#IC. ( alexander petrakis. )

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       @goxinsane  liked for a one liner from alexander petrakis.

            “But I'm just content with time well spent.”

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@rubiesintherough - cason sent in a meme for alexander.

   “Then what is the point of you?”

  A flash of something, a faint sheen of luminescent crimson sparkled in dark eyes at the youngling’s impertinence, a prickle of low, ancient anger prickling the hairs at the back of the kindred’s neck.  For a moment.  Oh, but the rashness of youth - he could barely remember what it felt like, the rush of it, the thrill, the fear, the excitement of the challenge, of the risk.  The arrogance of it.  He’d possessed more than his fair share of it, in his younger centuries.  So many, many years ago.   He itched to lash out, to wrap his hands around the vampire’s throat, to press and pull and dig, to display the presence and power of age and majesty.   “You would do well to remember the adage: respect your elders, boy.”

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   @notthescarsyoucansee liked for a one liner from alexander petrakis.

   “ I need you tonight.  'Cause I'm not sleeping “

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    @panamastayed liked for a short starter from alexander

     “I appreciate you making the necessary arrangements for me to meet you after hours, -- I so rarely have the opportunity to survey the potential purchases first hand, much less have the chance to meet those that procured them in person.   My work schedule is -- hectic, to say the least,” Alexander spoke, tugging the gloves from his hands and tucking them into his outer jacket before shrugging it off, tucking it beside him as he offered a hand out towards the explorer.  “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Kane.”

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       @rubiesintherough - cassie gets a bday thing from alexander even though i don’t think they’ve actually interacted yet but humor me or something.

     “If you won’t let me take you out, then you will have to allow me to order something in for the occasion,” Alexander insisted.  He would have liked to make a true evening of it -- close the bar, or hire someone else to watch it for the evening, pamper her with a massage, mani-pedi, hair cut, a nice dress, for a proper night on the town, a show, a quiet dinner on a veranda overlooking something spectacular.  Something truly memorable... But it was all too soon, too new, and while he could have used his abilities to coerce her, he wanted the time she spent with him to be of her own choosing.  And until he loosed the death grip her ‘father’ held over her, that meant the bar was part and parcel.  “There’s a lovely Italian cafe that I could order us a meal from, with a delicious tiramasu to follow, hm?”

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     @rubiesintherough gets a random starter from alexander for fayne.

     “I knew another dance years ... many years ago, now.   She danced like the furies, and drank like a fish --  is that something all dancers have in common, or only the exceptional ones?”  Dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he propped his weight easily onto the bar on an elbow, a nod to the bartender who set a fresh gin and tonic in front of him.   “Two ... actually, make it four shots, of what the lady is having.  I think I’ll join her.” 

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 @rubiesintherough - jane sent in a meme for alexander.

     “It’s how I cope with impending death.”

            “That is -- one of many good excuses to imbibe,” Alexander agreed, a smile touching the edges of his lips, a half breathed, momentary chuckle accompanying the words as he raised his glass towards hers briefly before taking a languid swallow of the dark red wine.  “I must admit that I am curious, however, as to how one knows death is.  Impending, that is.”

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  @crowleyisms liked for a short starter from alexander.

         “The glasses are an interesting touch,” the vampire remarked, easing himself into the seat across from the demon, a smile quirking up the corners of his mouth, one arm draping languidly across the empty chair beside him, the other curled idly around a glass of red wine, mostly untouched, at least thus far.  It was somewhat lackluster to be fair, and didn’t quite seem worth the effort, but blending in did tend to be a necessity.  Well.  For some of them, at least.  “Does no one ever ask about them, try to make you take them off?”

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        @rubiesintherough liked for a ....’short’ starter from alexander

It was the scent of her blood that greeted him when he stirred from his daylight slumber, the scent of it fresh and heady, a scent that he could not place -- that, in and of itself would have been enough to hasten his efforts to find her; the fact that copious amounts of it must have spilled to reach within the confines of his chamber was the only other impetus required.  Whomever, whatever she was, he knew she had been badly injured - proven, by the dark stain that spilled and soaked into the grains of sand, the lap of water against her unconscious form stealing even more with each pull and ebb of the tides.  The gashes were deep across her shoulder, her chest and side, scratches and bruises adorning what other flesh was visible outside of her tattered clothes, her form thin and full of sharp edges and soft hollows.   

The wings lay crushed beneath her, where she’d dropped, cloyed with blood and sand and brambles.  

It had been three nights since he’d wrapped her wounds with strips made from his shirt, hoisting her up carefully and whisking her back to his chateau along the precipice nearly impossible for humankind to scale, miles and miles from anything that might pass for civilization.  It was tender, careful work, work that despite his ability for power and destruction, he was quite capable of, disrobing her, cleaning her wounds, sewing the rent flesh together, bathing her flesh, washing and brushing her hair, all while she slept a heavy sleep induced by a mild sedative, administered at intervals between sips carefully offered of a broth infused with herbs, crushed antibiotics and, to ensure that she did not pass into the realm of the dead, a few drops of his blood.  Just enough to keep her alive, to keep her breathing, to keep her heart beating.   

Her color had returned, slowly, the wounds mending, slower than he would have liked, but quickly enough that he saw no reason to continue to keep her sedated out of fear she might tear her stitches or attempt to escape out of panic and do more harm than she had started with.   She was laid out on the large four poster bed in one of the master suites, the shutters open, the wall length windows cracked to allow a fresh breeze.   He had dressed her in simple wraps, over which he had arranged a toga -  convenient to accommodate both her injuries and her wings, and close, in part, to what she had been wearing when he found her.  Her things had been bundled, set on the bedside table beside her, upon which also rested a bowl of fresh, cool water and a sponge, as well as a tray of soup, soft bread and butter, ice water and apple juice, as well as a small bouquet of freshly trimmed crocus tied with a white ribbon and set at the top of the tray.  

He waited, patiently, as small signs of life and consciousness returned - the randomized pattern of breathing and heartbeat, the increased movements of her eyes behind closed eyelids, the twitch of a finger.   He himself was dressed simply enough, dark slacks and a white button up, sleeves rolled to his forearms, feet bare against the floor, seated in an armchair close enough to the bed that he would be seen, but not close enough to be, he hoped, deemed an immediate threat.  He leaned forward, slightly, as she began to stir, a hand touching lightly against hers, warmer than his own, his voice low and quiet in the room.  “Easy - not too quickly, or you risk tearing your stitches, mikros.  My name is Alexander, and you are safe, and welcome in my home for as long as you wish to stay.”

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@sempitcrnalis - helena sent a meme for alexander.

❝ -- You don't give up, do you?? ❞

        “Shall we say, instead, that I believe that some things are worth fighting for?”  A lazy smirk coiled at one corner of his lips, his gaze wandering along the contours of her features, taking in the angles, the shadows, the creases, the sharp lines and soft edges.  She was, undoubtedly, beautiful, but it was more than just her body that appealed to him.  Her intelligence was keen, her wit sharp - and there was something ... something that he could not place.  “But no.  I am not certain that surrender has ever been an option I’ve considered ... valid.”

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     @wclfgirl liked for a short starter from alexander.

              Now there was a scent that he didn’t catch every day .... or ever, to be more exact, which was something of a rarity in and of itself.   Dark eyes tilted up to the woman approaching the bar, a subtle breath drawn in through his nostrils as he tried to pinpoint the subtleties.   A glass raised to his lips, a sip of the brandy taken, before the glass clinked lightly to the coaster on the bar in front of him.   “I’ll have another, and -- whatever the lady would like, on me,” he spoke, loud enough to be heard by both the bartender and the chestnut haired figure.

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   @goxinsane liked for a short starter from alexander.

          “The boys will be fine -- they know to call you or me if there’s any trouble, they’ve got money to order in and you’ve more than earned a night out.  Please, Leona -- let me do this for you,” Alexander tugged lightly against her elbow, head tilting towards the limo waiting at the curb, door open.  “You take care of everyone else.  Let me take care of you, for once.”

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  @sempitcrnalis liked for a starter from alexander.

      The sounds of his footsteps echoed in a way that if he had been more given to unease, he might have described as eerily as he stepped through from the hallway into the morgue itself, sharp toed Italian loafers pressed steadily to the linoleum.   The silence was, in and of itself, not unexpected, though the sharp smell of antiseptic and chemicals compelled the remnant sounds of machines, beeping and clicking and whirring, the mechanical and electronic chirps that went hand in hand with the modern hospital.  Here, there was none of that, only the occasional clatter of metal against metal, the thudding of a door closing, and a cool breeze that circulated the air throughout the building, attempting but not quite succeeding at keeping the bitter undertone of death from clinging to the walls and surfaces.   

     He paused a few steps into the room, clearing his throat in an unnecessary measure to ensure he had the attention of the only other person visible in the room.   “I wish to offer my apologies for my tardiness -- I was meant to be here an hour earlier, to make an identification and sign paperwork for Samuel Radford?  My flight was delayed, I’m afraid it was inevitable.  I do hope I haven’t kept you.”

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  @intcthatgoodnight  - angel sent an ic meme for alexander.

“Every worthwhile endeavor is fraught with dangers.”

           “And many a worthless one as well,” Alexander countered, letting his taut frame angle back into the chair perched across from the ‘private investigator’s’ desk, fingers tapping languidly, idly against the arm of the chair as he surveyed the intent expression on the youngling’s face.  A face of an Angel, they said, a face that would have made Bodicelli weep?  His lips curved into a shallow, reminiscent smile.  Perhaps.  “You call this escapade worthwhile, but to me it means nothing but unnecessary risk of exposure, perhaps even a likelihood of physical harm, perhaps even entrapment if these creatures are as well informed, well equipped as you claim they are.”  The truth was Alexander knew far more about the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart than he let on, but over his many centuries, he had found that learning what his would be allies or would be enemies didn’t know was just as important, and just as telling, as what they did.  “What in our time together, such as it is, has led you to believe that I would risk so much, when the returns are -- well -- non existent?”  

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@rubiesintherough - aedus sent in a meme for alexander.

“But what good will that do you?”

         “Surely you of all must recognize that when an opportunity to break the mediocrity of day to day life one should seize it,” Alexander countered, a brow arching upwards as he turned his attention towards Aedus, a hint of an impish smirk playing along the lines of his mouth.  “Carpe diem, no?”

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@rubiesintherough - victor sent in a meme for alexander.

“There’s no way they could’ve killed anyone... They don’t have the stomach for it.”

    “If there is anything that I have learned in my many years on this Earth, it is that it does not require guts, or bravery, to kill.  Jealousy, love, fear, anger – or sheer dumb luck, or – the cruelty of fate, are just a few causes that might stir someone to take a life.”   Lips thin, momentarily, as he surveys the man of whom Victor spoke. Unease loitered in the figure, shuffling movements and a reek that hinted at a lack of sobriety that had lasted more than just this night.  “It is clear he wishes to escape something, though, that could simply be the curse of his mundane existence.”  A light shrug followed, gaze shifting towards Victor once more.  “How did his name come to be on the list of possibilities?”