Some legends are told..

“So, so true..” he laughed. “So, show me, slave. What’s your definition of risque? Hm?”

@clydexfoy

Clyde didn’t flinch when the guard came closer. It almost became part of their weekly routine as often as they found themselves in that position. “Perhaps I already have. Would you know?”, he challenged. “I’m not scared of you, Milo. If anything, if you hurt me, I’ll just hurt her again. If you stop me, I can send for somebody else to do the job. I wonder who’s gonna last longer”

Text: Certainly done. Done with that for years now actually.

Text: Is there anything else you want?

Text: That doesn't answer my question, Rekha. I was asking if you believe him or not.

Smiling a little to himself as he read Jane’s last text, he got up, just ready to head towards her place. He wasn’t sure what drove him to that point, usually not one to indulge in such simple pleasures, much less interested in developing friendships but fuck it. There was a short moment of silence, light and eventually footsteps until he was greeted with the lovely woman. “So tell me more about what I’m thinking, love”

Jane smirked at her phone before shoving it in the back pocket of her jeans, relaxing on her couch until he arrived. Kicking off her shoes, she had just gotten comfy when she heard the knock at her door and headed towards it. Greeting him with an enticing smile. She slowly stepped towards him, into his personal space as she replied. “Well, I’m no psychic, but I think it might be something like this?” She said, gripping his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. 

“About a 1 out of 10.”

Text: well, what are you hoping I mean by that?

Text: It’s settled then. See ya in 5

“About a 1 out of 10.”

“About a 1 out of 10.”

“So, so true..” he laughed. “So, show me, slave. What’s your definition of risque? Hm?”

@clydexfoy

Clyde was glad to have caught her on time, glad to have her react both physically and verbally. It did well to calm his temper. His expression, however, didn’t change at all. He was tense, angered and frustrated alike, eager to find release in whatever form. Layla was the most convenient way to achieve that and who knew? Maybe the satisfaction would last.

“Doesn’t matter. It can’t be helped but you wouldn’t understand”, Clyde assured the woman, dismissing her quickly. What he and Winter had done to each other was rather complicated and he most certainly didn’t feel like going through all that with anybody, least of all with someone who looked exactly like her. “Just know that Winter is to blame. You can thank her later for that” And with that he reached out and pulled at the towel. Layla had no choice but to let go or she would eventually slip. Either would be fine with Clyde.

What?! She didn’t understand! “Please! She’s gone! I swear I’m a different person!” She pleaded! She thought Clyde had been mad about Winter’s departure and that’s his actions were vengeance against herself. Perhaps Winter had asked that he hurt Layla if she ever managed to get rid of her. Was this some contingency plan from the ancient witch?

“Maybe you’ve just lost your emotions then. Maybe there’s a reason people should not live that long”, Clyde concluded sharply. Something just had to get to her. The longer Rekha carried him around like a piece of meat, the longer she pretended like nothing ever happened, the faster his anger boiled up. It wasn’t fair. She was one of the few people he actually behaved properly around, at least somewhat, and that was how the world thanked him for it.

“I hope you do realize that I’ll go back to my place once you set me down again, from here or from your suite, it does not make a difference to me”, Clyde remarked, the words followed by a curse shortly after. Was he acting childish? Probably. But he saw no other choice but to pull the woman’s hair now. If anything that might annoy her as much as she annoyed him. “And what if I’m being treated injustly first? That’s just bullshit, Rekha. You could have at least asked”

“Perhaps you are right,” she said freely, nodding once. “There are consequences to everything, immortality is no exception,” she added- of course, she didn’t mention that she’d been this way even as a child, stoic and calm and unbothered. But she meant it when she said it could’ve also been a side effect of living forever- for others. She’d seen it happen often enough, immortals losing reason and humanity as the centuries passed. 

A brow rose and that must have been the only sign of recognition the male offered her for a while. His hand flew across the pages, seemingly dancing, scribbling anf eventually coming to a stop.

“Then do the opposite of what you’re doing?”, he wondered more to himself before eventually meeting her eyes. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t mind being alone, less people to take care of and stuff” Clyde offered the whole issue a shrug.

Sibyla lay back on her bed with a sigh. She couldn’t be more different to Clyde she realised… He was confident, brash and comfortable with who he was. She was shy, polite and insecure. Sometimes she envied him. 

“He said he tolerates her. Whatever that means. We shall see..”

God no..of course not. No one deserves that crap that the grant students have to put up with. Not even Clyde..

“That being a vampire is not that bad, perhaps?”