destroy the mirage.

Naomi: I am messaging everyone trying to get answers btw.

Naomi: So if you could respond. That would be great. B/cuz I'm losing my mind over here.

Naomi: Something weird is going on in general, and now I don't know where Mallory is.

Naomi: Please tell me you do!

Naomi: She won't answer my texts or phone calls.

Naomi: Please tell me.

Casper: Naomi, breathe. My phone was just on silent.

Casper: Sera is with me, its been a roller coaster.

( SIX HOURS LATER )

Sera: I saw Jeremiah.

Sera: I saw our baby.

Sera: 1483. Tear ducts too.

Sera: Such useless things.

( FOUR DAYS LATER )

Casper: Has anything seemed off to you?

Roman Godfrey

“I will have you know, I am always ready to drink and silently judge people.” Lucian couldn’t help but look from the sidewalk up ahead to his companion with a smirk. The whole situation still seemed surreal. Actually, he should just kind of expect that kind of thing from Casper at this point, that it was always going to be mind blowing that they were around each other outside of the office, period. This felt weirder than visiting the apartment, too. It’s not like he didn’t go out with friends, it was just that no matter how much he humanized them, he couldn’t quite wrap his head around spending time with a Bordeaux period. As a teen, he’d thought of them as people he’d never meet, as being inaccessible. For just a brief moment, he felt a little twinge of pride in himself for that. For actually taking the risk to get where he was instead of laying around in a college dorm lamenting he wasn’t doing anything with his life.

“Excellent, you’ll fit right in,” heels clicking as he tried to slow his pace to be steady with the Tallis. If it wasn’t for the come-hither scent that oozed from Luican, Casper would honestly forget that he wasn’t a vampire and a mortal soul. He had always seemed more in place with all the rest of them and the Bordeaux held his alluring grin, leading them down a small driveway. The entrance, in all honesty, hardly looked like an entrance but stood in front of it confidently before four taps and a whisper. Emerald hues looking over to Lucian earnestly with slightly raised eyebrows before the brick moved out and reveals a dimly lit hall and noise erupting into the streets. Lavish pieces of furniture cluttered the way, all pre-century feeling with modern touches and stained glass windows that were light but with no outside view. He stayed quiet and allowed Lucian to get a feel for his surroundings before they made it to the entryway, feeling eyes upon them instantly as curiosity swelled within the room.

“You’ve already made tonight incredible. Promise that after this, we can go back to your place and we go for a round two.” She leaned up and kissed Casper on the cheek, chastely though they both knew the little devil that the witch could be at times. Her eyes then turning to the event that they were about to enter. “Tonight is going to be quite magical, but this is an event. Do you think they are here?” Vivian asked. She remembered the precautions that Casper had asked they took back in October. Her deep brown eyes turning back to the remarkable man that she was lucky to be the date of. “Do you think we can make lightning strike twice… Or rather avoid them tonight?”

@casperbordeaux

Cyrus the Great: I couldn't live a lie anymore! 👨‍❤️‍👨 Run away with me! 🛫🏝

Casper: Wherever shall we flee? ✈️

Cyrus: We really should stop fighting our feelings. Be my winter ball date? ❄ ❄ 💍 ❄ ❄

Casper: A thousand times yes. 😱💘

Cyrus nodded, “Perhaps, but that’s above my pay grade boss. I just make sure everything turns on and runs the way you want it to. Wouldn’t be upset to have more content though.” Most of the Bordeaux’s presented as cold as a snow bank and just as pristine. To have forever and appear so unmoved by the world around them, jaded or numb. Seemed like a waste. “It’s the natural cycle of life. Forces me to come up with new ways to whip the interns into shape without violating any of HRs policies.” 

Cyrus ticked down his mental list, “We’re coming up on a security system review next month. And a few system updates after that. But other than that we’re up to date.” The Basilisk licked his bottom lip, able to taste the sharp flavor of the other’s coffee along with the ever present fainter taste of blood. He replied to the question, “I’ll make time for him.” He sighed and laughed, “Where did this one come from? And am I going to want to electrocute him before the day is over?”

“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. 

“It’s not going to steal your soul, you know?”, Anais peered up from behind the camera, one of those obnoxiously bulky, decidedly conspicuous blocks of plastic and metal and glass. “Though it sounds kind of poetic, I’ll give it that. A fragment of a soul…”, she seemed to think about it for a second, slight crease forming between her brows before she seemed to seamlessly slink back into that airy, semi-attentive grin. “Come on, don’t be shy - I promise I have a way with this thing. And it’s such a pretty lighting, I’ve been waiting for the winter sun.”

Sera: You're a brat.

Sera: A heart? What it this thing you speak of?

Casper: Oh, that's right. You got yours removed back in what? 1883?