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She snorts. Already, she likes the youngest Harlow the best. If she’d gotten stuck with him, they could at least have gotten along. But — as far as she knows — she got stuck with the most volatile of all of them. Even what little she’s heard about Roman makes him sound like he’s at least charming in his complete awfulness. Still, she can’t bring herself to say that she’d trade. Zayden is growing on her like a fungus, like one of those flesh eating types that slowly kills you and drives you insane — but he’s growing on her nonetheless. 

❝ I’m gonna pretend there wasn’t some super obvious subtext in that comment, ❞  Caroline quips, narrowing her eyes somewhat playfully at Emmett.  ❝ And calm the devil? Seriously? I don’t think anything would calm him down enough to play nice with new friends. Maybe a snapped neck, but, then he’d just be worse when he woke up. ❞

"Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Care.” Shrugged to her retort about his subtext comment, unlike his older two siblings, he wasn’t as much of a professional liar as they are. “True, my sibling has his trust issues, even if their my friends, he’d be skeptical.” That was putting it nicely. Emmett always had a positive twist on things. “I can’t really blame him... but...” It would be nice if his sibling was opened to getting help with his trauma, although you don’t really find supernatural based healing trauma therapists around any part of the world. “We’ll have to think of something despite that.” A bright smile sent her way. 

❝ Oh, just that I promise any money I take will be from Alex and Alex alone. ❞  And she will make no comment or assumption about where Alex got the money from.  ❝ You’re turning a little red, by the way. You should probably turn the grump down a few notches. ❞

“Hey, don’t steal my thing. I don’t have a lot of things going for me, get your own.”

   His infamous smirk grew, it had another meaning now. Fully aware of his actions, of how the limp body he almost drained dried sat upon his lap. Carefully licked off the mess of blood from his lips. Hardly had any morals to begin with but his main rule he never broke was to never feed from a human  ( even if they begged him ). His meal plan used to be covered by blood bags, it wasn’t his favorite, but he got used to it. Since his bloodlust, everything changed. Usually lost control, went feral, this time he was conscious. It was a new experience for him and he was having the time of his life.

   “I thought I was fucking done with you.” Dramatically sighed. If he hadn’t made it clearer before, he blocked all ties he previously had. Recently preferred company of Roman lately — the first hint something was wrong since he disowned him a century ago. Normally couldn’t stand to even be in the same room with his brother, much less same state, as him.

  Firmly pressed his hand against his wound, winced from the immense pain, “—Fuck off… it’s not… that fucking bad…” He huffed to the other, if it wasn’t, he would have completely healed by now. One of his many perks to immortality. Silently freaked out which could easily be read by those few who knew him too well.

“Hey, don’t steal my thing. I don’t have a lot of things going for me, get your own.”

   Snatched the others fist just before it made contact with his brother, Roman. A small sigh of relief left him, barely noticeable unless they knew him well enough. Despite disowning his own brother, it had been engrained in his head since he was a kid to protect him. It was an instinctive reaction, even if the other meant well, to put harm in Roman’s way was unspeakable. Fierce, sharp glare made sure that message was sent to the other.