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[acebordeaux]

claire-ofdavenport‌:

Claire let out a small yawn. It was still early in the morning and normally she would be in bed, but both her dogs wanted to go out for a walk. She didn’t grab any gloves and her hands started to feel the chill of the cold morning. “Alright!” she called to Artemis and Apollo, “Let’s go back home.” Both dogs perked up and ran to her side. Without fail Apollo slipped as he ran and tumbled toward her. Claire couldn’t help, but laugh. She hurried down the streets wanting to get back into her warm house.

Ace spotted Claire from afar, yet sought not to actively make conversation. After all, it would be mere formalities. She was in love with her brother; other than that, there was little need to talk. Yet, after the dog tripped once more and Ace darted forward. “Claire—” She called out meekly, helping the dog up. “Be careful. He might lose you.”

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nixonreynolds‌:

“Are you here for the tour or what? You’re in luck. Our very own Ross called out for the day, so I’m stuck reading this shit off of a clipboard. It’s free and no one signed up – so let’s go before we get some shitty field trip class from the local middle school. You know what I hate more than this job? You guessed it: seventh graders.”

“— I don’t really think it’s necessary.” The Bordeaux murmured, turning her back against the counter and looking the other vampire up and down. “If you really want to, though—” It wasn’t like she hadn’t of familiarised herself; it was simply an easy place to meet her boyfriend.

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the-emrys-bordeaux‌:

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“I know, I know,” Emrys replied with a light chuckle as his sister lectured him. “But I’m pretty sure if I held him correctly I’d lose an eye.” He held the cat out to his sister’s stretched out arms, knowing the cat would be in safe hands with her. They had often bonded over their shared love of the animal. “I don’t think he liked being untangled from the brambles, even if I was helping, so he might be kinder to you.” 

“Yeah.” Ace offered a one word reply to all of his stated concerns, gently and both safely holding the cat. Her clear affinity for the animal meant that she could occupy her abundance of time, yet her own cat would often wander for far too long. “Should we take him to a shelter?” She murmured to her brother, glancing back down at the cat, attempting to search for any injuries. 

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It was the highlight of her day when he met her after college. The walk after class was brisk, attempting to somewhat navigate them away from the cold. Ace flung her scarf over her shoulder, pulling a cigarette out of her box and holding it out to him; a ritual after almost a year. “Are we going to get a Christmas tree?” She asked her boyfriend with a half smirk, swiftly lighting her cigarette before passing it over to him. “I feel as though it’d really make the apartment look less like a library that happens to have a bed and a kitchen in it.”

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themayor-calloway‌:

The meet n greets never ended these days. He’d even had a PR event visiting the street cleaning union thanking them for their diligent service to clean up the streets. Then had been a local soup kitchen to talk about coming together as all New Yorkers did during a crisis, especially during the holidays. Now he was visiting a few of the local hospitals, talking to people that had been effected by the rain. Showing his face and making sure that he was present and in the public eye as the people’s Mayor. He preferred these personal moments where he could talk to the citizens of the city. Even with the two armed bodyguards looming not too far away. He flashed the person that approached his trademark smile, bright and inviting, reaching his hand out to shake theirs, “Hey, how you doing?” 

Visiting a friend meant that her mood had already plummeted. The corner of the wall became her sanctuary, holding most of her weight as she leant against it. Watching the mayor come over, her arms stayed firmly by her side, not reaching out for a handshake. “I’m fine.” She said coldly, not bothering to reciprocate the question. “PR move? That’s bold.”

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the-emrys-bordeaux‌:

“No need to look at me like that,” Emrys commented as he emerged from the brambles holding a cat out in front of him. Emrys often rescued cats he found on the streets. He did his best to recuse all animals, but he had always been particularly fond of cats. Unfortunately, not all cats wanted to be rescued or realised that Emrys was only trying to help. “If this cat had bitten and scratched you as many times as it has me you’d be holding them like this too.” The cat had been badly tangled in the brambles, and Emrys had received numerous injuries whilst trying to free the stray. 

A look of confusion overtook the younger Bordeaux’s face as she watched her brother emerge from the greenery. “Emrys—” Ace sighed softly, stretching her arms out to hold the cat. “You’re holding him incorrectly.” She was akin to her brother in which she had a particular softness for cats, even if her boyfriend failed to see the appeal. 

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Jack ⇄ Ace

Jack: I was hoping you forgot.

Ace: As if I would.

Ace: Sorry I left before I could tell you in person. I had class.

Ace: What do you want?

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Ace ⇄ Jack

Ace: Happy birthday.

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julianxrhodes‌:

          The initial onslaught of rain had left many on edge, the crimson essence of such liquid proving to be unnerving at best Julian taking to the streets in typical fashion between each break between the madness. Any drop that had touched calloused fingertips burned and he had been attempting to diverge home for the sake of his girlfriend who never dared to pick up her phone at the right damned time. All the same, many New Yorkers had continued to be enraptured within their own superficial bubbles, Julian snagging somebody practically by the collar as the tainted storm began to hail down once more, dragging them unceremoniously beneath a bodega overhang. “Be out of place to make a joke about being envious of raining cats and dogs right?” Breath was huffed out at the other, a gauche greeting consider he had near yanked them from their hazardous spot on the street. 

There was no reason to stop living her life because of the rain. Jack’s words rang a certain truth to the Bordeaux, after the initial apprehension where she almost feared the meteorological phenomenon. At the instinctive feeling regarding the downpour, she went to duck out of the way from the rain yet was suddenly grabbed. It had been a while since she hadn't of anticipated such attack, since her senses had been so focused on the oncoming downpour. After being dragged, her immediate reaction was to push the Rhodes into the wall behind him, hard. “Don’t ever touch me again.” She warned him, face contorted with anger. She pushed herself away from him, her cravings having deteriorated meant that she would smoke more than before. Slipping a cigarette between her lips, she moved away from the hunter. Offering no laugh to his joke, she shrugged slightly. “Should I say thank you?”

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jack--davenport‌:

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“There’s no getting rid of the goddamn thing, is there?” Jack sighed playfully. “I tried leaving windows open, the front door - but nope, every fucking morning there it is, prodding at my chest the second I wake up.” His anxiety dissipated at the memory, or maybe it was just her touch that calmed him. He remained close to her as they sat on the sofa, visibly relieved by the return to normalcy. He felt exhausted, and realized this was the first moment he’d had to genuinely rest, or even begin to relax. Though he never truly felt safe anywhere, nothing came close to how he felt in this apartment. Her apartment? Their apartment? He wasn’t sure anymore, he didn’t want to question it. “Is that an invitation to stay?” he asked carefully, more concerned with this than whatever meteorological phenomenon was occurring outside. “It’s fucking weird, yeah, but I’m not gonna stop living my fucking life because of it. We’ve been through literal plagues. This shit is nothing.”

“Leave her alone.” She scorned him, yet there was a certain comfort to the fact that they had returned to normality. “Besides, it’s our cat now.”  Her tone was two-fold: one was clearly light, humouring him — yet the other wanted to stress the ‘our’ part of her statement. That whatever Ace had, it also belonged to him at this point in their relationship. She glanced up at him, head comfortably perched against his shoulder with little to no incentive of moving. “Do you even have to ask?” Her voice dipped into that of a whisper, maintaining eye contact to almost make him question whether the invitation had ever been revoked. “The invitation was never taken away. Stay with me... please?” The Bordeaux lifted his arm, hoping that he’d allow her to find a place beneath it whilst moving to rest her head against his chest. “I guess.” She could never tell him what to do — they were both unpredictable entities, unlikely to be bound. “Sometimes, it’s just weird how... everything has always been temporary apart from us. The cycle just never seems to end, and I—” She couldn’t articulate her thoughts out loud, her deep-seated dejection, or her sadness. It dissipated in his presence, but what if he were to leave again? She shook her head at the thought. “Never mind. Jack, I really do love you. I’m happy you’re here.”

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galexdavenport‌:

acebordeaux‌:

“I might have spent my time on more significant things than sampling all the junk food America thought of. If I had, I would still have been working on it.” And he wish he had been joking. Yet, even with his long and immortal life he hadn’t picked up on any bad habits. Except for the alcohol, but honestly, that had been a thing when they had both been human. And that would be his only defence. 

“Significant.” She drew out the word, as though she alien to its meaning. “That’s one way to describe whatever you’ve done.” Ace was aware of his ongoing struggle with Jack, yet there was an innate lack of incentive to probe any further. After all, it wasn’t her place to get involved with her boyfriend’s familial issues. “Should we pursue formalities? Should I ask how you are?”

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jack--davenport‌:

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“I’m not most people and you know that.” She was right, she wasn’t. That was why this worked, he reminded himself. Even in his seemingly mortal life, Jack had always operated from a place of instinct, running on first impressions and gut feelings. His instincts were useless here, useless with her. He couldn’t anticipate her subtle shifts in affect, in physicality. He couldn’t read her. In the rare moments that he could, he was still uncertain if his reading could be trusted. She made him feel exposed, yet for some reason he couldn’t find it within himself to retreat, not fully. Apprehension still clawed at the back of his mind, despite the assurance from his heart that yes, this was safe. She was safety itself. He could feel it again the moment she kissed him. “I take it that means you’re gonna forgive my sorry ass?” It was intended as a joke, muttered into her shoulder as he placed another kiss against her collarbone, but he couldn’t fight the anxiety that crept in just below the surface. Self-conscious, he avoided her eyes, instead focusing on details. The corner of her mouth. The hem of her sleeve. He loosely threaded his fingers with hers, unwilling to commit fully to the effort to keep her close, despite how much he wanted to. Forgiveness usually necessitated an apology, but this was the best he could do. He hated himself for it. 

How could a millennia on Earth not erode one’s ability to forgive and forget? After countless trials and tribulations, lengthy periods of dejection and countless emotionally taxing years, Ace would’ve expected her sensitive nature to have disappeared. Yet, Jack’s presence rendered newfound feelings of euphoria and contentment. His very touch could allow her to briefly forget whatever period of despondency she often found herself in. “Obviously. Besides, who else is going to terrorise my poor cat?” Her words were accompanied by a haphazard smile, fingertips gently running up the side of his arm, as though to ground her completely back into reality. It often felt as though she said the most to him, exposing herself more than she ever had before. She was unsure of whether or not she regretted such fact. She decreased the distance between their fingers, allowing both to simmer within the silence for a few minutes before taking the cigarette from his clutch and leading him to their sofa. She allowed herself to soften against him, finding comfort in his touch before taking a drag. “This rain stuff is so fucked.” Ace mumbled, knowing he’d understand her regardless. “I've never seen anything like it. You shouldn’t go out into it.” Her worry was as clear as day. Despite their immortality, newfound threats emerged each day which meant that nothing could truly be certain. “— Promise?” She muttered, praying that he wouldn’t do anything foolish.

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noahbordeaux‌:

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          Such chagrin reaction radiated off of Legacy, her perturbation a nettlesome twinge in his side as she seemed near astounded by his irrational fit of pique; his vexation stemming from near inherent petulance. Noah’s own derailment perhaps stemmed from his own lack of understanding to such visceral torment he near conjured up from years of voiding himself of any moral culpability, shoving such idiosyncratic spurs of mania under a plume of glib taciturnity. Jaw clenched under the sharp distress Ace seemed to be afflicted by now, her bolt to the door hardly neglected; Noah standing in tandem to snag blood from it’s respected place in the fridge. A hand was outstretched, two blood bags snagged between blanch digits, “Just take them, Ace. Take as many as you need if you must.” His laconic retort supplied a summary of his own inherent dejection, one which stemmed from his own lack to encompass all in which he could not vocalize, stepping back to let Ace upkeep her granted absence in his life. 

After centuries of coming to terms with the fact that she was unable to ever gain a glimpse into what mortality truly felt like, it became apparent that she relied heavily upon her siblings to provide comfort. Yet, it became painfully obvious that there was a disparity between her needs and Noah’s own sphere of comfort. Her eyes were glued to the floor, almost afraid that any words uttered from her mouth would made the situation worse. The painful reality was that she felt as though she needed him, but she knew she had to understand and accept that they were two different individuals who were subject to years of emotional torment. “I don’t — need them anymore.” Ace said, for the first time with even an ounce of confidence. “I’ll just leave you be.” Her voice reverted back to a whisper, still wishing that they could mend their relationship back into its original state from centuries ago, although it was evident that it was near impossible. “If— you need me, you know where to find me.”

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calebmartinellii‌:

          “You are way too anxious for your own good,” a vexed laugh was breathed out, offering a shake of his head in tandem, “It’s just your average flu season coming to a head. No one’s being poisoned or whatever other conspiracy theory you’ve conjured up in your head.” Caleb made a face before he raised his drink in the essence of offering the other one for their obvious surface troubles. 

“I’m not anxious.” She stated coarsely, almost taken aback by his bold statement. “It’s just a shock, that’s all.” After all, living through so much meant that one thought they would’ve at least experienced everything. “Must you constantly act like you know it all?”

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jack--davenport‌:

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“Yeah but sometimes,” he shrugged, staring at the laces in his shoes, “sometimes you say shit you don’t mean.” Another opportunity for her to rescind all previous declarations of love. Another chance for her to escape, free and clear, unscathed by the ruin Jack would inevitably lay to whatever road he’d drag her down. He winced as she said it again, as though the unfamiliarity of the phrase were a physical attack. Still, he silently wished for her to say it again, for the minor reassurance of that word on her lips. “Most people who love me end up hating me sooner or later,” he muttered, and it was clear in his voice that he believed it. His gaze flickered back up to the girl as she continued, face contorting in confusion as she insulted herself. “Ace - no,” he sighed, wishing for a fleeting moment that their perspectives might be reversed, that he could show her how he saw her, how she really was. “Stop. You’re everything.” He couldn’t conceal his discomfort, a sense of foolishness always seemed to encircle him on the rare occasions when he was forthright and forthcoming. He knew she needed to hear it, that was more important than his comfort. It was only when he was standing before her that he realized he’d risen, and crossed to her. “I don’t give a fuck if you think that’s a load of shit. You’re everything. You always have been.” And he reached out, at last, tucking a few stray strands of hair back behind her ear, thumb trailing along her jawline. It was the closest he could come to an admission of just how much he’d missed her. His skin felt electrified, having craved the contact for every moment of each day they had been apart. He could not function without her. He did not want to try. But his mouth wouldn’t form the words necessary to express this, wouldn’t form any words at all, in fact. His fingers hovered just above her skin for a long moment, before he withdrew, self-conscious as though he’d committed some unspeakable offense, or revealed an embarrassing weakness, simply by touching her. He took another drag.

“I’ve lived long enough to understand that words can have meaning.” Ace mumbled softly, almost startled by the disparity between both of their understandings of love. After all, both of their understandings had been stained and formed by centuries of misconceptions and failed attempts. Her heart felt full around him, almost as though there was a sense of completion after what felt like numerous years of solitude. “I’m not most people and you know that.” Her bottom lip quivered slightly, as though the distinction should’ve been overt from the beginning. She wasn’t most people. Ace felt a sudden fear that he suddenly viewed her in that way, as though he had lumped her in amongst the many. Perhaps her own damaged psyche was too much of a burden. His sudden movement was almost startling, yet she didn’t flinch. She’d have never expected him to offer such comfort, eyes finally meeting his, accompanied by the sudden inability to speak. Her voice was cut off, allowing him to take the rails whilst feeling the warmth of his fingertips against her jawline. She didn’t deserve it. She was painfully aware of that, almost in awe of his words that almost sounded inauthentic. After a while, it appeared as though he joined her in basking in the silence. The Bordeaux opened her mouth, yet her throat felt far too dry. She mustered the courage to eventually take his hand, eyebrows furrowed and showing the slightest slither of emotion after having remained deadpan throughout his words. “You’re everything to me too.” She pushed herself off the seat, hands gently cupping his face before kissing him with the softest touch.