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          Kasumi graciously took the glass from Viktor.  “Cheers!” he said, raising his glass toward Viktor before taking a sip.  The vampire was correct; it was indeed very sweet, much to the angel’s delight.  He could taste the strawberry as well, which helped to disguise the bitter taste of alcohol. 

        “It is very good!” he said, taking another sip.   “You seem to be, ah.. very experienced in these sorts of social events?” the angel stated. He’d observed the confidence that Viktor had, and how he danced and knew what do order. He didn’t seem nearly as shy as Kasumi or Garridan.   

       “Do you attend balls like this often?” he asked, wondering what sort of life Viktor led to have so much experience in social events such as this. 

Viktor nodded, savoring the tangy taste of O negative. “I should hope so.” He replied with a chuckle. He noted the way Kasumi seemed to curl into himself a little- much like Garridan would, though the angel seemed more collected than Garridan ever could be. He definitely didn’t seem too fond of crowded places. 

“I do. I’ve been to many balls, galas, masquerades- whatever you would like to call them.” He sighed, briefly looking down at his glass. “This is the best one I have seen in quite a while, though. Most likely because I have better company.” 

“Do angels have events like this?” 

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        Timid indeed. “Ai dreptate. I have always had a soft heart…” You are right. There was a semblance of familiarity that washed over the blond as he took in the other man’s scent, one that had been so ingrained into his sense since they first met. It was so long ago now but nonetheless remained a cherished memory.              Blue locked with brown, his gaze softening slightly more-so than if Garridan had looked at anyone other than Viktor. The effects his maker had on his very soul were so obvious, even a fool could see how utterly devoted the blond felt towards the man before him. “Atat de dragut, your eyes.” So nice.             Taking Viktor’s hand, there seemed to be a spark that ignited within his fingers at such delicate touch. It was of no surprise that Garridan let Viktor take the initiative as he so often did seeing that boldness was not within his nature. Though nervous to be dancing with his partner after so many years apart, the mortician attempted to force these feelings aside and focus on the present.         Resting a hand on the socialite’s shoulder, the progeny went along with his maker’s movements. A familiar shyness over fell him, and despite the mask that offered a sense of anonymity he knew that Viktor could see through this, into the depths of his very soul. Averting his gaze, Garridan couldn’t help the smile that traced his lips. “I’ve missed dancing with you, ursulet.”               Perhaps the drink he’d had helped to soothe his nerves, for the vampire leaned forward and momentarily pressed his lips to his maker’s. “I’ve missed you terribly, I feel like I can never express that enough…now that you are here, I don’t think I could bear for us to part again.”            The words seamlessly left his lips, and despite the embarrassment that came with telling the other man such heartfelt words was phenomenal. No matter how much time they spent together, Garridan couldn’t help but feel so shy and happy; his loyalty went far beyond words. Despite the order in place for vampires, the young progeny knew that it was his maker before the Council–at least in his eyes. 

Viktor took the lead, guiding the blond through the movements fluidly- attending hundreds of galas in his 156 years of life. He was familiar with many dancing styles, as his international business often came with the learning of different cultures. As a child, Viktor’s mother had enrolled him in ballet lessons without his father’s knowledge. He enjoyed the years he spent learning to arabesque with grace and pirouette without falling. Perhaps one day he would pick it up again. He had an eternity to learn, after all. 

“I missed dancing with you too.” He said, pulling Garridan into a spin and taking care to ensure he wouldn’t fall. The blond seemed to have a way of getting into trouble and had stumbled during a few dances in the past. There had been a number of events in which Garridan had gotten anxious and began to cry, though Viktor was always there to comfort him. Usually the night ended with the blond ending up having a good time, so Viktor knew Garridan wasn’t just doing it for his sake. 

At the kiss, Viktor couldn’t help but smile, returning with a few quick pecks to his lover’s lips. “I won’t leave again, my love.” He said, rubbing where his hand sat on Garridan’s lower back. “Not even hunters could separate us for too long.” 

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            Kasumi had to think for a moment. Admittedly, he didn’t know all that much about what other species thought of angels, except for what humans had written in their books.  Since angels lived in their own realm, they didn’t interact with the outside world as much as other species, such as vampires, werewolves, and humans did.  

            “I don’t think we are necessarily known for our craftsmanship…” he stated, “but thousands of years of practice at a skill can get you very far.”   He hoped this answer would satisfy the vampire, for he didn’t know much more than that.  The angel who had made Kasumi’s jewelry had lived for eons, and had practiced techniques from all over the world as humans grew and learned. 

           Kasumi chuckled along with Viktor. He could certainly imagine all the worries running through Garridan’s head on whether or not to ask Viktor about the ball. His friend was always thoughtful of other people’s feelings– a quality that the angel admired.  

          “Ah, yes that would be lovely!”  he said. “I do enjoy strawberries– they’re very sweet.”   Though he wasn’t exactly sure what a daiquiri was, he could assume that it was a type of alcoholic beverage.  He followed Viktor to where the refreshments were, looking in a mix of wonder and confusion at the wide variety of drinks.  He was suddenly very glad that Viktor was choosing for him. 

Viktor chuckled, thinking to himself. It made sense that angels would be skilled in such areas. He wondered what other types of traditional garments the angel had. 

“You will definitely enjoy this drink, then. Follow me.” Leading Kasumi to the bar area, he ordered a glass of blood for himself and asked for a strawberry daiguiri for the blond. “Smells very good. My American associates seem to like it.” He handed the drink to his friend with a charming smile. 

“Cheers.”

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 Caught off guard by the perfectly spoken French the she wolf turned, swinging her red hair off of her shoulder as she eyed the man by her side through her decorated white wolf mask. While refraining from using her sense of smell to break the illusion of mystery within the party she eyed the mans attire before smiling somewhat in response,

 “il est rare que d'autres comprennent souvent le français, et encore moins puissent entretenir une conversation dans la langue.“

 Upon hearing the specific title used only by the designer vampire she had taken on as her jeweler the she wolf’s smile became more welcoming as she tipped her chin in response to his praise of her efforts with the party.

 “Thank you dear, I always tend to try and out do myself when I can.”

 Her smiled turned to a smirk as she arched a brow over the brim of the mask,

 “I do love your attire for the night, who designed it?”

Viktor took a moment to appreciate the redhead’s appearance- the wolf mask suited the were-queen perfectly. Tamryn’s taste in design was as exquisite as ever, something the vampire took notice of. He wondered who she had commissioned to get such garments designed and if she had taken initiative in the process. 

“Je connais pas mal de langues européennes. Cela est utile pour la diplomatie étrangère.“ 

Viktor grinned at the were-queen’s reply, gold eyes meeting blue through the masks each adorned. 

“Armani. I am a fan of Italian designers.” He admitted, thinking back to his full wardrobe back in Russia. “Though, I’ve made a point to try collecting a designer piece from each country. As you can imagine, I have quite a few pieces.” Money had never been an issue in Viktor’s life, so the vampire had no problem spending it. It was refreshing to meet another supernatural with such refined taste and Viktor hoped the two would get the opportunity to discuss designers and perhaps even go shopping together. Tamryn would certainly maker a better shopping partner than Garridan, who balked at every price tag and hid from every employee. 

“What about you? Your dress is stunning, I must say.” 

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      Despite being by all definitions–clinically dead–every compliment that left his maker’s lips sent butterflies into Garridan’s stomach. He truly was a hopeless romantic, wasn’t he? While the mortician was by no means drunk, it wouldn’t have been shocking for him to become as such later in the evening.        “…yes, skittish.” He replied, deciding to take another sip of his drink as he averted his gaze. “I’d say that coming from a…relatively small part of town does that to a person.”         His grip on his glass tightened, a familiar cold flush reaching his cheeks as Viktor kissed his hand; pulling him close. Even though Garridan was taller by a few inches, he couldn’t help but feel small around just about everyone–yet there was an added sense of security being within his maker’s embrace. “Of course, ursulet. You have my full attention.” The blond flashed a small smile, bringing himself to look into Viktor’s eyes.           “Oh–” A soft gasp escaped the vampire’s lips at the sudden proposal. By then he’d managed to empty his drink, and despite the small wave of anxiety that came with the prospect of dancing; he managed to set aside his glass and placed his hand within the other man’s. “You’re…you’re right.” Garridan admitted. “…I’d love to dance with you.” 

Viktor laughed warmly- his lover was so introverted. “Yes, though I know plenty of small town business men who are much less nervous. You are skittish because it is your nature.” He said fondly, thinking back to how timid Garridan had looked when he had first met him. 

The blond’s height allowed Viktor a perfect view of his lover’s cerulean eyes. He loved how easily Garridan was to fluster. If Viktor had been alive, the other’s gaze would have made his heart throb. 

He grinned at his lover’s response, though he could feel his hesitation through their bond. Though Viktor would never push Garridan past his comfort zone, he knew that dancing was something his lover tended to enjoy. While Garridan was definitely not a socialite like Viktor, Viktor knew the blond found dances romantic. While dating him, he had read a number of the books Garridan kept on his shelf- most of which were romance novels. He had a pretty good idea of what his lover liked, based on both the books and experience dating the blond himself. 

“Well, shall we?” He asked, offering a hand to the other vampire. 

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           “Garridan is a delight to have around. Truly a great friend,” the angel responded with a smile.  Of course he would keep such a good friend company. He was even happier to hear that Garridan talked about him as well. 

            “Oh! W-why, thank you, it is handmade by a… fellow angel. The jewelry as well, made to accompany the garments.”  His face, despite the mask, clearly showed how proud he was of his fellow angels.  “Hmm.. yes, perhaps it is a good thing to stand out… j-just for a little bit, though. I do not think I could handle such a thing on a normal basis,” he said, a small chuckle escaping his lips. 

              Kasumi tilted his head at Viktor’s response. “He came alone? How odd, q-quite often either Kiki or I have to accompany him to social events, or he will not go.”  It was quite odd indeed, but the angel was sure Garridan had his reasons.  “Do not fret,” he replied, sensing a hint of sadness from the vampire before him, “I am sure he did not wish to bother you.”  He gave a reassuring smile, feeling that this was indeed the case. 

            “Angels do, in fact, drink alcohol,” Kasumi responded.  “Though I have noticed that it is much… sweeter than what humans typically consume. Perhaps if there were a uh.. sweeter drink, I would partake in it. Unfortunately, it’s a bit hard to tell. They all smell the same to me.” The angel wrinkled his nose, remembering the bitter smell of alcohol. 

              “No matter. I’m sure I can find something to my tastes, er… s-somehow…” he said, motioning to the bar. “Shall we, then?” 

Viktor nodded, happy that Kasumi seemed to hold Garridan in such a high regard. It seemed the other vampire had faired okay without him after all, and Viktor found himself grateful for the angel’s kindness to his lover. “I am glad he has friends like you and Kiki. Seems like he’s doing pretty well for himself in this city.” 

He took a moment to appreciate the detail of Kasumi’s outfit- as a jeweler, he took interest in the accessories the angel adorned. “Very beautiful. Are angels typically known for their craftsmanship?” Viktor was generally pretty unfamiliar with angels as a species and was curious to know more about both angels and his new friend. 

Viktor shrugged. “I think he did want to ask me but felt I was too busy to attend.” He chuckled, shaking his head- Garridan could be so fretful sometimes. The blond knew that Viktor enjoyed parties and had most likely debated whether or not to ask him for days. “Poor thing worried about it for a long time- I could feel his anxiety through our bond.” He explained, smiling a bit. Garridan could be so silly.

Thinking about past business getaways Viktor had partaken in, he tried to remember what humans would order. He remembered that pina coladas smelled particularly sweet as well as daiquiris, so he imagined that the angel might take a liking to one of those. “I think I have an idea of what you’d find appealing. Would you like me to fetch you something?” 

Viktor nodded. “We can go together. I know daiquiris smell particularly sweet- how do you feel about the taste of strawberries?” 

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       Had his heart been beating, Garridan’s pulse would have sky-rocketed at his maker’s touch. Such a delicate gesture spoke volumes to the blond, seeing as he was a hopeless romantic at best. He’d read far too many sappy novels–even his own diary was ridden with romantic ramblings.

           Eagerly accepting the kiss, emotion swelled within the mortician’s chest. “Atât de afectuoasă în această seară, dragostea mea!” So affectionate tonight, my love. At his lover’s remark the vampire couldn’t help but feel both flattered and understood. It seemed no matter how much time they had spent apart, Viktor proved himself to understand his habits and interests quite intricately. In retrospect Garridan hadn’t changed much. It seemed that the other man hadn’t as well, though there was a moment of self-inflicted doubt that lurked within the vampire’s mind. Didn’t time change things, change people? Pushing that thought into the back of his mind, he hurriedly took another sip of his drink.

        “I’m well aware of that…I can faintly recall the few parties I attended with you–although I chose to linger in the back. Much like I am now.” The last part he mumbled, somewhat ashamed of his penchant for social anxiety. However Viktor had never seemed to judge him for this quality, and for that the blond was grateful.

       “Oh-?” A soft gasp of surprise escaped from his lips, to which Garridan averted his gaze to his glass. “It seems you’ve been finding me quite often…” He remarked. In many ways, this statement remained true. Even stretching back to the past when they’d met so long ago.

         Garridan moved closer to his partner; though he looked to the crowd of masked-dancers. He silently admired some of the outfits, seeing as Garridan felt quite lackluster seeing as he’d hand made his costume some time ago. He much preferred to be crafty rather than purchase needlessly. “I’m sorry, dragul meu. I’m fine–well…I’m fine now that you’re by my side. But please, don’t feel as though you have to follow me. I wish for you to enjoy yourself.”

              Feeling Viktor’s hand take his own, Garridan quietly got closer to his lover. His scent, his presence–both were comforting to the mortician. He couldn’t help but look to the crowd once more. The thought of asking Viktor for a dance crossed his mind as he looked to his lover. Quickly averting his gaze to his glass, the vampire dissuaded the thought seeing as he was unfamiliar with ballroom dancing. He’d come from the country, and while folk dancing was most definitely a thing, Garridan’s weak heart rendered him unable to partake lest he suffer from being winded and disorientation.

            “Parties were like this back in the day, weren’t they?” Deciding to engage in conversation, light blue hues remained fixated on his half-empty glass. Seeing as Garridan had been both destitute and born far after Viktor, he couldn’t help but wish to hear from his maker personally.

            Viktor chuckled at his lover’s response- he would never get tired of Garridan’s reactions to his antics. “My apologies. I cannot help it with such a beautiful man in front of me.” He said tenderly, watching as the blond took a drink from his glass. Garridan would no doubt get drunk before Viktor, since the older vampire was pacing his drinking and Garridan seemed to drink out of nervousness. 

He nodded. Garridan had never been one to enjoy these types of social gatherings like Viktor had. Luckily, Viktor would always be there for his nervous lover in his times of need, and he was no stranger to Garridan’s anxious nature. “It seems that way indeed. My little Krasotska has always been quite skittish.” He teased, smiling at the blond. 

“Nonsense.” He kissed Garridan’s hand romantically, pulling him to his chest. “My place is by your side. Maybe later I will roam, but right now, let me have you.” 

Viktor nodded. “Want to finish your drink? It would not be a party if I did not ask my lover to a dance.” He said pointedly, offering the other vampire a hand. 

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           Kasumi blinked at the sight of fangs, though was otherwise unfazed. “Oh!  Is that you, Viktor?”  he asked, vaguely recognizing the man he’d met once before. So now he knew for sure who this man was– he was indeed the lover that Garridan had told him so much about.  “It is nice to meet you again, sir.  Garridan has told me much about you,” he said, a smile making his way to his face as he took the other male’s hand and assumed a dancing position. 

       “I came here upon hearing that a masquerade would be much like a ball.  I am quite familiar with balls, though… apparently not human ones,” he admitted with a chuckle.  “I’m afraid I may stand out a bit too much with this outfit, so I’ve tried to keep myself preoccupied with the dancing that I enjoy.” 

       He led the dance, stepping in time with the music as he noted with relief that Viktor seemed to be accustomed to such events.  “May I ask what brought you here?” he asked, head tilted slightly. He could already guess what– or who– brought him to the ball, though he thought he’d ask anyways, to be polite – and to keep the conversation. 

Viktor smiled at the mention of his lover- though he knew the angel would bring it up. Since Kiki, Kasumi and Garridan were friends, Viktor expected to see both the angel and Kiki somewhat frequently. “He’s told me much about you as well. I’m glad you have been keeping my little Krasotska company.” He mused, following Kasumi’s lead and assuming a dancing ‘stance.’ 

The vampire nodded, understanding the predicament. Culture shock is something Viktor himself had experienced many a time, most likely beginning with his discovery of the condiment ‘ketchup’ before he had turned into a vampire. To this day, he still could not fathom how humans could disgrace meats with such a glorified tomato paste, though the action didn’t bother him as much now that he didn’t have to imagine the taste. “Your outfit is very elegant- befitting of one of a nature such as yourself.” He commented, giving a chuckle himself. “Though I could see why you think it stands out. Perhaps it is a good thing. Maybe you will get to meet new people because of it.” 

Viktor followed Kasumi’s lead, dancing in step with the music. He couldn’t seem to recall the last time he hadn’t been the one leading the dance- maybe while being taught? Either way, he did not mind the change of pace, as he danced with precision and grace to the motions the angel set. “My little lover seemed to come alone. Perhaps he did not want to bother me while I was settling into the new city. But he cannot hide things from me, really, and I came to make sure he would be alright.” He said honestly, a bit disheartened that Garridan wouldn’t invite him. Viktor knew the blond tend to overthink when it came to, well, everything, so he quickly shoved those thoughts to the back of his mind. 

“What do you say we get a drink? Can angels drink alcohol?”

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        The familiar pull of his maker withdrew Garridan from his thoughts. It was still so surreal, just knowing that the other man was here–in Tabula–with him. Looking up from his drink, despite wearing a mask the mortician knew exactly who it was. That silky voice entering his ears brought a smile to his lips. It was amazing that being in Viktor’s presence managed to quell his fears so effortlessly as a wave of calm overrode his nerves.          “Of course I missed you, iubito.” The mortician replied quietly, bringing an arm around himself. Being complimented as such, a familiar cold flush made way to his cheeks and the vampire covered his face with a cold palm. Even though his maker had adorned him with such compliments hundreds, if not thousands of times, the mortician still found himself flustered.                 “…you look handsome yourself.” He spoke softly, finally bringing himself to look towards the man he loved so profoundly. Hesitantly, he extended a hand and traced it along his maker’s shoulder. Noting their same choice of colour, a soft giggle escaped him. “Seems we had a similar idea for tonight, hm?”       Retracting his hand, both palms made way to his glass which was half-empty. Glancing down at his drink, now that his partner had found him he began to doubt his choice to excessively drink in the first place. Fortunately he experienced only a light buzz and nothing more.             “You’ve been to ah…events such as these. This is more of your element…” Garridan admitted, reluctantly taking a sip of his drink. “I suppose the anonymity of everything makes it a blessing and a curse.” Holding his tongue the vampire seemed to be worried he was rambling. Giving a slight shake of his head, he looked to the mass of bodies that seemed enraptured within the tempo of the music.         “I’m sorry, I know I must be speaking nonsense. How long have you been here, ursulet? Are you enjoying the party?”

Viktor took a moment to tuck a strand of blond behind his progeny’s ear, enjoying the sight of his lover blushing- though he wished he could see more of his face. However, the mask Garridan adorned was striking and complimented his features quite well. 

“I missed you as well, my love.” He plants a quick kiss to Garridan’s lips. He smiled at Garridan’s compliment- dear goodness, this man, well vampire, would be the death of him. Viktor always felt so soft when his lover was around. “Thank you, Krasotska. I had a feeling you would be wearing black and red.” He said honestly, knowing the blond’s choice in fashion pretty well. It hadn’t changed since before Viktor got captured, and he was glad he still knew his lover as well as he did back then. 

Viktor hummed in reply. “I have been to more parties than I can count.” How many had he attended in actuality- the number was definitely in the hundreds. From social events, galas, and balls, Viktor had seen it all. He knew Garridan was less comfortable with people, so he was actually surprised when he heard his progeny would be attending the event. He was glad that he could be here if the blond needed anything, enjoy the night with his lover and get to know his lover’s friends. 

“I only just arrived. I wanted to find you first.” Viktor admitted, flashing a smile. “I could feel your nerves. Wanted to make sure you were okay, Zolotse.” He said, warmly, reaching to squeeze Garridan’s hand comfortingly. 

As the hairdresser worked on the mans hair, she looked up in thought as she tried putting a face to the name Garridan, but nothing came to mind. Jaylah was always horrible at names if they didn’t mean anything significantly to her, she was always meeting new people and she kept her circle of importance small.

“Maybe it’s fate you neglected your hair, because these claws are going to work magic for your wonder boy. Besides, it’s always nice to pamper yourself. I find getting a new look that you love boosts confidence and makes a statement on where you are in life and how you see yourself.”

Leading the client to the water station, she began rinsing his hair. Using a volume shampoo for height and a deep conditioner for the ends to soften up the hair follicles followed by cold water towards the end of the wash to close up the cuticles and hold in the moisture.

“Element of surprise. I love it.” She added at the comment of the lovers not seeing each other.

As soon as his company name was mentioned, Jaylah looked at the mans jewelry, now knowing where to price her service since the man came from money. Not that the Reznikovs needed money, but the young independent wolf took pride in making her own income and not settle for what was inherited, which most of it went to Tamryn, Jaylah always looked after herself in small ways just in case.

“Pleasure to meet you Viktor.” A small giggle followed due to the comment about the hand shake. “No worries. We’re done here. Please follow me to the chair?”

Jaylah lightly massaged his head in the towel to stimulate the roots to promote growth, which also meant more haircuts in the future. She then guided the gentleman back to the chair and began brushing his hair with a small tooth comb and used a light dangler for his curly hair. The redhead focused on the hair and allowed Viktor to relax and she would only speak if she was spoken to. It was important that she wasn’t just providing a hair service, but a luxury service at that. So often people didn’t take the time to take care of their own needs and that was something Jaylah could relate with as she constantly worried on Tamryns behalf.

Turning the chair away from the mirror, she then started cutting away, allowing the pieces of dark locks to fall to the floor. With a few snips, the man already looked like a whole new person. Paying close attention to the way the hair fell and potential cow licks, she made sure to shape the hair accordingly unlike most hair dressers would just do what was routine without consideration. It was true that Jaylah had a true passion and skill for hair, and it was something she did for herself.

Once the hair was cut, she took a dime size amount of styling product and worked it into the hair. She used a blow drier and manipulated the hair to give it just what she needed it to do to get the desired style. After she was done blow drying the hair, she used a bit of pomade to give it shape and shine without it being too greasy. Flicking at the strands and twisting it, you could see every curl and the cut only showed off the different layers which complimented his look even more.

“It looks really good. You ready to see it?”

This was her favorite part, turning the client around to look in the mirror and see the new person staring back. With a big grin she looked for his reaction.

“Usually I charge $80, but I’ll only charge you $48… 40% off. How does that sound?

She asked while he was looking at the result of the service.

Viktor nodded, smiling pleasantly. He supposed he was in need of a pampering after all the stress of coming to a new place and biding his time. While he could and would tolerate almost any high-stress scenario with grace, that didn’t mean he wasn’t affected by it- simply that he internalized his anxieties with a practiced ease. 

“I agree. Nothing like a nice salon treatment to rejuvenate myself.” He said smoothly.

As Jaylah led him to the water station, Viktor complied. When she began to rinse his hair, he let himself relax- he truly did need it. He let Jaylah work her magic into his head and enjoyed the cool water towards the end of the washing. 

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to see me.” He chuckled at her comment.

Though, he did have worries about how well the blond would take his reappearance- though he did rest assured that Garridan hadn’t gotten a new partner in his absence. Not that he would explain any of this to Jaylah- she seemed like the type to listen and observe rather than open up about herself, and Viktor had no intention of offering more than was asked of him- though he was more than prepared to ask her questions. 

“Of course.” He said, following her request and sitting on the chair. He had caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror before Jaylah began to work again and was reminded how unruly his hair looked. Viktor was very grateful for Jaylah’s services. 

“I was born ready.” He joked good-naturedly, looking at Jaylah’s work. She had done an excellent job- his hair sometimes looked too greasy when he or other hair-stylists attempted to tame it, but the she-wolf had styled it perfectly. 

“That sounds amazing, though I ask you do allow me to tip. I don’t think my hair has ever looked so good.” He said, looking back at the mirror to emphasize. He certainly wasn’t short on funds, and liked to pay people what they deserved, especially for such a job well done. 

“How long have you been working in Tabula Rasa for?” He inquired casually, curious about just about every single person he interacted with’s perception of the city. He wanted to know more about her, and people, in general, along with their favorite places, where to avoid, and the general ways of living here. Though he could and had looked online to find out more information about Tabula Rasa, it was always best to consult locals themselves. 

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     “You needn’t make up for anything, iubito. Your presence alone is more than enough for me.” Garridan felt shy as his maker leaned closer, momentarily averting his gaze at the other man’s comment. It didn’t matter how much of his un-dead life the blond had spent with Viktor; he always managed to feel so tongue-tied and devoted. With a restrained eagerness he accepted the kiss, heart swelling with adoration.                   It still felt surreal to have his lover’s touch, seeing as he had missed it every night since their separation. He almost thought this to be a dream, but this was an unlikely scenario as Garridan hadn’t dreamt since his transformation many, many years before.           Comforted that they would move from the cemetery–as much of a sanctuary as it was for the mortician–he was much too frazzled by recent events. Besides, his mind wandered off to the kitten that lurked within his residence. Midnight was more than likely waiting, seeing as she’d always managed to sit by the door and await the vampire’s return from body retrievals and funeral services.               Grateful for Viktor’s help, a smile traced his lips as he placed his hand within the other male’s. With that, the duo began to leave the cemetery, and Garridan’s hues scoured the area for any sign of another’s presence. While the progeny had always been more cautious, ever since that encounter in the woods he had felt much more on edge. Even if his wounds had healed, his mind hadn’t quite yet.          “It’s been so long since we’ve been like this.” Garridan spoke quietly, walking at a relatively steady pace. He found himself moving closer to Viktor, quietly hugging onto his maker’s arm. “To think that I thought this impossible–I feel…foolish, almost.” The blond admitted, gaze resting towards the ground. “…I always found myself thinking of you, Viktor. Perhaps it was the only thing to give me any sense of clarity.”            Giving a slight shake of his head, Garridan looked ahead; deciding to change the subject. “I never thought it to be possible, but…I’ve found myself with a little house guest now. Her name is Midnight–Kiki found her. She’s quite affectionate, seeing as she’s still so young…” He paused. “Forgive me. I’m rambling again. It seems I’ve been doing it far too often lately.”               He glanced over to his maker, eyes soft. “How has Europe been, ursulet? I haven’t been back in a considerable amount of time…I’m sure much has changed.”

Walking with his lover, Viktor couldn’t help but let out a sigh of contentment. He had pictured this day- imagined this very moment in his head over and over for decades and now he could finally hold Garridan’s hand and walk with him- a domestic gesture that Viktor had missed so dearly. 

“Too long.” Viktor commented with a glance at the taller vampire. “You have forgotten- Russians do not die, we always wake up.” He half-joked, pulling the blond closer to his side. “I am glad that even in your memories of me I can help you.” He kissed Garridan’s knuckles- he couldn’t help himself from being romantic, not when he had yearned to do just that for so long. 

“Midnight.” Viktor said, pondering what type of being said house-guest was. He assumed it was a pet- perhaps a dog or cat, though Garridan had a heart the size of the moon and would probably welcome a more sentient being to come live with him given whoever it was proved themselves decent. It was one of the many qualities Viktor adored about the blond, though his naivety and kindness could sometimes land him in sticky situations. Luckily, Viktor was now here to help mitigate any fallout from actions made with good intentions that didn’t turn out for the best. 

“I look forward to meeting her then.” Viktor said with a smile, hoping that Midnight was the name of a cat. He had never been a dog person necessarily, though he did own some back in Russia.

He shrugged. “Europe is Europe. Not much has changed there. Same monuments, same busy trains, same shitty food.” He made a face thinking about the smell of fish and chips that seemed to fill the streets of London. “I’ve been in Russia mostly. Still cold. Still hates the gays.” He made a so-so sign with his hand. “Same old same old. But how about you?” He asked, looking to his lover earnestly. “I’d love for you to tell me more about Tabula Rasa and your life here, my love.”