Pandemonium

The wig Tatiana wore was one that she had recently purchased, both the color as well as the cut making it look like it had been ripped straight out of the Pulp Fiction movie. “Quite some time, I’ll have to admit. I kind of even missed it.” The corners of her cherry red lips tugged up into a lazy smirk, her fingers brushing against the side of his shirt as she slowly twisted to meet the demon’s eyes “I’ll have you- on me. I insist.”

Xavier raised his brow as he stared at his stunning girl. Tatiana looked good in anything he was discovering. And fuck did she look good now. Smiling he put a hand on her waist. “I think you actually missed me. The world isn’t as fun as me.” Her words made him smirk as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. He loved the girl, she was snappy and it blunt. “How about in you darling.” 

“I beg to differ - the ones organizing wouldn’t be able to issue an objective complaint, what with being personally involved. I, on the other hand, qualify just fine.” There was a certain type of arrogance to the way Tatiana often spoke. Something she was well aware of; yet had no intention, whatsoever, to change. “You reckon? Well, since we’re on the topic of colours – emerald would look great on you. Or under you – that skin would look lovely over deep green silk sheets.”

Natasha raised her eyebrow at the other woman, and her lips quirked into a little smile. She licked her lips a little bit, and cocked her head. “Oh, yeah?” she said, her eyes twinkling slightly at her. “Well, I happen to want to agree with you on that one,” she said. “But, I may be a bit biased.” She smirked a little. “Tell me…are you speaking from experience? Are you the proud owner of some deep green silk sheets?”

Tatiana fake gasped, horror tainting her features dramatically. “Please, no more. I can’t hear any more of that — fashion blasphemy.” Of course she knew someone as free spirited as Hvitserk wouldn’t give two flying shits about designer brands and haute couture idols. “What incident? I have been away and disconnected for so long that I barely know what’s happening anymore. Does it have anything to do with that sweet blonde you claimed?” The human asked “I have been fine, honestly. The time away has done me well – I got a spectacular tan, came back with better hair and better clothes. What more could I want?”

Hvitserk chuckle at her antics and shook his head playfully. “Stop being so dramatic, Miss ‘I know everything about fashion’. I’m a meathead what did you expect?” He said with a grin on his face. “Currently, I haven’t claimed her. Something happened. I left, got betrayed, tortured….you know you’re casual vacation. They removed my claim and I lost her trust. We’re currently working on that so we’ll see how it goes.” He said with a shrug. “You do look spectacular I have to agree. I am glad you’ve been well.” He smiled.

“ You make it sound like it was unexpected - in which case, how very bold of you.” Tatiana rolled her eyes, lips pursing slightly as she sipped on her drink “Not my fault a 25 year old Chivas Regal was way over the budget – besides, the Chardonnay isn’t half bad. Though, I’ll admit a Pinot Grigio would have paired up much better with the menu. But, hey, that’s what you get for letting poorly qualified people organise city events.” Shrugging her shoulders, Tati let out a breathy laugh “That’s where we disagree again. I look best in burgundy – black has been far too tainted by those who don’t know how to wear it. How ironic.”

Natasha smirked a little, as she watched the other woman curiously. “Okay, fair enough,” she said. “I guess one can’t complain, if they’re not the one putting all this together,” she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. She cocked a brow, and glanced over the other woman curiously. “I could see that,” she said. “You making burgundy look good. Which is a feat in of itself. That’s not an easy color. Takes a bold personality, if you ask me.”

You would think that after all that time away, Tatiana would have had enough of alcohol, at least for a good while. Well, you would be wrong - because the first thing the human did, as soon as she laid foot in Wayward Rose again, was to drink up half of the town’s alcohol supply - to be honest, the fact that she wasn’t comatose was a miracle in and of itself.

Awake and with a pounding headache already turning her day to shit, the human brunette gladly accepted the glass of water and the pills. “Gee, thanks. – Did I get run over by a truck or something?” Her hands flew to the sides of her head, fingers rubbing away at her temples as a grimace took over her face. “Fuck, I’m never going to drink again.”

“You’re welcome.” Colin said , suppressing a yawn, it had been a long night after all. “I’m sure it feels that way, I just made sure you didn’t actually get hit by a truck.” Or that anyone would take advantage of her, which wasn’t uncommon as she was as human as he was. 

There had to be a level of care here after all, no one else would do it for them so he didn’t mind sticking around and making sure she was fine. He chuckled at her remark. “The many times I hear that line, I’d be rich if I asked a penny each time. Drink the water, your body needs fluids now more than anything, it’ll help, trust me.” He did know his drinks and the effects very well. “Do you even remember anything?”

“I don’t need anything, already got everything I want. Just trying to find a quiet place.” Her return had been just as unexpected as her departure and Tatiana was trying to stall shit - get herself some extra time before she would finally have to come face to face with her master and explain to him why she extended her vacation by two months and spent two hundred thousand of his cash on bags and red lacquer pumps. “Don’t mind me.”

  lilith couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh as the other spoke of having everything she wanted. “are you so sure of that?” she questioned, “most people don’t have everything they want, so why would you?” even lilith could admit she didn’t have exactly everything she wanted. “why would you want a quiet place with the festival going on?”

“You know you can buy luxury fur and leather in Paris, right?” Tatiana’s smile only widened. “The premium kind, too. Givenchy, Chanel, Maison Margiela, Christian Dior… the list goes on and on. Besides, you could always visit one of their famous boulangeries. Enjoy a salmon quiche, a raspberry tart.. or who knows, try out some of their French blood.” Her eyebrow arched slightly before she broke out in a grin and leaned over to give the handsome vampire a hug. “Now, who would I be to deny you, of all people, a hug? How have you been doing, Hvit? It feels like it’s been forever, doesn’t it? ”

Hvtiserk frowned playfully before releasing a chuckle. “You’re saying all of these names and words and I don’t understand any of them. I am fine hunting my own fur thank you.” He told her, teasing her a little. He was never interested in luxurious items and those names meant absolutely nothing to him. The vampire hugged her back tightly, pulling back with a smile on his face. “It definitely feels like that, yeah. I have been well, more or less. There’s been an unpleasant incident but I have recovered from it so I am fine. What about you? How have you been?” 

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” Tatiana asked, as if her intentions should have been no less than obvious. Her eyebrow arched just slightly as she stared at the blonde woman, her attitude threatening to get the best of her yet another time. “I’m enjoying my bloody drink - what, is that a crime? Are you the Chardonnay police? Am I going to get arrested, cause I don’t look good in orange and I look even worse in stripes – so like save it for some other time.” The sarcasm in her voice was anything but subtle.

“Oh, she bites back,” Natasha smirked, not intimidated by the other woman. In fact, she would venture to say, that she was more intrigued than anything. She smirked a little, licking her lips a little bit. She cocked her head to the side, and ran a hand through her hair. “But, Chardonnay? Really? That’s your drink of choice?” she smirked. “Plus, I think you’d look best in black,” she grinned slyly.

As she looked to the side, from the corner of her eyes, Tatiana’s lips stretched out into a subtle smile, happy to have been met with the familiar face of one of the only people who didn’t absolutely annoy her. The urge to hug him was strong, but Tati kept to herself, merely letting out a chuckle. “Well, lucky you, huh? Guess you don’t have to worry about not being able to shop in high end places anymore, you can get on a plane and fly your ass to Paris anytime you’d like. Ugh, the world’s not fair.”

“Well, what would I do in Paris. That’s just silly.” He teased her, releasing a chuckle of his own. “Plus, I prefer fur and leather. You know, keeping it simple. It has worked for me for the past 1000 years.” He teased with a shrug of his shoulders, before turning his body to face her completely. “Now. Do I actually get a hug or is there a secret passcode I don’t know about?” Besides Mary, Tatiana was probably the only person he was being a little softer with. 

Tatiana was sat down on a bench, watching people pass her by as she enjoyed her chocolate rum ice-cream. Very peacefully, might I add - which was completely uncharacteristic for someone who often found herself actively seeking trouble. “Being poor sucks ass, ya know.” She told the person who’d sat down next to her. “Like, I don’t think I can deal with not buying myself a new pair of Versace sandals every other day.”

Hvitserk was walking aimlessly around town when he spotted a familiar face sitting on a bench. He walked over to her and sat down beside her, not saying anything until she spoke. “I can’t relate to that if I’m being honest. I am filthy rich.” He said with a chuckle, sending the woman a smirk.

“And, just what do you think you’re doing?” she growls gently, before turning to her company. “Excited for the festival, darling?”