I WAIT.

hunter app: ( yahya abdul-mateen ii. cis man. he/his. pursuit & gesaffelstein. ) well, would you look at HAIDER FERREIRA this year? i believe they have been training for THIRTY TWO YEARS of their THIRTY FIVE years of life. this makes them a HIGH LEVEL hunter in their family, but they’re also pretty good at KNITTING. when dusk falls, you can usually find them heading home to QUEENS by SUBWAY. @duskintro​

FEATURING  :  haider  ferreira  (  @haiderferreira​  )

LOCATION  :  cafe  in  manhattan

          WHEN  THEY  HEAR  THEIR  NAME  ,  theo  walks  over  to  the  counter  .  brows  furrow  when  they’re  presented  with  two  drinks  and  some  excuse  that  the  barista  made  a  little  too  much  .  nonetheless  ,  the  witch  grabs  the  two  cups  ,  turning  to  spot  haider  entering  the  cafe  .  “  hey  ,  ”  walks  up  to  the  hunter  .  “  did  you  want  this  ?  ”  holds  up  the  cup  in  question  .  “  the  barista  made  me  an  extra  .  ”

“YOU look tense, Haider.”

“ you look tense, james. ”

(   *      ──    𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜  𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍  𝚊  𝚗𝚘𝚠  𝚑𝚊𝚣𝚢  mind  ,  swirling  into  a  complicated  mess  that  jiaying  truly  can’t  be  bothered  to  untangle  .  this  gala  is  supposed  to  be  simple  ,  and  networking  has  never  been  overwhelming  ──  yet  the  supernatural  seems  to  be  complicating  things  ,  annoyingly  so  .  ❛  hm  .  unfortunately  ,  too  many  people  are  either  sucking  up  or  being  wildly  passive  aggressive  to  make  this  entertaining  .  i  did  actually  apologize  to  someone  tonight  ,  so  that’s  new  .  ❜

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  he wasn’t bothered by how others approached him, or looked at him. He was aware that between species, there would be something. However, he wasn’t one to let that be one to determine if people could get along.  “Ah, water?” he stated looking at the rest of the crowd. “not at all, you have your preference, and it’s fine if you decline.” he gave a light shrug. “Now food is another thing entirely.” he stated with a smile, a light joke.

“WHILE YOU’RE AT IT, tell them to cut down on the excessiveness of these things,” she says. His passive aggressive tone doesn’t go unnoticed by her, but it doesn’t faze her, and he’s a fellow hunter on the council so she’ll just reciprocate the cool comment. “It would make things a little more entertaining.” Maybe even prove to her that you can’t really trust most of these species. “Though, I bet you’re already busy for the night, hm? Networking and all. You don’t take a break?” She never does; she’s alert and eyes memorizing faces and names, why would a council member take one?

holding people to the same standards he holds himself to would be futile. everyone’s a fucking disappointment. the bare minimum he expects, however, is for family members to listen. his anger steels him as he steps closer towards santos rearranging someone’s face, making his presence known with a hand around santos’ collar and pulling him off the newest ferreira member. “ you, inside. you-- ” gaze settles on santos, voice taking on the iratest approach possible without bringing attention to them, “ speak. ” anything other than an apology might test him.

haider prides himself in being a perfectionist; miscalculations are far and few in between but theo might be his greatest one yet. it’s been a few years since he saw her as such, starting and ending with the day she was introduced to the council as the new tacitum coven leader. now he approaches her as a fellow council member -- the only thing that still ties him to her. “ who killed you? ” he glances at the red beads.

“ care for some fresh air? ”

after a long evening of networking with officials, it’s that time of the night where haider retreats to the mezzanine. it’s quiet, but most importantly he can be alone. a space he doesn’t hate sharing with jiaying enough to return to chip, skip and tripp. he has no tips to offer on how well one can hide their mistresses, after all. looking down at the rest of the guests on the floor, he asks in something of a muse, “ any observations worth mentioning? ”

    He was at the bar once he entered the gala, that helped somewhat with cravings. Everyone looked very stylish, he wished he was back in the 1920s era, that was his favorite time. Taking his drink down, he turned seeing another approach “What will you be having?” he asked with a small smile, not minding in buying a drink for the other. @duskstart​

——    𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

          had  anyone  walked  passed  and  not  really  looked,  they  would  assume  that  salome  was  simply  puffing  on  a  cigarette,  but  if  they  got  closer  they  would  smell  the  telltale  scent  of  something  much  stronger,  and  not  always  welcome  in  some  places.  finding  a  little  balcony  deeper  in  the  venue  than  they  probably  should’ve  been  was  one  thing,  taking  the  time  to  light  up  was  another  entirely.  ‘  ——  if  you’re  going  to  snitch,  let  me  know  now  so  i  can  get  ready  to  run,  ’  salome  greeted,  smoke  swirling  out  of  their  lips.     

“suka..” they curse from behind a chilled bottle of beer, pulling their head back to eye the label suspiciously with a roll of their eyes. “taste like shit…” they utter the words, their accent still laced with russian undertones. the beer selections were poor and incredibly watered down in their opinion and the only way to get through the evening required a heavy buzz. it was soon apparent it wouldn’t come in form of the bottle in their hand, something heavier would have to be replaced. “what do you got?” they ask, tilting their bottle towards the other before swigging back another swig, nose wrinkling. “please tell me it’s better than this..” 

@duskstart​​