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@aurelienpatenaude
I left behind everything you killed inside
Left you behind
You'd keep me down, I know better now
Won't break me down again

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Lycan blood certainly wasn't appetizing to them in the slightest. Really, Cloud had no idea what they had intended by doing this, but the blood bags weren't really cutting it anymore. They had wanted something stronger and from someone that was actually willing to let them do so. Thankfully, this guy seemed to be more than willing to offer his blood over to a vampire or...well, a sanguine elf. Cloud hadn't asked for this life to be bestowed upon them, but they had no choice in the matter now. They had to come up with a solution before they hurt someone without even realizing it. "You would think so, but I've just been thinking about nothing else but blood." Not lycan blood, but still.
Auri had a process at this point, an entire routine no matter how distinct each client and consumer was from the last; vampires, witches, and now a sanguine elf. He'd never come across a creature like that and it only made him all the more invested in getting closer to them as a whole, seeing if his mother was still littered amongst the survivors of their kind in Audulë. Creatures a step separated from vampires and all Auri could think about was how he could have his own slice of the pie as if a sanguine elf was even interested in paying for blood; well, whatever, this one was here so it spoke enough to his supply and demand ideal. "Well there's a few ways to do this; my wrist, the crook of my arm, my neck; I don't really judge." He's breezing past the payment options, getting ahead of himself, blinking, "Do elves even have cash app?" Spoken aloud as though he'd been internally mulling it over; some were so far removed from this mortal coil.
"I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was that weekend my sister visited." That's still a bit of a soft spot, that she'd wanted to go back to the dorms and he'd wanted a nightcap at an unfamiliar bar. He remembers afterwards, claiming he was going back with her to France when instead he was going to Eleanor. "I should have told you the truth." Etienne hands Aurelien a cigarette, mouth twisted into a frown. It's something he's come to terms with, that Auri of all people would have understood what was going on. There'd been a lot of conflicting emotions regarding the whole thing, regarding his roommate. If Mal hadn't taken him in, if Eleanor had turned him away, they might still have something between them. "I'm alright now." Adjusted, supported in ways he never thought he'd be. "It's probably the best thing that's ever happened to me." He didn't feel like he was on the outside looking in anymore, felt like an active participant in his own life. He lights his own cigarette, he looks over at Auri as he takes a slow drag from it and can't help but feel guilty.
"I just never thought I'd catch you up in a lie," it's light, there's no animosity peppered between each syllable; Auri would like to believe he understood more than anyone else, baring the very distinct differences between lycan and faimen. The fact that Etienne's fangs were lethal to him now was a slight growing pain; but another belief of Auri was that he, and they together, had simply been through far worse growing pains. Nothing was more excruciating than having to get to know a stranger as a roommate and they'd passed through that with flying colors; some prospective bite was easy. Auri slips the cigarette from Etienne's fingers with a lop-sided smile, fondness and confusion are spliced into one expression; he'd like to believe he still knows the french boy next to him, but it's clear that he's changed even further than just a mere bleach job.
His own cigarette is sparked and even between the brief inhales, that crooked grin still remains, eyeing the now wolf as though he could perceive any other clear differences from the other. "Even with all my abilities I didn't see any of this coming," Auri shakes his head, for they could go back and forth about discrepancies, what ifs, and all that was littered it between but it couldn't ever change what was. "But if you're happy," a lazy shrug, "I can learn to be happy, too." The Donor can't ever lie, that's the worst part about his elven blood but the now eladrin learned very young how to bend the truth.
@aurelienpatenaude location: Old Blood Orchard, Fey Forest notes: mentor/mentee connect
In the remnants of what was once the blood orchard he'd cultivated alongside Zahrya, the veil between the mortal realm and the Otherworld was impossibly thin. Across the fey forest it had dwindled, but here most of all it was possible to simply slip through to the other side. The manifest didn't fear the accidental arrival of any demonkind, but instead was more fixated upon the fauna from the Otherworld that was bleeding into the mortal realm. Magical and mundane foliage crossed paths, muddled together, and with the Spring through the Summer would sprout even more interesting subjects.
For the alchemist, Alastor had resolved to ensure this would happen with some choice varieties. When it came to mystical components not all flowers were created equal, a rose grown under a lamp did not hold the same properties as one captured from the wild, and the same could be said for the flowers that bloomed from the brush of magic and those that came about naturally.
"Not many people come out this way." Then again, the eladrin likely wasn't most people, "It's dangerous," Alastor looked over his shoulder from his position on the ground, "even for you and your new abilities."
The Old Blood Orchard was likely never imagined to be conceived as a prison for the elves, used against them in the most torturous way as the world fell apart in a cataclysmic bang. Most would have balked at the idea of going near such ruination, the magic of elves, the torture they endured likely still embalmed within the fractured roots; a graveyard of sorts despite the fact they all still lived and breathed. Auri would never say he resounded within a level of deep confidence, it was all a facade, but as he was caught in literal moments, wandering towards the Old Blood Orchard; he liked to believe that he could feel the remnants of such hellish ordeal the closer he loomed to the Orchard.
"You've no idea where I've been," this was a cake walk in the Donor's mind, a walk through the damned park considering where he'd lay and dwell for a meal, or hard cash; anything worth something. "-And this is nothing."
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a starter for @wardercloud, where: somewhere quiet
He didn't figure elves were on the list of people scoping ads for blood but much like a Grindr 'u up?' text his phone had chimed with a negotiation of sorts. Payment was whatever, really; at the beginning it'd been strictly money, but Auri was always proud of a good favor. Whether it was information he vied, access to the hot clubs of Rome, or anything in between, the Donor learned to be lenient over the years. A sanguine elf seemed to pay for itself, they were rare in terms of their presence in Rome and Auri was nothing if not curious about the elves. "I thought all the lycan blood would have put off any routine snacking," Auri was always good for a joke to diffuse those awkward first minutes, smiling at them as though it'd take the edge away.
a starter for @springlia, where: somewhere quiet
Aurélien was slow to snoop on the dawn court, he'd fantasized plenty about meeting the elves, finding his imprisoned parent, and making some high fantasy get away from the sad little life in that damned orphanage. That, however, was then, and years which felt more akin to lifetimes separated Auri from his sad escape route of an imagination. Reality was a difficult pill to swallow and though he'd romanticized and glamorized this little Donor exchange he'd coined of himself, Auri still occasionally grasped onto the straws of former high hopes. With a warm beer in hand, courtesy of All Fours, the eladrin made his way up to the dawn ambassador, offering his most curt smile, "I feel really terrible offering this to you, but you looked like you needed something to take the edge off."
a starter for @oliverevansx, where: some dusty back corner of lubefest
"Slim pickings, hm?" Oliver was a baby vampire when it came to the stands and hierarchy, it likely wasn't wise to tease him, those cravings could be a bitch. Despite that, Auri was the epitome of some petty bitch himself and despite this being a lycan's paradise - mudpits, violence, and garlic knots - they could still make the most of it. "I heard the humans are spelled against all the magic, they won't even remember all the freaky supernatural stuff." Hint, hint.
a starter for @fearnabi, where: wafflehouse break
Only amateurs didn't pause for hydration breaks and snacks, Auri and Nabi shoved into one side of the Waffle House booth as the place was jam packed. Nabi had the courage to actually look at the menu, but Auri merely shook his head, "We can get cheese fries later, these waffles aren't even worth their original price." He was a hater from birth so it was easy to turn up his nose at the skeptical looking syrup and waffles from this place.

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a starter for @junelizabeth, where: wolfchella
"June, there you are," newly transformed eladrins have to stick together, plus, Wolfchella was absolutely incensed for 3 Knots Down as the cover band descended into the third song of their set. Auri thrived at the cynosure of a vampire gathering, but lycans and their associates were a different realm entirely, if a mosh pit threatened to break out; the only plus was how easy it was for him to slip through the amassed throngs of wolves and other bodies that separated him from the other. "You're not about to go crowd surfing, are you? I just don't think we'd survive."
a starter for @connorlang, where: wolfchella
"I didn't know you had any musical talents," that's because Connor and Co. did not, but it did take a lot of courage to play the spoons in this day and age. All that mattered was the trio seemed to have fun attempting to make some ears bleed; that was what Lubefest was about when one really thought about it, the borderline festival grounds always gave off a 'Mother I crave violence' vibe.
@aurelienpatenaude location: Outside Just a Bite notes: kiss kiss bite bite
Venerior's face was still smarting from the loud smack that resonated outside the club. "Baby, wait, we can go to Breadsticks instead -!" Too late, he was gone. Craig was a dream, but apparently, bringing him to a vampire bar to get passed around three sets of fangs was a step too far for a fifth date. Sullen, depressed and damn near inconsolable, Venerio sighed dead air from his lungs as he tried to consider just why it was that he was so consistently unlucky in love. When was someone going to love him... For him?
"Oh, Aurelien," he scrawny, and there wasn't much meat on his bones; low iron didn't account for the most savory of meals, but he made up for it with the sweet scent of his fey blood. "you didn't hear all that, did you?"
"What's the part I'm supposed to forget?" Teasing of course, but it was hard to forget the smack that had resounded so loudly through the air; if Venerio wasn't an immortal vampire, Aurélien was certain his head would have done a full 360 spin around. The Donor stretched, arms high above his head as though preparing a night that would stretch on into dawn, the patrons of Just a Bite not typically constrained to packing up early when there were juice boxes to pass around. A yawn came forth next as the fey rolled his neck, lanky limbs hardly feeling the bitter cold that seemed to swarm them this time of year, "You weren't really going to take him to Breadsticks, right?" A grin flourished, "Making him a juicebox instead was a kindness."
Several months had slipped by since the farm had been shut down. Something that he had inherited, or rather, stripped from the hands of those who had sought to own it before him. Blood had always been on his hands, his tongue; the very essence that had always sought to drive him further forward. Money, power; all things could be acquired through blood. Whether it was freely given, or taken mattered little to Malachai. For if it could so easily be taken, then it had not been prized so highly. Not to those unlike the eladrin that had found himself within the office. Attention was pulled from the paperwork scattered about his desk, pen set aside as he leaned back into the chair. How often had Malachai sunk his teeth into the neck of the eladrin? Into his wrist? Or any of the other many places Auri had offered to him. Intrigue had him now wondering what the other wanted. For he could smell the alcohol that had slipped across the other's tongue. "A minor setback," words spoken in the accent he hadn't quite lost over the many years. Fingers laced together as his hands rested in his lap, gaze so keenly focused upon the eladrin. Had he come for money? Perhaps a favor? The list could be endless, but it always came back to Malachai's fangs. "Is that what you've come for? A peek into my business affairs?" An inviting smirk crafted itself upon his lips, yet the vampire made no move to meet the eladrin. Not yet.
"What, I can't come ask how you are? We're not friends, only contract holders, right?" More than a touch pathetic, the fumes of Auri's weird jealousy were palpable despite Etienne having made it clear, in some twist of fate, that he was happy, lycanthropy or otherwise. Despite how the now lycan and eladrin left things, Auri had arrived at Malachais' office intent on making an utter fool of himself to the vampire who was at the beginning and end of it all. The eladrin had waltzed in here with plenty more drunken vitriol but Auri catches himself near immediately as Malachai gives him that typical look of indifference, hands clasped before himself. For all that Aurélien had built for himself, it was merely from leeching money and favors off of others and the eladrin wasn't blind to the flimsy schemes he'd profited from. Auri had so delicately pulled the strings of his life, ushered himself into this fang for change image, so why did it all feel so rotten now when he felt upon the oust of something he was once so intricately apart of? Auri practically blushed, the eladrin stamping his foot once as though it would meld away that nagging frustration he felt at his own stupidity. Quieter now, he gnawed on his bottom lip, shaking his head with a laugh of disbelief, "I don't know what I'm doing here, Mal."
"Of course I do." And just like that any of the anxieties or 'what if's completely go out the window because they're fine. When he'd first met Auri, when he'd moved into his university dorm and hadn't been paired up with any of his friends, he'd been nervous, had felt left out even. That'd kind of been a running gag, he was always there but he was the one left walking behind everyone on the sidewalk. Not with Auri though, the friendship or whatever they'd wound up being towards the end there, had proven better than any secondary school relationship he'd made. Things had fallen comfortably into place then and they did now. He takes a sip from the solo cup before nodding towards the sliding door in the kitchen leading to the deck area before he's moving towards it. Stepping onto the softly lit deck and fishing the cigarettes from his back pocket, he knows out there, there's bound to be questions. He owes Auri an explanation, he still owes that to most people nearly two years later. "Go ahead and ask, I know you want to."
A sort of simplicity had followed them and though Aurélien would have liked to take some spec of credit for that, Etienne seemed to calm the more exuberant parts of the eladrin, too. Wild and unruly, the Donor lived on the precipice of many dangers purposefully; life hadn't been kind to a scrawny little halfblood and so he attempted, in every aspect of his life, to turn such table upon it's axis. Etienne was a reminder to slow down, grasp the bigger picture, and bask in such simplicity for life truly had been sweeter when the other had been around. Perhaps that's why everything had felt so ass backwards since the brunette, now given that mid-twenties crisis bleach job, had disappeared and it said plenty of Auri that he stood here chasing such feeling even when something within him screamed to be angry or disappointed.
Auri slipped behind Etienne, light as a feather the lanky eladrin perched himself on the landing of the deck, though he was tall enough that the soles of his feet rimmed the floor. "I guess the most obvious question is what happened?" It's quiet, nose scrunched as he peers up at Etienne with a litany of understanding; he'd undergone his own surprise transformation recently and there was growing pains. "I mean, besides the obvious bite trauma."

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who: @aurelienpatenaude where: Parco Savello
He's greeting her like an old friend and she's staring at him like she has amnesia, the Seraphim within had never seen this Eladrin before and she doesn't know how to tell the other that she's possessed this host, gone are the memories of the mortal that offered their vessel and she doesn't want to be purged like a demon. It was a willing possession, of a human that had prayed to be used for the greater good, for divine glory and the broken angel had taken hold. "I'm not who you think I am." A cold voice speaks and being within the mortal realm offers exhausting moments that she had never expected, is this what she was made to bow for?
"Okay," a hardened retort as Aurélien basically has to come to terms with what they're starkly alluding to. Religion was often so intrinsically tied into these possessions, it was a little exhausting to decipher between the dead and the living; and those who were willing beneath it. He'd met her, before this entity had taken over, at a church but it hadn't made this end any less surprising; there was a fine line between religion and servitude towards it. "So who are you; or would what be more appropriate?" Auri had mingled around demons, noted the punctual notes of their infernal presence; this felt different but it didn't allow it to feel anymore comforting.
who: @aurelienpatenaude where: Back alley, the streets
Avery had been experimenting with blood magic lately, he was well versed in it like dealing out a familiar pack of cards but with the ever shifting magical landscape of Rome, he wondered if the properties of the blood had changed with its magical potency as Faiman became Eladrins. Lately he had been talking more with dead souls, conjuring damned spirits and trying to understand Daddae Oz who had moved in with his packed bags like a new step-dad. Fey blood was the most powerful out there and so he was willing to spend a pretty penny to get what he needed and to continue to dose those with memory-containing spellwork, he was in more risk of losing his wig each day. He had come with his medical supplies that he had acquired at the back-market of Fates to drain as much blood as he could. "Give me your arm."
This was less routine than most transactions; where Auri had gotten used to a fang or a dagger slicing into his palm or neck, this necromancer had some official set up that felt a little more chilling than typical. Maybe it was the mere fact they were stationed in some back-market booth of Fates, or maybe it was the little needle that Avery was messing with, but Auri practically got the ick as the eladrin slid his shirt sleeve up, cuffing it off at the elbow. Whatever, he'd gotten the money and it was obvious the Donor's need for a little treat led him to plenty of depraved places; this hardly making the top five list. "So, you've… done this before?" How did small talk over the black market sale of his blood go again? Auri wasn't really sure but with the supplies Avery came equipped with it almost seemed like this was a hobby for the witch.