𝕍𝕀𝔹𝔼𝕊.

𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.

                   it wasn’t out of pocket for john michael to end up at a music festival. it was familiar to him. it reminded him of home. back in new mexico, on the compound. the constant music, the laughter, the fun. the drugs. so, every so often whenever he manages to get enough cash to buy a rather hefty ticket, he finds himself at one. never having much with him, just a large hiking back with a sleeping bag. that’s all he really needed. he was fine with sleeping on the ground. preferred it on occasions, in all honesty. though, if a friendly camp decided they wanted to adopt him in for the weekend? well, he wouldn’t complain about that either. the sound of music fills his ears as he walks along, taking everything in. whilst he enjoyed a good music festival, they did get a bit overwhelming at times. especially these richer types. 

                    he finally finds a spot to just chill, dropping his bag as he takes a hit off his cigarette. bright green eyes scan the area, mentally noting on places he’d probably end up through out the night. he certainly had enough things on him to have a good time. though, he wouldn’t be against trading. he couldn’t say no to a nice tye dye shirt or a nice chunk of a gemstone. especially if he was tripping.

                         he hears a voice, head jerking up and looking towards the direction of the voice. he’ll simply motion towards himself. “me?” words are muffled slightly by the cigarette that hangs from his lips but he’s quick to pull it away, not wanting to be rude as he exhaled the smoke. “yeah, like–…i’m here alone.” a simple shrug of his shoulders. he didn’t necessarily see it as a bad thing. eyebrow lifts at the sight of the rather girthy blunt, a loud cackle leaving him. “ey! fuck yeah.” before you know it, he’s bounding over and plopping down on the ground near the other. “name’s jm. you here, uh—…alone or ya’ got a tribe?”

xavier   can’t   help   the   amused   smirk   from   tugging   at   his   lips   as   he   watches   the   other   male’s   response   to   being   offered   weed,   that   reaction   never   fails   to   gratify   the   sex   worker,   no   matter   who   it   is.     with   that,   x   brings   the   thick   blunt   to   his   lips,   lighting   the   end   with   his   rainbow   colored   zippo.     inhaling   deeply   as   he   glances   up   from   the   blunt   to   look   over   at   the   other,   he   listens   to   his   mirrored   question.     he   holds   the   smoke   within   his   lungs   for   a   moment   as   he   stretches   his   arm   outward   to   the   curly - haired   cutie   to   hand   him   the   blunt,   before   releasing   the   cloud   of   smoke.     ❛ nah,   i’m   alone.     i’m   xavier     ―     pleasure   to   meet   you. ❜

offering   a   faint,   yet   friendly,   smirk   in   jm’s   direction,   xavier   immediately   begins   to   look   him   over,   trying   to   read   what   this   interaction   might   be   like   before   it   even   begins          ―          this   is   definitely   xavier’s   favorite   part   about   festivals   like   these          :          they   attract   unique   and   interesting   people,   and   the   shortage   of   perceptions   of   stories   is   impossible. 

@nanlanmo​​   asked :      Headcanon + blood/feeding, vamp! Xavier!

The atmosphere in the car was rather tense, mainly because he knew she was unaware of what was going on. A fact he would continue to feel bad for even if this was a necessary evil. Was it evil? She did come willingly in the end even if she wasn’t given the full picture. That just showed her trust in him and it was one Brock did not plan on abusing. The former agent wasn’t sure just how her powers worked but he knew he had to be there in person for this to actually succeed and there was no way in hell SHIELD was going to just let him walk in and ask. They would keep him far away from her, well attempt to if he went that route. Obviously he didn’t as they drove on to his safe house. 

It wasn’t much, a simple apartment not too far from the center of town to make it less suspicious should he have to say anything about it. Parking wasn’t hard and thankfully inside the actual building and he pulled into his spot. “I know, I’ve got a place here that should help you calm down and use figure this whole thing out.” He sighed heavily before getting out and moving to her side to open the door. “No one knows my real name here, I’m not Brock. A cover and for good measure at this rate.” 

after   arriving   at   the   small   apartment   he   has   for   them   to   hide   out   while   they   figure   everything   out,   rosie   listens   closely   as   he   opens   her   car   door          ―          she   can   pick   up   flashes   of   images,   but   they   don’t   make   any   sense.     she   can   see   brock,   and   he’s unconscious          ―         but   that’s   it,   that’s   all   she   can   understand.     getting   out   of   the   car,   her   brows   furrow   as   she   decides   not   to   mention   anything   yet          :          perhaps   more   would   come   to   her,   something   she   could   verbally   make   sense   of.     for   now,   she   glances   over   her   shoulder   yet   again,   hoping   nothing   unexpected   would   happen,   and   if   it   does,   she   hopes   she   can   see   it   coming   before   it   happens. 

Idly, Jessica wonders what their first meeting would’ve been like had they met outside of this place. If instead of expected assault and prison uniforms if there’d be a short skirt and flirtatious conversations. Was that even fair to wonder? She’s probably just latching onto him because he seemed normal in juxtaposition to Sarah Newlin’s insanity and the wreck of the world she’d been snatched out of. His kindness was a temptation to leave that bullshit behind for a moment. 

She laughs at his summation of just how they’d ended up together, “I wish it were that simple, but for the sake of savin’ time, yeah.” If only it were that. She’d attacked Sarah… Sort of. If it weren’t for fucking Jason Stackhouse maybe the blonde wouldn’t have survived their encounter. Not that she needed to add to her kill list. It was long enough as it was. But the what-if’s are tempting. 

His question is a good one. Does she have some way out of here? Bill’s plan had fallen apart with the blood that stained her hands and she’d run before they could begin building a new one. “Jason–” She started, nodding towards the door where the Deputy stood guard, “He should be able to get to my Maker and see if he can get the Governor to let us all go. I can’t sense my Maker but I wouldn’t be surprised if they did some shit to block us from each other. He–” Hesitation has her voice trailing off as the reality of her true death looms on the horizon, “He had a vision that I meet the True Death here, so, here’s hopin’ he’s tryin’ to figure somethin’ out.” There’s an awkward huff of a laugh, her head shaking softly, “Have you heard anythin’ over on the men’s side?”

xavier   glances   back   at   the   door   to   the   conference   room   as   jessica   nods,   saying   the   name   of   the   ‘ guard ‘   on   the   other   side          :          the   blond   vampire   knew   he   wasn’t   an   actual   guard.     just   the   simple   fact   that   jessica   has   a   way   to   contact   her   maker   already   lifted   an   immense   amount   of   anxiety   from   his   shoulders          ―          this   means   that    there’s   even   the   slightest   chance   they   could   make   it   out   of   this   alive.      this   small   amount   of   information   is   already   making   the   male   vampire   glad   they   ended   up   in   that   room   together. 

@fuckingvictus​   asked :       “i  catch  a  flash  of  bare  ass  and  find  religion.”      ( april @ xaiver lol )

after   making   friends   with   april   and   the   rest   of   the   girls   at   the   strip   club   near   his   loft,   xavier   does   host   parties   every   so   often,   and   of   course   they   are   always   invited.     there’s   about   three   more   hours   until   sunrise,   and   things   are   winding   down   at   his   place.     the   male   human   he   fed   from   and   bedded   is   out   cold   in   his   room,   comfy   among   the   soft   comforter   and   pillows.