𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆

it was a rare occasion that he and emilienne had the house to themselves on a quiet morning. julian left his bags by the door and stepped through the foyer, into their large common room, unbuttoning his coat as he entered further into the space. when they didn’t have guests over, their many children were popping in and out as they pleased— he was glad to see that neither was the case this day. as his eyes fell upon his beloved, a vision of beauty, he paused for a moment. coming back from business trips were always worth the sight he returned to. “i’m sorry i missed it, it would have been all the more fun with me around,” he responded, a grin spreading across his face as he continued towards her, taking a seat on the armrest of the sofa across the chaise. normally he would have gone straight for a kiss, or a hug, some type of physical affection, but he didn’t dare disturb her peace. “believe me, i think i missed you far more.”

As his face came into view once he stepped fully into their living space, the smile the pulled at the corners of her lips was one that was only his, there was never and would never be another that could fill her otherwise cold heart with such a flood of warmth and desire for affection. “Doubtless, darling.” She spoke softly, rising with slow grace from where she lay the ivory robe bearing smooth skin that was no less pearlescent than the silk she wore, bare beneath a short slip. She decided he was much to far considering how long he’d been away.

Crossing the room she came to stand between his legs, the tips of her fingers very gently running along the length of his face from cheekbones to sharp jawline. “The next time I decide to stay back for the sake of the council, do not let me. That lot will drive me to the coffins we so hate.” She said almost in a whisper standing so closer, thumb brushing his bottom lip allowing for that rush of pleasure that was so unique to her touch alone. 

❝ THAT’S JUST SO WRONG, ❞ she wasn’t talking to anyone. she just had to say the words aloud. ❝ humans aren’t just things to be played with and consumed. i know it’s probably ridiculous to even think it, but isn’t there a way we could all exist together? without it feeling like someone lost. ❞

“No one is without their flaws, not even the Lords favored creation. Unfortunately, where piety ends nothing can be done to save anyone. The damned least of all.” The remnants of a rare smile from her was not at all due to the morbid words, but rather the mention of her father, to whom she remained unwaveringly loyal.

Mason looked over at the blonde over the rim of his glass as he mulled over her words. He, of course, understood where her question came from having plenty encounters of that sort himself. “People are naive that way, as I’m sure you’ve seen for yourself in your 4500 some years. are you talking about some specific incident or generalization?” he paused, his lips curving into an amused smirk, “or they think your some sort of angel especially when you flash them those pretty blues.” 

“A generalization. Every such encounter seems to bleed together, the end result just about the same. Do you ever feel like there’s no more room for surprise left in our lives? Everyone, and everything is so predictable, I’d even have another war if that’s what it takes to rock the boat.” She said exaggerating mostly, or was she? She tilted her head to the side, flashing him a smile that got her just about anything she ever wanted, at the mention of looking angelic. She knew angels, she’d killed angels locked out of heaven they really weren’t all that. But she was never one to refute a compliment. “It’s may as well me something biblical.” She mused, ambiguously. 

It was early morning, the quiet of the wilderness settling in place of the buzzing chatter that filled the house hours before as she’d entertained some guests. Though relaxed and not physically tired the pureblood felt drained. It was as if the weight of the passing year had finally caught up to her just as it did every year for the last century or so. Inevitable she supposed, as it was many millennia in the coming. Letting her hair spill over her shoulders she draped her legs over a long chaise her long silken robe skimming the floor, the satin glowing under the moonlight that spilled through the glass walls around her. Letting her eyes fall shut she rubbed at the crook of her shoulder. “Let me be the first to admit that little soiree was all too dull, you missed nothing. but I missed you.” She spoke softly, before Julian even entered the room, knowing he was near as always.

cain had been sat by the bar for the majority of the day, not really drinking as much as he was watching the people around him. so far nobody had even remotely interested him until he turned around to leave and noticed somebody sit next to him. “good evening, love. let me buy you a drink?”

Azra ran her fingers along the stem of her wine glass a bit absentmindedly. When the man seated himself beside her, she didn’t notice him immediately. Lifting her gaze from the glass, her dark eyes appraising him a moment trying to gage if his was a face she knew. “I’ve barely finished the one I have. But thank you for the offer.”

❝ YOU DON’T REALLY THINK THE purebloods would let all humans be wiped out, do you? ❞ it seemed strange to percy that it was even a considerable idea. the genocide of any species was cruel. ❝ i mean i know some of them started the war a long time ago, but that was so long ago. why should they still have to pay for it now? ❞

“Doubtful. Human are their primary source of sustenance, and often amusement. They wouldn’t completely do away with the lot of them. I do however anticipate things getting much worse for their kind .”

“I think I need Jesus.” Eden announced as she dropped onto the couch next to her friend, her head lulling back to rest against the cushion eyes closing. “I’ve heard perhaps the most compelling agreement to the fact of my life. For my inner peace and all that crap.” 

She could sense the presence of the the other for a few minutes now, though she’d kept on going until turning abruptly when she was satisfied they were a safe distance away. “Bold of you approach me here out in the open, away from prying eyes.” She stated, crossing her arms.

“You know, it never fails to marvel me how so many believe I actually have some kind of vested interest in their wellbeing. Like some heartfelt plea, that too an ambush in the middle of the street will convince me to go out of my way to do something on their behalf.” Mused the blonde as she sipped at the blood laced wine she held.

You could take a toothbrush to scrub down the bar and Eden doubted it would make any difference to the decades old grim that had glassed with time and being cleaned over. Some would say it gave establishment character. Yet she worked the rag along the surface wiping away peanut crumbs and splashed drinks from the night before as she did at the start of most her mid day shifts. Hearing the door and sounds of foot steps she stood from where she’d been kneeling behind the bar grabbing a fresh trash bag since whomever was closing the night before hadn’t bothered. “It’s a bit early in the day don’t you think? We don’t open until five.”