Her Hunger Is 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑

Of course he hears her say something, but what it was exactly slips past his concern and he doesn't question her. Maybe another time when he's not dragging ass to go lay down for a nap. Eventually he makes it to bed and lays himself down, setting aside any distractions and drifting off slow and sure. It was almost remarkable how fast he managed to sleep, looking comfy and cozy in bed.

she knows the gambles if one doesn't obtain a proper amount of sleep. even though they all face troubling times now, they cannot afford the risk if their leader isn't resting adequately. so while rob slumbers ( hopefully peacefully ), amelia has done her part to ensure their people stay safe; been fed; conducting research for possible scavenges in the future. hells, even her sons take turns doting on rob's precious little, providing her entertainment to keep her busy.

amelia is in the process of making herself some tea ( something from the previous scavenge a few days ago ) when she senses rob's presence before recognizing his signature scent and turns towards him with polite smile only to blink a bit owlishly at his bed head. then she notices she's staring a bit too long and reverts her attention back down to her tea, biting her bottom lip just so she prevents a laugh from escaping. " oh, good morning, rob. i hope you slept well. " her voice light, yet tight because she's at the brink of delicate laughter.

he surely does appear as a wolf or a bear leaving their hibernation. it's endearing.

she briefly cast him a veiled glance before snapping her head away from him, as if the mere sight of him is curdling the blood within her vey veins. perhaps..., it is because this has taken a drastic turn. because fate does what it will always do: meddle with her affairs and causes her grief, making things fuckin' difficult for her.

but when rand actually left her presence, amelia feels herself breathe out harshly as she gathers her bearings by firmly planting her hands on her desk. her head hangs low, her hair curtains around her in sloping curls of dark maroon. then she goes to squeeze her eyes shut and breathes in. one, two, three. out. and repeat. all while her lips tremble over her gnashing teeth.

curse these trivial emotions.

@acoterie

hard soles of his scratched boots scrape against the floor as he takes a step back, solely to honor amelia's holy grail, her sacred space. flashes a tight lipped smile, dimples there &. gone in an instant. ❝ don't mention it. i was actually about to point out that ridiculous curb back there, but i guess i was too late... you've still got-- ❞ index finger skims his own neck before he inches forward with deliberate slowness, as if offering her time to retreat &. tilts the gleaming ruby at her throat back into place.

well, it's nice to bear witness at first hand that chivalry hasn't fucking dwindled into a myth, forgotten by modern times. it almost causes a delicate blush to make its appearance upon the apples of her cheeks and across her nose bridge. yet, she wills it back just as she offers a genuine, albeit minute, smile in gratitude when he adjusts her necklace for her.

" how kind of you. many thanks, sweet thing. " she purrs in a blithe manner. even goes as far as to gently brush the back of her hand on his pec and slides it up to his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. she allows it to linger for all but a moment before easing it off of him with another small smile. " now, darling, would you care to head in the restaurant? or would you rather head somewhere else? "

@exxcrucior

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[txt]: such stubbornness is difficult to argue with. you are a fierce thing, amelia. [txt]: very well, then. if you think it necessary, i can meet you later in the evening. [txt]: we shall discuss in person.

[txt]: oh, i see. [txt]: your group seems to truly care for you in their own unique ways. for that, i am thrilled that you have them. [txt]: cherish them deeply. [txt]: ...it's not resentment towards him. rather, i do not take kindly to those ill remarks he makes towards you. stars, even towards cloud. it's grating to my ears. [txt]: however, if it troubles you, then i shall cease my grips about him. [txt]: i aim to please and help you understand this new era, vincent. it's not a problem for me. [txt]: awh, how lovely to find some similarities because they do help gather your footing. as long as you do, you'll do well. i'm sure of it.

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[txt]: hm, and don't you forget it, darling.

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[txt]: i may or may not have begun inputting some of your available information into the document. so yes, we shall. [txt]: and before you say anything, i'll buy us some dinner. you still enjoy red wine, don't you ?

Maerose fondly remembered her youngest daughter's wedding day. How joyous she had been. Mae had been happy for her even if she had tried to reason with her that perhaps a mortal man was not the best choice for her - but who was she to judge her when Josephine's father had been a mortal as well? "Josephine is very happy, and I believe I cannot blame her for her choice, she is part mortal herself. But of course I worry about her." She kept telling herself that her child would be fine, safe and sound. If something were to happen to her... well, this was not the right time to think about such things.

amelia released a soft hum in agreement because if her children were to court or wed mortals, how could she judge when they were once mortals as well when she had taken them under her wing all those centuries ago? thinking of them and how they were robbed of a future as simple as courting someone made her throat clench in mourning. she missed them gravely. but she cannot allow herself to drown within the sea of grief while attending to a blessed wedding of her beloved's own daughter and her newly wedded husband. and so, amelia swallowed the proverbial thorny ball of anguish down and offered a small smile in return when she peered back to mae, hoping it didn't appear as a mere grimace. " what parent wouldn't worry? it's natural to always worry no matter the age our children are. "

though when mae further encroach on the topic of marriage, amelia forced herself to keep her eyes on her, ignoring the pesky urge to blush shyly. " i too prefer the older ways irregardless of not being a witch myself. i'm quite fond of nature itself and i tend fall back to the roots i was taught many centuries ago. " she shared because she truly did miss the time where there was more nature than towering buildings and poor infrastructure. however, her thoughts diminished when mae asked her if having a union was what she wished. the hands on her lap gave way to the urge to self-soothe and her thumbs immediately caressing one over the other in a methodical manner. " perhaps. if you believe we are compatible. "

@alyafae

"Waffles!" Lily exclaimed contently, causing her father to sigh and gently pat her back to remind her not to be so rambunctious this early.

she must admit, she's miles away from her comfort zone in regards to this situation. it isn't because rob is a single father with a child. it's simply because this scenario where a parent and child share their day and having the best of their lives, it makes her heart ache with in both parts envy and quiet anguish. she misses her boys so very much, even to this modern day.

but how can she say no to rob's precious little bundle of joy within his arms, peering at her anticipatingly for her answer. and with that, amelia truly relent under the power of this cute kid.

she couldn't fend off the tiny smile on her lips at lily's delighted cheer. " waffles huh? well i do know how to make mean belgian waffle if that sounds good to you both. " she offers with a gentle chuckle. her eyes twinkle as delicate joy swells within her chest. amelia follows them quietly to their kitchen and then reciprocate his smile with another small smile of her own. " yes, i can assure you i won't become ill. i'm able to enjoy all sorts of cuisines, rob. so, i'll be alright. uhm, just waffles? or would you also like a bit of an assortment like eggs and hashbrowns ? i guess the better question would be: what else would you like besides waffles? "

she wouldn't call this love. she would call it anything but that word for she feared it would truly encapsulate the many tender moments they had shared as something as delicate as love. perhaps, affection was an appropriate term. yes, she felt some semblance of fondness for rand despite what their fate ahead of them. she felt her lips gave way to a delicate smile when he breathed her name and bestowed another kiss to her hand. this moment was nice... and warm.

@acoterie

Rhaegal's gaze traced over her face. ''If I misstep, it won't be your feet I’m worried about,'' said Rhaegal, voice low and teasing. ''It'll be my pride.'' He laughed a little. Rhaegal shifted slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing as he matched her stance. ''But if this practice makes me a better dancer by the end of this evening, then I'll risk the embarrassment.'' Rhaegal then followed her. At the beginning, his steps were out of beat, awkward and indeed embarrassing but not long after, his movements became more controlled and there was a slight hint of elegance.

amelia released a delicate titter of laughter and ever so slightly tighten her hold on him. " well, if you do step on my feet, i won't say a word in order to protect your pride, rhaegal. "

soon, she guided him around the room, gently coaxing him to take the lead every now and then before she took over to correct him. at first, it was awkward and surely out of beat, but she hardly batted an eye. she simply offered a kind, understanding smile before it quickly morph into something jovial when his movements became more confident and refined. " yes, you're doing well, darling. "

"Oh yeah, probably. It's way too clean these days, it almost looks like it's not lived in anymore." He jokes, but there's some truth to his horrible cleaning bug since he'd been fired. He had to do something and playing guitar and baking only helped him so much throughout the day. He needed to work in order to feel like he had some sort of proper routine again. "Sure thing, I'll be there with all I need. Promise."

And of course he upheld that promise to Amelia, arriving a little earlier and providing her with all his documents he may need. Truthfully, this place was a little intimidating... He could only imagine what it was like during the night time all lit up and thumping with sound. And he worked here now? It was going to be an entirely different speed than what he's used to.

she decides to have him meet her on wednesday so she can guide him around the large cathedral that was her beloved nightclub. amelia informs him what he needed to know in terms of the several bars the nightclub has to offer. the first floor has two large bars on opposite sides of each other and the same goes for upstairs. however, there are three in the vip section where one of them is situated in a private room for celebrities and bands she as hired. she even share to ricky about the private rooms upstairs for patrons can rent out a couple of hours or so for... any activities they wish to explore.

ultimately she lures him to her office so they can discuss one-on-one about his employment. lia offers him a genuine, albeit small, smile at his compliment, feeling proud of her establishment because it's her pride and joy. " awh darling, you're so sweet. thank you kindly. now, as you saw, this cathedral is quite vast. so, i have to ensure we have plenty of staff on hand to reflect that. and if you ever need help on your section, there will be plenty of bartenders to offer a hand. " then there goes their conversation, a pleasant hum as she discusses further of his benefits and pto amount. it starts as simple as how standard business of her line of work offer to their employees. but she clearly provides well above average, hardly a large turnover rate. it's normal for some of her employees to leave for any reason such as moving out of state or district. her business is ranked as the highest sought after job because of the benefits she provides. and many of her staff will share that even though she's strict and intense, she's understanding, especially to those who struggle disabilities or single-parents or anyone in between who may require extra help.

amelia is a formidable woman who will ensure her business remain pristine and coveted in any means necessary. even dispose those who dare to meddle within her private affairs...

She was intensely aware of his steady gaze resting upon her, or so it seemed, his expression remaining neutral even when he was caught staring, casually balanced on the balls of his feet. Much like him, Amelia possessed depths that lay beyond what was readily apparent, a mystery he found tantalising yet could not fully unravel. ( Despite this, he observed her with keen interest as they engaged in conversation, offering a laid-back shrug in response to her proposition. ) What possible harm could come of it, really? Amelia had never shown any malicious intent toward him, and a more private setting might be to their mutual benefit, providing an opportunity to reconnect without the intrusive presence of eavesdroppers.

‘Sure thing, may as well.’

His lips twitched slightly at the mention of what the rooms were reputedly used for. Orgies, huh? Now she was speaking a language he understood well; it had been quite some time since he’d allowed himself the freedom to let loose with another guy. ( Perhaps a little flirting and the physical release of intimacy would serve as a welcome distraction, helping him to stave off sleep and offering something more enticing to focus on. ) Adrenaline coursed through his veins at the mere thought of it, a familiar thrill that set his skin tingling with anticipation.

Yes, this could definitely be just the thing he needed. 

her genuine smile yet minute as she inclined her head politely while gesturing for him to follow her to the second floor of her establishment where the private rooms were situated, maneuvering through the sea of patrons enjoying what her nightclub had to offer whether it be for orgies; confidentiality, or a simple thing such as sleeping in. though some rooms are specifically catered towards those who wish to explore their time salaciously with another. when she created her nightclub, she specifically catered to those who appreciate the alternative life style in terms of not only music, but also in realm of bsdm, etc, etc. she simply enjoyed the provocation of it all especially since the very building was such an older cathedral. it was merely an empty, ornate box containing sins and blasphemous tones.

and she explained the rooms as such to lucien, ensuring he was beside her as she continued to guide him. amelia then stopped at a rather large enclosed section where she kept all the rooms with its doors on either side down a long hallway. lifting her hand, she pressed a bracelet that was a master key for this section and signal him to go right on in before shutting the door behind them. after a few more minutes, she slowed down her steps until they were near the end of the wall which had stairs leading down to the vip section of the building. " this will be your room, darling. i had an inkling you may needed something that's more... carnal to help loosen up. "

amelia offered yet another smile and winked at him before fishing out an actual skeleton key she had custom made specifically for these rooms and unlocked the room for him. stepping inside, she sweep an arm out, showcasing what it had to offer. it was akin to a small apartment with most amentias such as a bathroom at the end, past the small kitchen with a dining table. on the opposite side with a partition dividing the section into two with a larger king size bed with sizeable dressers and one large closet for personal belongings. and in front of it was a decently sized jacuzzi. she always had these rooms stocked up on with new supplies that she encourage her patrons to take home after they were done. if weren't, she tossed them out for safety and sanitary reasons. such supplies would be toys, lube, cuffs, condoms, travel size toothpaste and mouthwash as well as non-fragrant shampoo, condition, body wash and lotion. however, the towels and bedding were those that must be kept unless otherwise and they were always washed properly and high heat. additionally, she always had an inspection on speed dial for every wednesday whenever they were closed for reset.

as for the entrance/exit of this room, patrons must always remove their shoes and leave them beside the door or the bench provided that was pressed up against a small wall. there was also a coat hanger for coats and the like. it merely kept everything tidy, if people see them that is. but that was beside the point.

in short, the crimson mist was her pride and joy.

" i hope this is to your liking, lucien. and if you wish to indulge, " she started, motioning a laminated pamphlet on the bed with all the names of the staff that performed for these types of services. anyone and anything for her patrons tastes.

Sender: @malumxsubest Prompt: [ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them 😏

yes, it was quite a blessing to finally being allowed ( the word almost made her sneer distastefully; a creature such as herself to be permitted by humans... the gall ) to roam free, saved for the damn collar cinched the column of her throat and the cuffs around her wrists. a silent threat that she forced herself to ignore if she wished to gather more freedoms in this blasted place of an organization. she abhorred at how they dug into her pallid skin of her beloved vessel. a solemn reminder that even an otherworldly being such as herself may never acquire the liberties she once had.

and she wouldn't wish to squander this blessing. what better way to rejoice than to indulge playful antics fueled by lust with very best who share the colour of sin due to his flesh. the delicious sting was welcoming when she bracketed her thighs around his broad frame and quietly laughed when she pulled away after nipping his bottom lip. his infernal blood didn't cause revulsion once it met her tongue. in actuality, it seemed to fuel her, like some wicked ambrosia that left her yearning for more.

lithe hands pressed on his abdomen as she scooched closer, devouring his lips once again in a feverish kiss.

lia stepped away from him, though not too far. just enough to toss the trash into the tiny bin beside her desk and ease the box of medical supplies on top of the said desk simultaneously. she'll return it to its respective place at a later time after they were done here. amelia turned around to face rand again, leaning against the wooden desk by propping her hands on the smooth surface behind her.

at his question, she released a delicate huff of laughter with a nod, " you could say that, i'd suppose. " despite her true nature, amelia adored her children more than the role of what she was; more than what fate had in store for them both. " they mean everything to me. "

@acoterie