was no telling of the storm breaking wasn't a good idea. If there had been more prep time. The sky is overcast enough though that they can with stand the elements.

"It'll be safe down here, nothing to worry 'bout. Nothing will get you two here. And I know how to shoulder this kind of thing. I'll just need to hit the sports store down the road, and then I can stop by the blood bank, no one should be there. It'll be fine. I'll be back before either of you know I was gone."

@nivokova

She hasn't been in a hurricane before, has never lived through one despite living for far longer than any of the other two occupying this space with her. There was nothing like this in Russia... mostly snow, and snowstorms that aren't quite the same, much colder. A lot more somber. But she had had a roof under her head, walls and windows to watch the snow fall, and a fire to keep her warm when her parents wouldn't.

She looks to Allie and smiles, a small gesture that's filled with amusement at the question, and then to Madison. Trying her best to mask the concern swirling inside of her. She had seen how upset the other had been, when they couldn't place where Allie was, or with whom. But she doesn't see any of it now, so she lets it be and hums in acknowledgement at the words.

"I've never live through one." Her time near beaches and ports had been short, gusts of winds through her life. "So at least one of us knew what to do and was prepared for it." Even if she was sure this wasn't the most normal Hurricane to exist. There had been nothing before it, no weather change, no rain, no news. She looks to Allie. "I don't think that's how food works... do you always keep edibles with you?."

@enchaentingly

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She slumps into them and they easily support her, yes, they had taken too much. Without hesitation they move to pick her up, to get her out of the crowd. Some air and something non-alcoholic to drink until they can bring her home. There is a sudden noise from the speaker, Lights fluttering and blinking and suddenly they are in a downpour of blood.

Dark eyes flutter to see through and past it, even as blood pools to the whites of their eyes and pupils blow wide, fangs pricking at their bottom lip as they extend. What a sight they must be, Allie cradled to their chest bridal style as they look every bit the monster they truly are.

"I'm going to get you home, you need to eat and we are in no position to stop anywhere else." They tell her. The trip back to the loft is awkward, the uber driver won't look at them and they can't exactly get them to be any calmer. The tip they leave is sizeable, the best they can do in this situation.

And then Allie is back in their arms and they are making their way to the top floor. Getting her inside and on the couch, they'll worry about blood stains later. They are no stranger to being coated in the sticky substance, they move quickly. coming back over with a granola and a juice box. "Come on, princess. I fed a bit too freely."

        getting madi out is probably the best thing to happen this week, or maybe even this month! she hadn’t tried to hide her excitement, bambi eyes turning to a face splitting smile, with allie cracked open to reveal light and butterflies. madi got the biggest hug, the biggest kiss, both of which almost led them to never leaving the apartment at all. but they’d gotten here. there always is a safety with madi, always has been. someone to keep her grounded- maybe the only person who ever could keep her from floating off. allie doesn’t find it boring at all, she doesn’t find it heavy, or limiting. madi knows her, wants her here, and even if she gets lost, madi’s always there to bring her back.

        as always, it was allie’s choice where they went. she’d chosen soleil. it felt more madi, in addition to the fact she’s pretty sure it’s owned by a vampire friend of madi’s, or something. plus, it’s a vampire club, and allie wanted them to feel as comfortable as possible. she doesn’t want to be selfish. if she wanted to be alone, she’d have found a way, stumbling and lost, and- and lonely. but she doesn’t, she never does. she wants madi, that truth bleeds through every moment. along with the glitter, the heat, the lights, the closeness of every other body. she finds that none of them touch her like madi’s does. it makes sense, more sense than anything else. madi tells her that vampires don’t have heartbeats, but she’s so sure that they carry their own music with them that allie could find in every crowd.

        lost in that music, woven with that of soleil, the kind of bass that reaches through your skin- it elicits a surprised gasp and giggle from her as madi whirls her around. she can’t find disappointment, she fits just as well, facing madi as she does facing away. in fact, really, she likes it better. all that matters is that they’re holding her, all that matters is that they’re here. every moment enthralls her, enchants her, a kind of magnetism allie doesn’t want to refuse, or flinch away from. that feeling deepens as their touch does, their grip steadying and a part of allie knows what’s happening before teeth impale the delicate skin of her neck. it’s sharp, but that’s not the feeling that overwhelms her as they take, as they drink, and feed. do it, do it, do it, i want you to, i want you- it’s a song that chants along with the beat of her heart. allie feels a soft sound escape her, and then it’s over, madi pulling away. the disappointment is overtaken by the flutter of her heart at the idea that she’d done well.

        “ uh-huh! ”  duh, she’s always feeling alright. the rest of what she means to say flutters away, spooked off by whatever weighs down the lids of her eyes, lashes drooping with it. whatever ignites her skin, makes her droop into madi as the rush of her heart struggles to keep up. because it’s madi, the feeling lasts, soars from her neck to every other part of her, filtered through the heart. allie blinks, doe eyed, a little foggy, she looks up at madi.  “ does that mean you want to go? ”

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Good Girl! (from Andi!)

They chuckle at the sentiment, at the praise. Sidling closer to the woman, hands sliding down to her hips and bringing her flush against their taller frame, eyes alluring, lips twisted into a devilishly charming smile. "Oh yeah? Mmm…I'm afraid I can only behave for so long. You're tempting a devil, sweetheart." They let that Cajun which hides under years of training, coat the endearment. Hands give a squeeze, leading the other back towards the bed.

"Now you sit here and be a good girl, for me." They purr, settling on the edge of the bed before gently pressing a hand in the center of her chest to guide her back into silky sheets. "Let Daddy take care of all that stress and worry." And then they are sinking to their knees, hands working to unfasten pants and rid Andi of them entirely.

"Beautiful…" They murmur once she is bare, eyes searching over their prize before hands wrap around thighs, bringing her closer to the edge of the bed and her knees over their shoulders. "Don't hold back, baby." And there is that devil's grin again.

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Çaska: Mhm. Good Girl. 🤭💖💞

They aren't expecting it; those kinds of words aren't usually used on them. Usually, they are the one saying them, but Çaska seems to be proving that yet again, she is anything but what you'd expect. The arousal shoots to their core at the praise, though, cheeks flushing with borrowed blood. They find that for her? They want to be good, so they don't mind the shift in dynamic.

Hands still eager as they rid themself of more clothing. They're ravenous, ravenous for her. Ravenous for more of the sweet words that they could earn. The praise of being a good girl. Plush lips meet the other vampire's eagerly, no tease, just full of want.

"Say it again?" They murmur into it, hands moving to the other's hips, blunt teeth running over bottom lip before they look at her again, eyes searching. "I can do and be anything you want." They say like a promise, reaching down and bringing the smaller woman up on their hips and pressing her into the wall. Lips move to her neck, kissing slowly and nipping.

"Please?" It doesn't matter if the words sound a little desperate; they've found that with Ças they have no reason to lie or hide. Something in that youthful face and bright eyes, the way she looks up at them with fondness and curiosity, peels away layers of fear, revealing hard stone walls that protect something softer and more malleable inside. "Let me be good for you…"

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August || Daniella || Madison

Send me "Good boy/girl" for my muse's reaction to your muse saying that to them!

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They hum as her arms come to wrap around them, comforted by the affection. It's almost enough to kill their wandering mind, but being a vampire will never be so easy. Or perhaps it will in time. When they learn to regulate their emotions. They're still so young, she reminds them, even Mila is young for their kind. There is plenty to learn. They shy away from asking Svetlana, a fear of shame and embarrassment. But Viktoria has seemingly decided to take on the task of guiding them. To keep the image of the family they are now a part of.

At the blonde's suggestion to read to them, they nod their head against her chest. They haven't been read to since they were a child in the orphanage; the sisters used to read to them and the others every day. They nuzzle closer to stave off the memory. They're already upset, no need to bring forth the past.

"Would you? Your voice is so soothing." They complement, face turning slightly to press a kiss to peeking skin. Briefly, they wonder what it would be like if they fully tried monogamy, if they stopped chasing after fairytale witches with sweet eyes and soft lips. If they just let themself be content with the woman beneath them. They think they could do it. Let her love them until she was through.

They wonder if Mila might not ever be through. Suppose her words are clad in iron, clad in honesty. Suppose she wants them that deeply. It seems like a silly thought, they don't let their mind play on what-ifs. Thoughts like that lead to heartbreak and disappointment. They know their place in the grand scheme. Pretty until they sour. Useful until they aren't.

The smile on her lips remains through the motion of their second kiss, and she laughs softly at the movements, as they get comfortable, nuzzle against her and find comfort the way a cat would in her lap. She moves her arms, opens them for them to settle and takes the book with her to avoid it being crushed. Moves them down once they've settled if only to wrap them around their frame and hold them. Giving the comfort they're quietly asking for.

She can understand, to an extent. To have your heart being pulled one side and the other and not knowing which way to go, which pull to follow. She wonders briefly if it'd be better or worse if she weren't in the picture and Madison could be freely with Allie everywhere. But the feeling of them settled against her chest, their ear listening and following the beats of a heart that wasn't doing its work anymore was enough to erase the thought from her mind.

Letting her fingers thread through their hair, she hums softly, caresses the strands gently, looks down to them and to the book she was reading just moments before. "Would you like me to read to you?." She's read to only one person before, has images of a young Thera when her grandmother let her stay with them and reading her books to her. About magic, always. "Or do you want to talk?."