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sangue-e-luce‌:

{ adrik & brayden }

Despite what the other man said, Brayden knew the other man was here to find Feliks. He wondered if he was going to kill him. Maybe he should let the other man in on his plan to have Feliks killed. He probably wanted to kill Feliks himself, not that Brayden blamed him. He had made Brayden’s life extra hard as of lately. Still there might be something that Brayden could gain from this, maybe some more power or favor with the night king. Feliks was also Gabriel’s problem as well. 

“I love it here. Amsterdam has been good to me. My businesses are doing great. Vampires need to eat and people always want to fuck.” 

adrik listened to brayden talk, occasionally letting his gaze wander to a blood doll in the room. he picked up the cognac the bartender had set next to them, sipping on it lightly. there was something this barlow fellow wasn’t telling him, and it was starting to piss him off. he figured not many people would fear and respect the dyatlov name in amsterdam, considering they’d kept their conquests confined to eastern europe for some time now, but apparently feliks had fucked up so much that the dyatlov name was worse than neutral? he could only assume that’s why this man wasn’t being upfront with his intentions. maybe he had heard about adrik from feliks, hiding his brother away to protect him from what adrik could only assume he’d been described as. a monstrous tyrant with no concern for lives outside of his own? probably. 

“you must know gabriel, then? are you a part of the night court? i haven’t seen you around the black dahlia, but i suppose we could have different schedules. haven’t been here very long either.” 

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Brats are sweet because they absolutely love to try to get under your skin but the moment you tease them until they’re wet and needy you’re the bad guy? Don’t act like you’re not getting exactly what you wanted baby.

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sangue-e-luce‌:

Reagan & Grayson 

“I promise I’ll be careful.” Reagan smiled at him. She knew that even if he didn’t admit it he cared about her. She cared about him. He was like a little brother to her. She grabbed an extra brownie out of the case and gave it to him. She was glad that he didn’t seem to be too upset about what she had done. 

“I’ll think about it.” She replied when he asked about naming one of her children after him. “I think I ran into him down at the fighting pits. I’m not really sure. Some parts of the night are a little hazy.” 

grayson happily took a second brownie, immediately digging into it. she made a damn good baked good. “i only stick around for your sweets, you know,” he hummed, knowing she would understand he wasn’t serious. grayson sighed and dropped his head onto her shoulder. sometimes she reminded him so much of his sister, he had to resist the urge to hug and nuzzle into her. “can i be honest?” he asked quietly while he nervously picked apart the brownie. 

he paused for a few long seconds before speaking again. “i’m kind of jealous. i still don’t know if i buy into the whole imprinting thing, but if it does exist . . .” grayson sighed again, looking down at his brownie. “i just don’t know if i have one. the closest thing i ever got to a mate was an alpha my parents set up for me. i mean . . . i don’t know another single male omega. not one.” grayson flushed, picking his head back up. he was being too vulnerable, wasn’t he? “ah, whatever happens happens, right?”

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nx-cvntrol‌:

“he was too stiff. one decent jab or one pretty girl and he would have gone down either way.” aiden made it a dumb point to nudge the poor mortal at his feet, turning him slightly so the other boy could see that his guard’s chest still moved. but then that boy also poked the guard too and aiden just wanted to laugh. he smirked instead, matching the gaze of the club patron. “i don’t know,” he answered. “i felt like doing something unexpected. maybe start a fight. haven’t been in one in a hot minute.”

aiden did have a reason for knocking down the guard. gut reaction, mostly, but to have a guard here meant that this boy was someone of importance. an omega wolf perhaps? there was some innocence to him, a look aiden was not very familiar with, but it really wasn’t this boy that aiden was worried about. as inclusive as the club was, it still primarily catered to vampires and fallen. seeing a wolf and a human that wasn’t one of the many blood dolls was a rare sight, not uncommon, but it was enough to get aiden to act. he didn’t have to tell the boy that.

“i work here.” not a lie, really. “hmm my dark fantasy? not happening, so i can go without knowing yours. i’ve seen everything at this point so nothing would surprise me, but something is telling me you’re very vanilla. i could be wrong, but i’m never wrong”

now aiden did laugh, a small chuckle escaping his lips that almost overtook his whole body. “i could kidnap you. have i kidnapped someone before? not that i can recall. if asked though, i could. but no. i don’t even know who you are, but you’re someone important enough to have a guard, even one as incompetent as this one.”

“i wouldn’t be a very interesting fight,” he responded dryly, crossing his arms. grayson kept his facial expression as neutral as he could. he knew he wasn’t safe now, but didn’t think the man across from him really intended to do anything to him. people tended to see him as weak, but grayson’s stature meant that he was also fast. maybe not faster than a vampire, but then again he didn’t think this guy was a vampire. 

“the only thing he was doing was acting as my companion. if you work here, it’s generally bad customer service to attack customers.” grayson pursed his lips, even though he had originally came here to try and lose his guard. now it was greater than that–it was the principle of the thing. he narrowed his eyes at his assailant, pouting when he was called vanilla.

“i am not vanilla! just because i choose not to share everything with a complete stranger and happen to be very pretty does not mean i’m plain. something tells me your dark fantasy involves attacking someone else’s companion completely unprompted.” grayson chewed on his cheek, realizing he should probably be careful with his words. he flushed again when his guard was mentioned, and his potential status. “important? hah. very funny.”

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dvrkprinces‌:

“I mean, this place isn’t–exactly to my tastes, but I’m here to watch over you, so…you know, whatever you’d prefer, really,” Christian said evasively, clearing his throat as a woman donning lingerie that was really nothing more than a series of intricate ropes slithered past him. He couldn’t say, with any semblance of honesty, that he knew the boy he was watching today very well: Grayson Clemonte, an omega who likely was upset that he was being treated like a fragile, delicate little flower. But with everything going on in Amsterdam, Christian knew how crucial it was for the omegas to be protected. There were rumors that The Inferno had managed to get their hands on an omega or two and were keeping them locked in the dungeons. At the thought, Christian glanced down at his feet warily, wondering what prowled beneath the surface of The Inferno.

“Definitely better options than to drink here! And they’ve got lots of pastries, too, which I gotta admit–is my favorite part.” Christian said, trying not to appear too relieved as Grayson perked up at the mention of lattes. He bit back the breath of relief that threatened to pull itself from his body, and instead nodded when Grayson suggested that Christian should lead the way. Luckily, the shop wasn’t too far from here, but far enough away that Christian would feel a bit safer with his charge for the day. He led them outside, away from the depressing atmosphere of the supernatural night club and into the bright, warm sunshine. A small smile flitted across Christian’s face as he bundled his spring jacket tighter around him and gestured for Grayson to follow him over the crosswalk and to the other side of the street. “Hand holding isn’t necessary, but if you feel you need to…”

“I know you must think that’s true, but in the climate we’re facing right now, no one’s safe to walk alone,” Christian amended at last, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket as they made their way round the corner and down the street. “…My sister’s an omega too, y’know. But even if she was a beta, I’d still worry about her wandering the streets alone. Everything is so…uncertain right now.”

grayson flushed terribly when christian offered to hold his hand if he wanted to. he averted his gaze, pretending to roll his eyes. what had actually sold him, aside from the cute lattes, was the mention of pastries. anyone who knew grayson knew he had a fatal flaw in sweets. it was often how reagan tricked him into hanging out. “i don’t need to hold your hand,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest (mostly to keep out the chilly spring breeze). he did feel significantly better out of that club, the sun shining on his face, reminding him that something other than absolute depravity existed. 

grayson shook his hair out, trying to get it to sit just right. he mostly wanted to shake off the aura of the inferno, trying to get rid of the darkness that lingered on his skin. his moment in the sunshine was ruined when christian mentioned “the climate.” he rolled his eyes when the alpha mentioned an omega sister. 

“but you also have to recognize that it’s ridiculous that omegas have to take their safety into their own hands instead of . . . maybe all the knotheads realizing we deserve basic rights?” grayson sighed, glancing over his shoulder at the building that now simply looked like an old church. “and those on the other side of all this–they’re fighting for their basic rights too, right? so you’d think they’d treat us with respect. since we’re all fighting to be treated like people should be treated, but they don’t. we’re all turned against each other so we ignore the real problem. maybe i’ve been reading too much marxist theory . . .” grayson mumbled. these thoughts tumbled around in his head more often than not, but he was afraid expressing them too often might get him ostracized. 

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{ grayson & thea }

ofmcxie‌:

Things had been - odd as of late. It felt as though everyone was stepping on eggshells waiting for the other shoe to drop. There’d been even more guards stationed in Freyr Wood than usual, which she couldn’t exactly say she was thrilled about, but more than anything else it worried her they might be expecting retaliation for such a ridiculous move sooner rather than later. Nadya was still missing, something that had her longing for distraction at every turn in some feeble attempt to keep busy yet failing miserably at it – And now just to top it all off, she was officially paired with Christian. A kind, caring, already mated alpha to boot; something that ultimately worked out in both their favours, but something she still hated nonetheless. She was working on a sketch she’d started earlier in the morning when she heard an incredibly faint tap at her door….Followed by a sharp thud, and then a louder, deeper one. Hopping off her seat on the window sill and heading towards the noise just as her door bell was rung regardless. “Alright, alright will you just-” She cut herself off mid sentence as she opened the door to find Grayson stood there, drinks in hand. Not realising just how much she’d wanted to see his face until the very moment. “Gray? Oh my god hi, what…” The omega paused, picking up on his appearance as she slowly pieced it together. “Wait, did – Did you just headbutt my solid oak door?”

he could see some form of relief in thea’s face when she saw him, meaning his intuition to check up on her had been correct. “thalia! hey, i–” he blushed furiously when she accused him of headbutting her door. “no! i mean . . . i didn’t have my hands free,” he admitted, lower lip dropping into a pout. “and then i wasn’t sure if you could hear any of my attempts at knocking, and i saw the doorbell, and listen not all of us are good at thinking on our feet, and–” grayson finally had to cut himself off, glancing down at his feet sheepishly. “can i come in? i brought hot coco and candy. the candy’s in my pockets, because, you know, hands.” how was he supposed to prove he was the smartest at freyr wood when he kept making these sort of mistakes? he was raised to have class, not act like a bumbling idiot. grayson picked his head back up to give her his best puppy-dog eyes. “i talked to reagan and finally found more out about that stupid inferno party we were all not supposed to go to.” he leveled thea with his best you should always listen to me look. “i just . . . wanted to make sure you were okay. and also i am lacking in attention, but that’s another matter.”

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rosaxlunar‌:

It’s been more than two weeks since the horrifying raids had occurred at the hands of the government and the alliance she belonged to. A sickening fact that still made it hard for her to sleep at night. Between flashbacks to the trampling she had been a victim of, and the fury of not having been informed of the plans in the first place, Mia has been seriously contemplating the fate of career and if being a councilwoman was even worth it. Especially after it being so clear that her input was not even valued when it came to big decisions. However, no matter her doubts, she would not abandon the friendships she’s created with the omegas ( and some guards) at Freyr Wood. She already felt guilty of skipping her rounds last week, but she simply wasn’t in the right frame of mind so soon after the events to be around others. Now at least all visible bruises were so faded it was hard to notice, and her makeup finished the cover up and  made it impossible. Now she could go with a smile and at least look normal, even if she was struggling to feel the same effortless joy of before.

Mia Navarette had learned early on, that simple gifts from the heart were always enough to brighten people’s day, which is why she came prepared. Her arm woven around a large basket, filled with various little pouches that had some sort of treat or knacks. Each labeled with the people she had in mind when creating them. Some had toys included for the omegas with children, others were packs of mini coloring books with a set of color pencils for her artistic omegas. She even had a pouch filled with a card set and some butterscotch, as her token of appreciation for one of the guards who was always so kind to her. 

Upon walking into the common rooms, Mia stopped at the sight before her. Grinning at the untamed energy exuding from the omega. Mia knew the exact moment she had been spotted by Grayson, for he immediately started rushing towards her and Mia laughed. Delighted at the warm reception she always received from him. “To check up on you sounds so official, I just wanted to visit all the incredible friends I’ve made here.” Since he was already in front of her Mia figured now would be the perfect time to give him his gift. Walking towards the nearest table in the room, she placed her basket on top of it so she could search around for Grayson’s goodie bag. “I actually have something for you Grayson. I hope you like it. My mother just sent me so many of my favorite mexican goodies, I can’t possibly eat them all…” She finds the bag with his name, the flowery font proof of her handwritten dedication, “…and they should never go to waste. Here.” She hands him the pouch, in it various different mexican candies, ranging from sweet like the mazapan, to spicy like the mango paletas. Alongside the snacks she included a mini set of loteria. Happy to share a bit of her culture with someone she was sure would appreciate it. “Let me know which ones you like best.” 

Mia makes her way to the couch that Grayson had been hanging from and sits down, a sigh of contentment escapes her,  being off her feet for a little bit just feels good.  “So, how have you been doing lately cariño?” 

grayson followed her, right at her heels. when she set the goodie basket down, his eyes lit up a little. “visit all the incredible friends . . . first of all, that sounds way more official than checking up on us. second of all, ‘made here’ totally sounds like you’re leaving or your dying.” momentarily distracted by the goodie bags, it took grayson a second to even register his own observation. “wait–you’re not dying, right?” he twisted his head around to look at mia, grabbing onto the arm of her sweater. grayson figured mia would tell him if that was the case, so he relaxed his grip just a little. 

he couldn’t hide how excited he was about the gift; he was practically bouncing. “oh, you didn’t have to . . .” grayson didn’t play coy very well. instead, he immediately dove into the goodie bag, pulling out a couple of the variations to get a good look at them. grayson picked out the one that looked the most like a sweet and popped it into his mouth. “oo! peanuts,” he hummed as the mazapan melted in his mouth. he followed her to the couch, bag of goodies in hand. grayson plopped down next to her, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. he beamed when she called him cariño–he figured out it was a term of endearment when he finally looked it up one day. “eh, it’s been okay.” grayson’s nose scrunched up, a tell-tale sign that something was bothering him. “the security has been stepped up. almost like they’re expecting something to happen.” grayson turned an imploring look towards mia, practically begging her to explain what the fuck happened or even what the fuck might happen. “lots of alpha talk, too,” he sighed. 

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infernusvacua‌:

From her vantage point, Astaria had a clear view of the whole main room of the Red Ruby. To an outsider, it would look like a debauched classical painting: bodies lounging on couches and chairs around the room, the timeless bodies of vampires hunched over their meals, the blood dolls sprawled languidly as they were used up and drained into a blissful high. For Astaria, it was just another evening of good business. She was already fully sated, having fed before the night started, but it was good practice to be present on the floor. One never knew when a client would need a more personal touch.

As such, she had an unobstructed line of sight to the man on the other side of the room the moment they locked eyes. Well, well, well, she thought, raising her glass of wine to her lips and watching Adrik closely. It had been quite some time since she’d last seen the man who’d fostered her in her first year of immortality. He approached, and she hid a smile behind another drink from her glass as he sat beside her. “Of course I am, dear. I go where business is best, and there’s nowhere better to be a vampire than right here and now. But you?” She tilted the glass to indicate her adopted sire. “Je n'en crois pas mes yeux. I would have thought you’d still be in your beloved Russia. Has another wayward soul brought you here, mon oncle?”

“you know, it’s sort of ironic that you’d end up in a position peddling blood,” he hummed, unable to help himself. to be honest, he was impressed. astaria had accomplished so much in a short amount of time. adrik didn’t even want to try comparing feliks to her. when a girl who seemed to be a waitress passed by, adrik stopped her to order his own glass of wine as well. “i’m curious. which ones are your favorites?” adrik’s eyes wandered the room, picking out each of the dolls. “better yet–which are your least favorites?” his eyes sparked with amusement. 

“i guess business is always better in wartime.” adrik accepted the glass of wine he was brought, sipping it more as a habit than a need. call him soft, but adrik was trying to warn astaria without outright saying so. this war was coming, and coming fast. no matter who won, both sides would have losses. “you could say so. i think i preferred you, though. this soul has been . . . somewhat disappointing.”

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sangue-e-luce‌:

{ adrik & brayden }

Brayden couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face when he heard the name Dyatlov. He had finally met one of Feliks siblings. Probably the one he was hiding from. He took his hand and gave it a squeeze as he shook it. This was just too good to believe.  “I’m Brayden Barlow.” 

He wouldn’t tell him about Feliks, not yet. He would save that for when he really needed some entertainment. It was a shame that he already contacted an assassin to take care of his problem, because he was sure it would be fun to watch these two brothers tear each other apart. Maybe if the hit didn’t work this could be his backup plan  He shook his head when the other man asked if he owned it all. 

“No just a few of the blood dolls. I have my own private brothel, but its nothing like this. I try to bring a little bit more class to it all.” He smiled, “the blood dolls are just another source of income I take it you’re new in town then. Are you here on buisness?” 

“mr. barlow,” he repeated back, nodding his head slightly. something about brayden, something on his face, told him the fellow vampire was a tad too excited to meet him. adrik let his eyes wander up and down the man next to him, playing coy, when he was really just trying to get a read on him. turning to face the bar, adrik smiled to himself. “cognac,” he told the bartender. he ashed his cigarette on the bar, turning back to brayden once again.

“private brothel? that sounds like a personal harem more than a business,” he mused. he considered brayden’s question, leaning back against the bar. “in a way, yes. i’m working for some people right now, sort of my own source of secondary income. i don’t really need to do it, but three-hundred years of the same old shit gets a bit old. plus there’s some murmurs about big things in the vampire world here. thought i’d check it out myself.”

adrik took another few puffs from his cigarette before decidedly putting it out in the ashtray a bartender had left when they spotted him ash earlier. “i take it you like it here in amsterdam?”

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hiddendangersnhq‌:

{ grayson & kat }

He was right. She wasn’t supposed to be leaving but she needed out and she could tell he did too. She took his hand and followed him down the street, finding it hard to keep up at times but freeing in the same instance. It brought her back to when she was a teenager and when she pressed her back against the cool shaded bricks her eyes fell shut. 

She nodded at him, “It was.” She laughed, doubling over to catch her breath. She needed this. She stood back up and smiled, “I guess I have other services besides what I’m used to.” She smiled, and let out a deep breath, “I don’t think I have this kind of fun in a quite some time.”

grayson grinned. “okay, here, gimme your number,” he all but demanded, opening up his phone so she could put it in. this was how grayson got all his . . . acquaintances (friends). if they proved right (and he couldn’t tell you what exactly they did right), he was almost aggressive about adopting them into his circle. grayson did not accept nos. “oh! you should come to freyr wood sometime, too. i’m sure i could get you a day pass.” grayson finally pushed himself off of the wall, looking over to kat. “so, where to now? got anything in mind?”

a glance around told grayson they definitely weren’t in the same part of town anymore. if he was being honest, he didn’t know if he’d ever been to this part of amsterdam. 

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{ adrik & kat }

fuck. he’d gone far too long without feeding, but paying another visit to the red ruby wasn’t exactly ideal either. he didn’t like the idea of any establishment controlling him too much, which was why he wasn’t in love with the idea of relying on gabriel’s hunters to feed either. having heard blood dolls could be found at the inferno, he went in that direction. if the club was a bust, he’d indulge in a human stupid enough to be out at this time of night in this area of town. 

adrik walked into the club as casually as he could manage, trying to appear he just happened to be wandering in. his eyes immediately scanned the room, instinctually looking for prey. his eyes landed on a familiar brunette he’d met a few times. adrik sidled up next to her, leaning on whatever was available. “miss kat moore. are you already here with someone, or do i have the pleasure of vying for your attention tonight?”

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{ adrik & feliks }

he’d been in amsterdam for a week now. it had taken adrik all of a week to first find his brother, and then learn his entire schedule so he could plan their confrontation exactly how he wanted it. he’d let feliks do whatever he wanted for three centuries now, enough was enough. and to find out his brother was pretending to be a human, of all things? working with the wolves? even if he so desperately wanted to be “good,” feliks should be able to recognize how little the human coalition cared about any of them, especially vampires. it was sad, if he was being honest. feliks couldn’t even manage to lead his own rebellion faction? 

so now, after feliks was done doing something of little consequence for the coalition, his brother was headed home. adrik kept a tight follow behind him, let himself be seen enough to make feliks paranoid, but never long enough to confirm whether or not it was him. when his brother went inside his apartment, he slipped in after him. adrik made himself comfortable on feliks’s couch and waited to be noticed. “do you mind if i smoke in here, feliks? promise i won’t ash on the carpet.”

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sangue-e-luce‌:

Reagan & Grayson 

“He’s human. I don’t even think he knows what I really am. I had a feeling he wouldn’t.” Reagan picked up the napkin from where it fell and tossed it into the garbage can. She had been wanting to see him again, but she was worried to reveal her true self to him. He really didn’t have anything nice to say about the others at the club when they met.  

“There isn’t going to be any pups, at least not now.” She took a sip of her tea. “You have to promise me you’ll be nice about it. His name is Kana. I have a feeling he really doesn’t like people.” 

grayson sighed, sipping his tea again. “he doesn’t know?” he did his best to ignore the worry in his gut. “please . . . be careful. there are a lot of scary people out there.” grayson leaned in and gently bumped his shoulder off of hers. “i don’t know what i’d do if something happened to you,” he admitted quietly, cheeks flaming pink. “i mean, only ‘cause i’d be bored out of mind. not that i care, or anything.” even in defensive mode, grayson wore a small smile. okay, sure, maybe he cared about reagan a little bit. 

“when you do have pups, though, you have to name one after me. or else i throw a tantrum that lasts forever until you change one of their names to mine.” grayson grinned at reagan. “doesn’t like people? sounds like a real charmer.”

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{ grayson & thea }

now that he’d finally gotten more information out of reagan about that party, he understood why so many of his fr––fellow omegas were skittish and moody, as of late. grayson’s fear involving the alpha mates had jumped even higher. the coalition really was transitioning this political fight into a full out war. realizing after his chat with reagan that thea had been at that same party, he immediately went to find her. he wanted to make sure she was okay, that nothing traumatizing had occurred. so, with two mugs of hot coco and bags of candy in each pocket, he padded his way to thea’s apartments. grayson bumped his hip against her front door; then, worrying his hip bump wouldn’t be enough to catch her attention, he tried his foot, and then followed it with a smack of his head against the door. grayson blinked away the tears from his eyes, eyes watering while his head throbbed terribly. it was then when he spotted the doorbell. grayson hit it with his elbow, hoping no one was witness to his humiliating attempts at knocking.

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sangue-e-luce‌:

{ adrik & brayden }

Brayden stopped into the Red Ruby at least once a week to make sure that the blood dolls he provided for the club were keeping up to standard. It was nice to get away from the house for a little bit. Plus you never knew who you were going to run into here. It was one of the meeting places for the vampires who didn’t live at court. He was sipping his wine as he watched the people who passed by. He heard the man next to him ask for a light and pulled out a engraved silver lighter from inside his jacket pocket. He flicked it on and held it up to the man. 

“I haven’t smoked for years. But I carry this around because you never know when you’re going to need to set something on fire.” He explained as the man lit his cigarette. He closed it once he was done and put it back into his pocket. “If you are looking for a doll for the night, my Mary is one of the sweetest you will taste.” 

He motioned to the dark haired girl in the corner of the room talking to one of the men at a table. “Unless you’re in the mood for something else? I think Danny is around here somewhere.”

adrik accepted the light he was offered, nodding in thanks as he took his first few puffs. as he spoke, the smoke fell from his lips. “i’m don’t plan on feeding tonight.” he sighed and looked across the room. “no, i’m just watching. i visited here many, many years ago, but i’ve just arrived in amsterdam yesterday.” adrik paused to take another draw, before offering his hand to the man nearby. “adrik dyatlov. you are?”

if feliks had left any sort of impression on the city, their last name should raise some eyebrows. and that’s what he wanted, wasn’t it? to find out what exactly his little brother had been getting up to. trying for subtlety, adrik let his gaze continue to wander around the room. “it’s all a bit depraved, isn’t it? i myself am a hedonist, but even sometimes i recognize when it’s too much.” his eyes shifted back to the man who had lit his cigarette. “do you own all,” he gestured vaguely around the room, “the blood dolls? or just a special few?”