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"Good, ain't wanting you to go any time soon either." He hummed with a smile, unable to remove his gaze from her. From the little they had interacted, he already liked what he was seeing. She seemed to perfectly fit his type. "Might just find myself askin' for ya number, too."

"have to say i might just agree on that. whatever else brings us luck." jo can't help but tease back, her head resting in her hand as she drank in the sight of the man in front of her. he was attractive, and usually her talking to attractive men didn't go well. not that she wasn't flirty but, she felt very out of practice. "well, i don't back down very easily, and i don't go away very easily."

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Safiye froze as he plopped his shirt over her head, staring up at him with parted lips. She could feel her heart rattling against her ribcage, the heat in her face causing the most obvious red tint to her cheeks. The way he gently guided her arms through the shirt was almost enough to make her faint. It somehow felt more intimate than what they had just shared on the couch. Her fingers sought out the collar of the fabric, pulling it up to press her cheek against the material. She listened quietly, obediently, to his words. Safiye couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her lips if she tried. It was filled with such adoration for him. It was in these small fleeting moments that she was reminded that she truly had fallen in love with him. "I want to cook for you." She responds softly, fluttering her lashes as her eyes followed him as he sat back down. "It would be my pleasure to treat you, your grace." She turns to head back to the kitchen, but stops halfway. Her heart yearned to do something out of character for her, something daring. When he lowered his cup of tea, Safiye quickly leaned down, capturing his lips in the softest, most tender kiss. She lingers for a moment before pulling away quickly, running off back to the kitchen as a trail of giggles followed behind her.

rhys watched her fumble through the room like a startled doe, all soft limbs and wide eyes, clutching at modesty as though it hadn't already been stripped long ago. his gaze lingered as she moved. first with quiet indifference, then something else. something quieter. her embarrassment wasn't new, but there was a flicker of something that made him pause. that stubborn instinct to protect what was already his sparked in him. he stood silently and stepped toward the floor, picking up the black shirt he'd discarded earlier. wordless still, he went to her side. "you'll catch cold, running around like that," he muttered, voice low but lacking its usual bite. he placed the top over her head, letting it settle on her shoulders. then, with uncharacteristic gentleness, he softly pried her arm from covering her chest. his fingers moved with surprising care as he guided her arms into the t-shirt, the way one might straighten fine silk. it was too oversized on her, not hugging her body at all. but it suited her in a way he couldn't explain and wouldn't dare admit aloud. "you ask what i want," he said, stepping back, gaze still on her face, "but what would you want, tonight?" he tilted his head slightly. "cook whatever you like. or don't. we'll order in if that's what you prefer." his tone remained level, but the usual teasing edge was absent. no commands. no smirk. just a quiet offer. rare, but not impossible. made in that low, rough voice of his. "you choose, safiye," he added, finally sitting back down and lifting the tea she'd made, watching her over the rim. "just make sure you eat with me."

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Being with her was the only thing that ever truly made sense in his life. They hadn't been like this long, especially considering his screw up, but he could no longer imagine a life without her. Os wasn't quite sure if he could survive without her now. The last few weeks proved that, he was an absolute mess. "It's only ever been you, Vi." He confesses in a soft whisper. It felt like a relief to finally be honest. With her and himself. "Even before I realised it myself, I've wanted you since I met you."

violet settled into his arms, head nestled between his neck and shoulder. pressing her face in like she could hide from the emotions clawing up her throat. "i already trust you," she whispered, the confession fragile, like if she said it any louder it might shatter. "i never really stopped." it was herself she didn't trust. her ability to be enough, to hold onto someone without eventually driving them away. that was the part she struggled to believe in. "and i'll always want you. no matter what. it'll always be you." even if for some reason they didn't work out. if anything happened. violet couldn't see herself loving anyone else.

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It felt like the information she was receiving was refusing to sink in. Everything felt fake, unreal. All she wanted to do was scream. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." She mutters under her breath, sharp and ragged. "So the two of you decide to turn me into a vampire?" The idea itself sounded absurd. This was all some sick joke, it had to be. "You're telling me vampires exist, Halsin knew about it, and now I am one?" Cat was repeating the words to herself more than the other. "Maybe you should've left me for dead." She breathed out heavily, unable to control her emotions. Usually she had perfect control, but now not so much. "What am I supposed to be doing?"

emma sighed heavily at cat. clearly the soft approach wasn't working. "yes, dead. but now you're undead." she said it as if it was simple. "you got seriously hurt in the fire. there was no time to get you to the hospital and you died." she gave a shrug. "halsin was devastated, obviously. and usually it wouldn't be my problem but my husband is rather fond of the man." emma herself did quite like him too, but that was mostly physically. "and halsin was begging for me to save you. you were already gone so my blood would have done nothing to heal you. but it could turn you. so here you are. a vampire." emma gestured to herself as she said it. "so, again, i would be more grateful if i were you."

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"You're more than special." His voice was soft, something bashful lingering in his tone. This situation was making him realise he had a lot of regrets, specifically how much he hadn't said to her before everything. He should have told her he loved her, how important she was to him. West couldn't shake the feeling how this was all a punishment. "Annoy me? No, you honestly could never." He shook his head, hoping to dispel those thoughts. "You were the only thing keeping me sane most days." He quietly takes a step forward, instinctively holding out his hand for her to hold. Once he realised, he awkwardly pulled his hand back, shoving it into his pockets again. "Let's go grab that drink then, yeah?"

"i must be special then," cassie joked. but her expression was soft. the way he was speaking... it was clear they had some kind of romantic connection. it was only then that the situation fully dawned on cassie. because there wasn't a single bit of her life that she felt like she was missing. so who was this guy? maybe she should have more of a cautious approach to this. but there was just something that was drawing her to him that cassie couldn't ignore. and he did seem genuine. "impatient?" she tilted her head slightly at the comment. "did i ever... i might annoy you," cassie said, quietly. "some people say i can be... a bit much," she found herself confessing. but she didn't want him to. despite the slight reservation she had.

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"Unfortunately for me, he's not one to lie. I'm more likely to lie than he would." Cat shrugs her shoulders in defeat. "Overt kindness is honestly annoying to me. It seems naive, the world will never return the same kindness."

"I don't think I should take the word of your ex-husband because he may lie." Eddie pointed out. He certainly knew his ex-girlfriend has a choice word or two that he wouldn't repeat too much. "I don't think there's anything wrong with that, honestly. I mean, I'm not nice to everyone either. It doesn't seem realistic to me."

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"Definitely the sarcasm." She responds quietly, a shy smile tugging at her lips. Safiye really liked him, and felt a strong connection with him, and she couldn't stop the though of what if things had been different. "Interesting is a way to describe it, I suppose." She took a small sip of her drink, desperately trying to find comfort in anything. "You will always be a part of my memories." She reassures, her smile tinted with sadness now. "I think a lot of people have been taken from one life and brought here somehow..." She swallows the lump in her throat, feeling as if she was on the verge of tears. "Which is why I have to tell you that I'm..." She averts her gaze from his, too cowardly to meet his gaze. "I'm...married. In the life I came from, and he's here as well."

"It's impossible huh? Due to my endless charm? Or it's the sarcasm isn't it. You're really here for the sarcasm." Spider grinned a little, hoping the playfullness would make her smile. Safiye was always quieter than he was, but she'd always been one of his best friends, even when those feelings had grown into more. And now he was getting nervous, thinking that maybe something happened to her. "Okay, adjusting seems like it must be interesting..." He settled across from her with his drink, deciding to be quiet until she spoke. When she did speak, Spider listened seriously, nodding. "Of course I believe you, you wouldn't lie to me! You got new memories? That's..honestly that's wild. But I'm still in there? But that's awesome. I've heard people were having some memory issues, so it's not too far-fetched"

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"Oh." The only words she managed to get out. She felt her face burning already. She shouldn't be so shy around him, he's her husband, and they were intimate together. Still, something about it made her feel exceptionally embarrassed. She quietly gets off the couch to retrieve her underwear, slipping it on while her face continued to burn bright red. She stood there for awhile, trying to drape her hair to cover herself, whilst her eyes darted between his windows. What if someone could see, she thought. "Ah, the tea--!" She scrambled back to the kitchen, one arm covering her chest while the other tended to the tea. "W-What would you like to eat, your grace?" She looks over her shoulder at him, biting into her lip before averting her gaze again to finish his tea. It wasn't long until she was done, now setting the fresh cup in front of him.

he watched her attempt to shield herself, arms crossing over her chest like modesty hadn't been stripped from her along with her clothes. It was almost sweet. almost. he continued to look at her, truly enjoying the sight. but her question brought a smirk to his face. "oh, don't worry about that. you don't need it," rhys said, at the same time as leaning down to grab his boxers and pulling them on. before he leaned back into the couch lazily, one arm draped onto the arm rest. "your underwear is here though," he nudged the pants with his toe. a little something to make her feel slightly more comfortable. but rhys still wanted to see the sight of her body. "you know, i'm pretty hungry as well now..."

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"They can be, if you learn to use them to your advantage." Life was merely a game to him. Something calculated. Everything had a purpose and anything could be used to further his own agenda. "Wouldn't go about boasting your weaknesses to the public, though."

                lumine  may  not  have  had  all  her  memories  but  she  knew  from  her  time  in  teyvet  no  one  was  spared  of  weakness.  whether  that  was  physical  or  mental  was  a  different  story  but  they  are  all  weaknesses  either  way.  depending  on  how  you  approached  that  part  of  yourself  depended  heavily  on  how  it  affects  you  outward.  ‘  weaknesses  can  make  you  stronger  ,  but  not  enough  people  view  it  that  way.  ‘

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There was very few people that could truly break her demeanour, and Rhys unfortunately fell into that category. He got under her skin in a way that was infuriating. "Your existence is inherently a burden, yes." She states bluntly. Her eyes slowly drag from her empty glass towards him. Her face remained blank, only minor twitches that she was sure he noticed. "I'm hoping the alcohol dulls the pain of having to tolerate your presence." There's a small roll of her eyes, a faint huff of her breath. "You think he flinches?" She scoffed, the comment causing the slight furrow of her brows. "The thing is, Rhys," Evette looks down at her nails, completely disinterested in anything that had to do with him. "I'm not the one pretending I fit in to a place I don't belong." Her eyes dart back to his. "That's entirely you. It's pitiful, really. Trying so desperately to claim a status that you'll never achieve."

rhys watched her with thinly veiled amusement, sipping casually at his drink like he wasn't already settling in to make her evening miserable. there was something deeply satisfying about the way her jaw tensed, not fear, but tightly bottled contempt. predictable. reliable. almost comforting. "i don't need a reason to annoy you, evette," he said, voice smooth, ignoring her comment. "i exist. that usually does the trick." he glanced down at her empty glass, then back at her face. "drinking fast. nervous, or just impatient to be done with all of this?" he gestured vaguely to the glittering crowd, the shallow laughter, the golden chandeliers. "tell me. does your little pet still flinch every time someone raises their voice? or has he finally grown a spine in your absence?" rhys knew about her bodyguard. of course he did. "sad?" rhys echoed, brows lifting as he tilted his head. "that's rich coming from someone haunting the back wall like a ghost no one invited. honestly, you look like someone's bitter widow." he smirked into his glass. "or a discarded mistress."

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"That's true, at least everyone has something in common." It was strange to think of how everyone in this town shared the same outcome, of whatever this magic may be. "Yeah, it's been better than back home for me. I'm hoping to stay."

"Means everyone is in the same boat" well not really. He might wish he was, but his memories weren't back and he wasn't sure he wanted them either. Life was so much easier being confused, then knowing what the pain might truly be. "Does it matter if it's not? This place isn't so bad".

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( @signcfthetiimes | Halsin ft. Cat )

Cat could not settle, pacing around the room frantically. Every inch of her skin was crawling, her teeth aching in a way she couldn't stand. She could hear every sound, no matter how faint it was. She was ready to pull her hair out, start screaming until her lungs gave out. The sudden creaking of the floorboards made her spin around despite being in a completely different room. "Get the fuck out!" She nearly shrieked, but when the person in question came into her view she paused. "Halsin?" She called out, slightly confused in her erratic state. She took a step forward, but suddenly took two steps back. "I can hear your heart beating from here." Her hands raised, curling into her hair as she continued to spiral. "I can't get it to stop. Nothing will stop."

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"Whatever magic bullshit is going on round here." He sighs out, completely frustrated. "I've seen a lot of shit in my day, but nothing like this." He came from a world of many supernatural beings, but being raised from the dead wasn't exactly a possibility without becoming a vampire. "Wouldn't mind catchin' a goddamn break once in awhile."

"i'm too old to get mixed up in this stuff again." (alcide to anyone)

Oh he could feel it, more bullshit was coming. He definitely didn't recognise the other man, but recently that hadn't meant much. "What stuff would that be?" other than him getting a headache later, but that didn't seem overly important to note just yet. Maybe he should just never leave the house ever again.

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"I know it's fucked up." He could feel tears starting to spill over. Os clutched his head in his hands, the statement of Violet's suffering taking a toll on him. "She--She already told me what she did is her biggest regret, she...she just doesn't know it was--was me who she...she did it to." He sniffed, rubbing at his face to quickly rid himself of the tears. He felt utterly shattered. "I-I'm not trying to control her, it's not...it's not that." He shook his head, feeling his chest begin to tighten in a panic. "I'm too f-fuckin- scared to see what--what it's going to do to her. Y-You're tellin' me you could cope with...with Evette hating herself? You--You wouldn't try protect her from that?"

"what do i know?" ivar said, scoffing. "i know both sides to this, os. i barley even see evette anymore because she's always with violet. it's already killing her, os. eve says she doesn't eat. she barely sleeps. i mean, what you did was pretty fucked up." he had never said it before because os was his friend. and he wasn't just saying it because that's what eve constantly said. ivar thought it too. his eyes flicked up again, sharp and unwavering. "you love her? then stop treating her like she's going to shatter. be honest. trust her with the whole story, the ugly parts too. 'cause if she's really it for you... she'll want the truth more than she'll want this." after a long pause, he spoke again. "let her make the choice. you don't get to decide what pain she can or can't carry. that's not love, that's control."

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"I do indeed, I love just wandering around Cordova Grove. It feels like home." Her smile held a fondness in it. "We haven't been stargazing yet, I think that's a great idea." She sighs contently. "It does sound peaceful. I'm glad you have someone to share that with."

"Oh, well then you already know your way around the woods so that is good." Charlie pointed out. "There you go, you know, at night the stars can be very romantic, so there you go. I like laying out on a blanket and watching them with mine as well. Just so peaceful."

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"I've tried teaching him to throw a punch, maybe he picked up a thing or two." She teases lightly, although her smirk quickly soured at her own mention of him. "I hate to break your image of me, but-" She taps at the countertop in thought, staring off at the wall in front of them. "I love him so much that I'm willing to just give him whatever he wants. His happiness outranks my own. If he doesn't want me anymore then..." Her words trail off, allowing Murphy to connect the dots.

"hey, i can throw punches. you think i wouldn't win against that bone bag nerd?" he scoffed. he leans back, arms crossed, expression darkening just slightly. "look, if he made up his mind, fine. let him. but don't pretend like that's the end of the story. you don't just roll over and take it. since when did you become the person who gives up? that's not the cat i know."

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She breathed slowly, trying to remain calm like he had taught her how. Hasani was everything to her, her rock, her strength and everything in between. "I know, you're right." She exhaled deeply, nodding her head along to his words. No one could reach her like he could. He always knew how to shut down her self doubt, her criticism of herself. She felt herself melt as he kissed her forehead, fully slumping into his arms as she let go. Her trembling settled down, and she was finally starting to feel okay again. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, but it's the best thing to ever happen to me." Her hands raise to gently cup his face, her thumbs gently brushing against his skin. "I will always need you Hasani." She states firmly, locking her gaze with his. She needed him to know exactly how precious he was to her. "No matter what happens, my heart is always yours. My love for you could never die."

hasani gently wiped away the last of her tears, his touch soft. his eyes, usually so full of indifference for everyone else, softened as he looked at her, taking in her fragile state with an understanding that only he seemed to possess. "you don’t have to be strong all the time, bex. it's okay to let go, to feel broken. i'll hold you up when you can’t hold yourself together," he said quietly, his voice unwavering in its certainty. "you don’t have to carry this alone." he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a moment, as though he could pour all his love and reassurance into that simple gesture. he shifted, pulling her closer, his arms wrapping around her with a quiet strength. "you don't have to thank me for anything. loving you, being here for you, isn’t something i need to be thanked for. it's what i want to do, always." he leaned down, kissing the top of her head, his voice softening even further. "what would you do without me? i'd like to think you'd be alright, but i can't imagine you without me either. so don't worry about that. i'm never going anywhere. you've got me for as long as you need me."