/ WITH MY SEQUIN TEARS !

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 

                         𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐎 " 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 " 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆  !

ABEL: hey min :)

ABEL: hehe your favorite? i'm touched! but i'm doing alright, just got home from a little time with my sister, it was good to see her

ABEL: of course, where are you??

MINNIE : can't not butter you up before i ask you for a favor. how's your sister ?

MINNIE : i'm at a dive bar literally called dive bar

MINNIE : have u heard of it

MINNIE : im eating fries

MINNIE : im also wasted

“i wonder if you think that if we avoid all possible problems then eventually they will go away, right?” he asks eating the popcorn from the bag as he strolls next to her on the sidewalk. “sometimes i hope that he lighthouse goes under water y’know. i’m sure in the next decade or so, it will.” he says popping another piece of popcorn in his mouth before offering the bag over to minnie. “want some?” 

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MINNIE : heyyyyy :) ♡

MINNIE : how's my fav vampy vamp ♡♡♡♡♡

          𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑆𝐻𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾  :  𝑊𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅  ,  𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟽

@fin-o​

      𝐀𝐒  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐎  romanticize  new  york  winters,  there's  always  something  about  the  frigid  air  that  dulls  her  spirits  .  she's  thankful  now  at  least  that  the  elements  have  little  effect  on  her  ,  still  something  she's  getting  used  to.  it  does  mean  she  can  wear  skirts  all  year  round  without  trying  to  squeeze  thermal  tights  into  the  mix,  so  even  if  it  gets  her  a  couple  stares,  she  struts  confidently  down  the  icy,  dark  streets  of  new  york  clad  in  hot  pink  go go  boots  and  her  favorite  mini.  as  much  as  she  should  loathe  her  new  condition,  she  finds  she  rarely  does .  vampirism  suits  her  better  than  one  could  imagine.  

it’s  not  exactly  hunting  attire,  but  in  a  city  so  populated  and  with  a  girl  as  reckless  as  she,  it  wasn't  hard  to  find  an  evening  snack.  she  spots  him  on  a  street  corner,  clearly  drunk,  a  cigarette  hanging  out  of  the  side  of  his  mouth.  she  almost  considers  walking  by  him  until  she  can  feel  him  watching  her,  gaze  clearly  stuck  to  her  bare  thighs.  she  can  practically  mouth  the  words  he  calls  out  as  he  says  them  -  there  was  something  so irritatingly  predictable  about  drunk,  obnoxious  men.  and  if  anyone  was  asking  for  it,  it  was  him.

when  he  tells  her  to  smile,  she  does.  

ten  minutes  later,  she's  wiping  blood  off  the  toe  of  her  boot.  "  always  inconvenient,  even  like  this.  "  she  murmurs,  half-amused,  half-irritated  to  the  crumpled  body  on  the  cold  ground  by her feet.  he'll  live,  probably,  which  is  her  gracious  deed  of  the  day.  when  straightens,  she  flattens  her  skirt  and  runs  her  tongue  over  her  teeth  for  good  measure.  it's  always  a  strange  feeling  after  feeding  -  another  thing  she's  getting  used  to  -  but  it's  satisfying.  she'll  take  it.  a  feeling  like  that  is  rare  and  fleeting  for  her.  but  like  clockwork,  the  harsh  feeling  of  eyes  on  her  again  is  enough  to  draw  her  out  of  it. 

she  spins  on  her  heel,  irked  since  she  hadn't  planned  on  dealing  with  witnesses.  rosamie  had  warned  minnie  that  she's  too  conspicuous.  minnie  told  her  that's  exactly  the  point.  she  normally  loves  an  audience,  but  she  hadn't  been  trying  to  attract  one  tonight.  "  if  you're  looking  to  rob  me,  you'd  be  out  of  luck.  "  she  laughs,  a  skip  in  her  step  as  she  moves  closer  to  the  silhouette  that’s  appeared,   obscured  by  the  lack  of  street  lighting.  she's  been  hooked  on  plenty  of  things  in  her  life,  but  this  feeling,  the  one  of  fearlessness,  is  the  most  addicting  thing  she's  encountered  yet.  as  soon  as  that  thought  enters  her  brain,  though,  it  evaporates.

"  finley.  "  she'd  thought  about  seeing  him  again  about  a  hundred  times,  and  not  once  like  this.  in  a  city  as  big  as  new  york,  what  were  the  odds  he'd  stumble  upon  her  now?  right  now?  of  all  fucking  moments?  it's  not  fear,  but  a  sense  of  nervousness  that  washes  over  her.  pure  unease.  how  would  she  explain  this  one?  good  to  see  you  again  since  you  dumped  me,  i've  recently  turned  to  murder ?  if  her  palms  could  sweat,  they  would  be  now.

↳    𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘  / 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑶 𝑲𝑨𝑵𝑮  !

“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓? that one hurt – i’m gonna need at least two extra shots to recover.” of course, he’s joking, infinitely more amused than wounded. he appreciates minnie’s banter - her willingness and ability to give it as good as she gets. even when they’re talking about something as intimate ( in its own way ) as sex, it’s in a way that’s uniquely them. “what can i say – i like it when you stroke my ego. – matter of fact, say it again.” he’s cheeky, leaning into her with a shiteating grin she must be used to by now. with the bar so busy, it’s hard to keep a lot of distance and santos has no qualms about flinging an arm around her shoulder as they wait for their shots, snorting loudly at her question. “oh, absolutely the second - might even give us the spooky version of the nobel peace prize for our, uh, efforts.”

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“i always feel like i want to drink,” he admits. nearly 5 years sober and the feeling still nagged in the back of his head. he wonders if it will ever go away (probably not). sometimes he still popped into AA meetings, but he’s happy to not have to rely on those anymore. he takes a sip of his drink and shrugs, easing away from their previous conversation, “dont worry about it. anyways, i’m sure you’ve been enjoying your night.” he eyes her now empty flute, “can i get you another?” even if he didnt partake anymore, their was a warm familiarity to bringing minnie another drink. for years that had been their norm. he briefly wonders if it’s fucked up to be bringing her more drinks even though he’s sober, but dismisses that thought because, well, she’s a vampire. 

𝐈𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄’𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, it doesn’t show as abel turns fluidly in the direction she’s pointing. there are enough people in the way to make it hard to pinpoint what she’s looking at, but the confusion’s gone as soon as she continues speaking. he knows her passion for clothing well; in some ways, it’s what drew him to her that first night, bleeding into her already explosive personality to create an aura that’s hard to miss. and even as that passion manifests in a couple dozen curse words for him and his fellow ‘elite’, it’s endearing.

in fact, he’s just snickering, taking another sip of champagne as his eyes continue over the room. he doesn’t know nearly as much about fashion, but it’s not hard to see what she means —- the crowd around them is a flat sea of black, each look as standard as the last. it makes people who’ve just gone for a different color stand out, let alone a more unique style. of course, abel’s sympathetic — his longline blazer is all black save for a blood red accent on the inside. 

almost too predictable, given his species.

“we probably deserve it, but hey - no one said money equals style.” draining the rest of his glass as well, abel follows minnie to the bar, offering a grateful smile as the tequila shots arrive. “let me do you one better,” he teases, reaching for his glass and lifting it towards her. “cheers - to how good you look tonight.” he means it of course, with or without her asking. after all the intimacy between them, there’s no point in being embarrassed about admitting what she already knows.

in a smooth motion, he downs the shot, grimacing some at the taste —- no amount of supernatural powers can make tequila taste good. once the glass is set aside, he orders the two of them another drink, this time mixed. it’s busy enough to take some time, so he settles in, leaning against the bar to get comfortable. “i’m not planning to,” he muses, expression a bit pensive as he watches her. “but i feel like they get me with ‘urgent’ work all the time these days. forever doesn’t even feel long enough for it all.”

      𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓  𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋  is  that  they  always  humoured  her.  if  he's  uninterested  -  as  if  he  ever  could  be  -  she'd  never  know.  in  some  ways,  minnie  is  a  firecracker.  full  of  unpredictability.  but  her  needs  were  simple.  she'd  been  forced  to  make  herself  less  shiny  too  long.  to  be  quiet,  seen  and  not  heard,  to  listen  and  not  be  listened  to.  it  was  something  else  to  speak  to  someone  who  hung  on  every  word.  so  she  talked  with  ease,  with  no  need  to  unfurl  any  feelings  of  shame  balled  in  her  stomach.  it  always  appeared  natural  for  minseo  regardless,  she  was  no  longer  in  the  business  of  making  herself  smaller  to  be  less  of  a  burden,  but  abel's  company  always  came  with  a  lack  of  resistance.  perhaps  another  reason  why  she'd  cared  about  them  enough  to  save  them.

"  tell  me  about  it.  wealth  is  wasted  on  some  people.  "  it's  almost  wistful.  minseo  veers  on  materialistic  -  she  loves  glamour,  luxury,  the  works.  but  in  an  appreciative  way,  one  where  her  fingers  could  run  over  a  skilled  stitch  and  she'd  feel  a  buzz  of  electricity.  impressing  others  was  a  natural  talent,  one  she  already  accomplished  on  a  budget,  no  money  necessary. the  things  she'd  do,  though,  to  have  that  level  of  access  to  the  things  and  places  she'd  admired  her  whole  life...  it  was  an  embittering  thing  to  think  about.  

 she's  pulled  out  of  her  own  surly  thoughts  by  her  two  of  her  favorite  things:  the  appearance  of  tequila  and  a  compliment.  "  to  me.  "  there's  a  satisfied  smile  on  her  mouth,  like  a  kid  who  has  just  received  the  cookie  they'd  been  begging  for  all  day.  the  tequila  doesn't  burn  and  she  doesn't  blink,  instead  rubs  abel's  arm  when  he  grimaces.

“ IT TAKES A MINIMUM OF TEN THOUSAND YEARS TO CREATE A FOSSIL, ”   he informs her, lightly enough to show that he doesn’t actually care if he’s being compared to something prehistoric. most if not all of what comes out of minnie’s mouth is more funny than anything. her telling him to shake his ass, for example, has him laughing.   “ i’m going to have to pass on that one, thank you. i’ll admit i do prefer a good waltz, but i’ll spare you. i’m sure you don’t have much experience with it. ”   the smile he flashes her has his eyes sparkling, teasing her.