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@l1felike
#L1FELIKE ... a private vtm au for AZUNE NAYAR of cr4. under construction + mature, triggering themes will be present. follows back from @4zune.
THE COTERIE: @bleedingdve, @bleedsthrough, @nessfang, @sangu1no, @wulfhart ( BONUS vtm sideblog is on @aramanbynight)
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i sent the link to everyone for the gc i think..... lmk if i fucked up
@wulfhart continued from here
[ katt : txt ]: yeah [ katt : txt ]: i can be
He sees the hesitation from a message that doesn't come.
[ katt : txt ]: everything okay? [ katt : txt ]: do you need me to bring something?
groupchat now š«µ discord orr??? somewhere else ??
moss and mayli i need you to know im losing it over kitty kat and jules verne
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okay so itās looking like we wont be playing dnd for august bc everyone is either busy or vacationing understandable. do iā¦ shoot a message to the place we play at for the short one shots of the month š 4-6 sessions
@sangu1no š¤ azune calling babel babs
Sent a moment before he sends the message about his possible broken arm:
[txt: zunešš]: Azune and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I shouldn't be laughing
[txt: zunešš]: not laughing anymore
[txt: zunešš]: Where are you? call me if you can.
[txt: zunešš]: I'll come get you
[ babs : text]: i can drive [ babs : text]: nvm even typing h Message deleted
He presses the button, switching to a voice message.
[ babs : voice message]: Hi, um, I'm sitting in my car. [hisses] ow I'll send you a pin. Can you bring me... something... take out please?
Azune Nayar started sharing location with you.
[@bleedsthrough TXT] : glad you had fun.
[ occtis: txt ]: thank you! [ occtis: txt ]: really [ occtis: txt ]: it's been a while [ occtis: txt ]: we should hang out more Message deleted
[ occtis: txt ]: it was nice to feel normal for a night
[ @bleedingdve txt ] : are you safe??
[ babs: txt ] : well i don't have my secondary inhaler with me or camomile [ babs: txt ] : so you know ... [ babs: txt ] : safe all in all
Few moments pass and the writing continues.
[ babs: txt ] : i may have a broken arm though [ babs: txt ] : and some other things
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icb both me and azune getting called out like that
[ TXT : @l1felike ] did you get home safe?
[ TXT : Nayar, Azune š ] i did? [ TXT : Nayar, Azune š ] i'm okay [ TXT : Nayar, Azune š ] thank you for asking
A few seconds pass. [ TXT : Nayar, Azune š ] should i be [ TXT : Nayar, Azune š ] i mean [ TXT : Nayar, Azune š ] is there anything i should be worrying about? [ TXT : Nayar, Azune š ] like [ TXT : Nayar, Azune š ] in particular [ TXT : Nayar, Azune š ] i know there's lots of things i should worry about
Writing...
[ TXT : Nayar, Azune š ] azune, is everything alright?
[ txt: occtis ]: no it's... [ txt: occtis ]: i'm probably overthinking it
A pause, then the writing continues.
[ txt: occtis ]: i heard some things about mice going missing and [ txt: occtis ]: i wanted to check if everything was okay
[ txt ]: i love how you only respond when it's convenient. from @l1felike
[ txt: bello ]: what do u mean??? [ txt: bello ]: i'm SO attentive
writing...
writing....
writing...
[ txt: bello ]: are u mad at me? :(
yes... no... i was worried
[ txt: julien ]: do you constantly have it on do not disturb or?? [ txt: julien ]: no
three dots appear... then disappear... then appear once more.
[ txt: julien ]: it's nice to have a sign of life once in a while [ txt: julien ]: or... you know what i mean [ txt: julien ]: have fun [ txt: julien ]: wherever you are
the never ending circle of thinking i'm going somewhere with my drawing and then trying to draw any pose without a reference that's not a portrait .........
He has been thinking about this a long time. Thinking, thinking, thinking, do you ever do something else, Occtis? Or fear has you so frozen that you just wait for others to do it for you? All of these people, they don't his family like he does; they hadn't have face the force of entropy that is his father, they truly don't know what they're dealing with. You've been trying to tell them, haven't you? But be honest, who would listen to a coward?
Azune's words hit harder than he thinks they will. A part of him feels for the child that was lost in a constant struggle not be seen. Takes one to know one, doesn't it? He gets lost in those sunset eyes for a second, looking for that fear, perhaps, or maybe just basking on someone's undivided attention.
" I am saying we all should be careful on how we act, " is what he ends up saying, sickly green eyes breaking from the direct contact, you can hurt yourself, looking directly at the sun like that " I know this place feels safe for now, but--- " he breathes, guesses a truth for a truth is not such a bad deal. " I wish I just knew how to stop looking over my shoulder every night. "
A light chuckle escapes his lips, although perhaps it is a cruel involuntary choice. It is not Occtis' fault to be naive like that. No, that's not quite right either. It's not naivety, it's hope that a place will welcome him enough to protect him beyond doubt. He'd like to promise that, but the kindred society is so convoluted it might turn out to be a lie and he doesn't wish to lie to him.
āYou're not going to stop looking. Certainly not here, maybe not ever.ā YOU'RE GOING TO SCARE HIM EVEN MORE, WHEN YOU WERE TRYING TO REASSURE HIM. He should be scared, we're the first to go if something will go sideways. You're in my head you know that. TOO PARANOID, OR NOT PARANOID ENOUGH?
āHave you ever seen a cat play with a mouse? The way it toys with it before killing it? We're the mice in this world. We can be around cats all we want, but it doesn't mean they'll protect us.ā MAYBE THEY WON'T PROTECT YOU, HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT OF THAT? OCCTIS HAS A LINEAGE THAT MAKES HIM USEFUL IN THEIR HANDS. But Occtis is certainly not his enemy, quite the opposite, so if he wishes this to work he has too reign in back in. āBut I hear you, so thank you for looking out for me.ā
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nessa has closed her eyes. up here, the thump of the base from the party below is quieter. but she still hears it. a steady thrum. like a heartbeat. " oh, it isn't the same? " the breeze catches her voice, blowing it around him.
" a cub wades into the deepest part of the river. ' i will catch the biggest fish, ' she says, ' the one the other bears are too old to grasp and let slip through their paws. the one the other bears are too stupid to notice. i will get it and i will fill myself to bursting so that when winter comes, i will outlast them all.' and the young cub, woefully underestimating her ability to keep her head above the cold waters, scrambles to grasp something life changing in her hands. " her shoulders drop, as if some of the weight of what she carries, whatever it might be, is freed by the story.
" for what the cub does not see in her youth is the craftiness of the older bears, who know it is a fool's errand to go where their paws slip on stone. and they, never having to lift a finger, watch as the young cub loses herself to the water and the cold. they watch as she drowns and they laugh. " nessa opens her eyes, leveling her gaze to the back of azune's head. " a bear cub. a young ventrue. a thinblood. our stories are all the same in the end. knowledge is power, yes. but at the cost of what? "
There is a silence that stretches between them, filled with the outside noise. She's lived more than he possibly imagine, but she's forgotten the way things are laid out for others. A cub, a ventrue and a thinblood will never weigh the same in the scale. She may have been a young cub, unaware of her the possibility of her power and the dangers that lied in within it. But he is a mouse with a ticking clock of when he'll be caught. Many milestones in his life had came and passed with the surprise he made it in each one. Maybe his unlife holds the same, or maybe he's running to his death with blind eyes.
Perhaps a magpie is more accurate of a comparison. A stubborn bird capable of finding treasures between what others have overlooked. Most people pay no attention but they know how to make noise and how to look out for their own. āI'm not a fool, Nessa. You want to see me drown either way. It's a matter of drowning by my own hand or the older bears pushing me into the stream.ā THE COST ALWAYS COMES FOR CURIOUS LITTLE MICE. Coteries of thinbloods fall for the grace of one full blooded kindred. He knows the tales.
āThe right piece of knowledge, or if I'm very lucky, a favor is the difference between my survival and the final death.ā He has no false dreams of power over others, only securing his own life for a little while longer. āI have an idea of why we're going to bring the end of kindreds. But I'm curious of what you do think. Cub to cub if you like to call it as such.ā
Itās not the worst heās been hurt, not even close, but it will still take him a couple of days to get back to his usual self. There is only so much a body, even a dead one, can fix. His pretty features are marred by deeply dark bruises, something that probably broke the bone underneath. And he moves with the cautious, measured steps that speak of damage. Yet whatever happened, didnāt happen that night, his clothes are clean, the wounds washed.Ā
Maybe Azune takes it as a slight, that he didnāt come to him first, but he didnāt want to come to him or Nessa with that kind of hunger. It wasnāt a question of whether they could or couldnāt stop him, he knew better than to even tempt fate or the affection of the few people that even gave a damn about him.
But luring a pretty thing to hunt hadnāt been as easy, wounded as he was. In the end it had been some poor asshole, who just saw a young person, hurt and in apparent distress and tried to help him. Wanted to know if he could call someone for him. Not even a perv, just a regular good guy, heading home after work.Ā
A father. Thatās what he said. āIf my daughters were ever in trouble I would want someone kind to help them.āĀ
Azuneās hands pull him back from that moment, sunset eyes drawing him with an almost hypnotic lure, away from the pit and the death that should and shouldnāt weigh on him. There is no winning in that regard, itās always going to cost something.
āWhyā¦ā it takes him a moment to find his voice, distant and detached, belonging to someone else.
He drank your blood. Remember what it felt when you drank kindred blood, that fierce adoration? Isnāt that what you feel right now?Ā
Butā¦
What else could it be? Why would he care? He barely knows you.Ā
He nuzzles Azuneās hand, and even the hurt that thought brings is a comfort, something strong enough to pull him back into his body.
āItās the blood, isnāt it? Iām sorry. Iā it was stupid. I just wanted to feel close to you.ā
Azune still bruises like a mortal man, and aches just as much. Julien, clanless as he also is has a much higher tolerance. Which brings the conclusion of whatever happen to have been a terrible night. Something aches in him to thing of the night, possibly nights, Julien spent alone. He has not shared this apartment for a long time, but he knows the effects of sleeping without something sentimental carried with him. Julien does not belong to that category, but an instinct claws at having to spent this alone anyway.
Despite the words, there's a reaction that speaks louder of what really is Julien's wish. This contact, the comfort that's shared. He craves it with an intensity that might rivals blood, or even surpass it. They're alike on more grounds that he initially thought. Underneath their masks, they're still two lonely souls offering their no longer beating heart with bloody fingers, hoping someone would accept it.
He doesn't let Julien pull away, keeping him in a loose embrace. āI wanted it too,ā he whispers by the shell of Julien's ear. YOU WANTED IT WITH THJAZI, TOO. TRYING TO PROVE YOU WERE HIS LOYAL LITTLE FALCON AND KEPT TRYING EVEN AFTER HE CUT YOU OFF. This is different. OH, IS IT? ALL YOU'LL BE IS THEIR LITTLE OBEDIENT WEAPON.
The thought is swallowed and pulled to the side. āIt needs to be consistently for a bond to form.ā WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO CONVINCE? JULIEN OR YOURSELF? āBut... we, I- We can stop if it upsets you. I usually hunt animals.ā CAN YOU? YOU KNOW HOW GOOD THE TASTE OF VITAE IS.
Carefully, like there is a precious thing in his arms, the pad of his fingers brushes away any curls that have fallen in front of his face. It's unfair, really, how beautiful he remains to be even with the purple bruising spreading through his skin. āCome to bed with me.ā
His eyes stare right into Julien's. āYou should rest." He wonders, sometimes, if other kindred feel like he's taunting them every time they look at the sun, that they can no longer see, reflected in his gaze.
