Grinning, he reaches over to grasp at the other vampireâs chin. âDarling Fionn, I din like topping that much tae do it forever.â Heâd thought about it, but heâd thought about it with every friend at some point or another. Thereâs always a brief moment, usually when theyâre enjoying themselves, that he wonders if there could be something more between himself and a friend. Fionn was clever, he could banter back and forth for hours, outdrink maybe even the oldest vampire in Ireland. But aside from that there was a kindness to the other man, he was sweet, and for as biting as he could be, he was soft. And he remembers thinking heâd ruin that. Someone else deserved that softness, all of Fionnâs cleverness, and he wondered what the hell was going on that Fionn hadnât disclosed his partner. Settling back into his corner on the couch, he glances around the room like heâs trying to pick up more clues to who this mystery man is. âHeâs nae some human, is he?â
...
Fionn rolled his eyes and leaned back, âyou know I could top, if you were so desperate,â it was a small attempt to get the conversation off of him and of Blue. All his years alive, and he trusted Jamie, more than any other vampire he had come across, but he was still a Mars vamp and they had hurt him in a way he would never recover from. Blue needed to be protected, from anyone who could hurt him, but now, he wasnât sure if he did. Banshees were a myth, a legend from all the Irish mammies warning their children to be good or else. Now thatâs what came home to him. Fingernails dug into his own palm as Jamie continued questioning the mystery Fionn kept tucked to himself. Eyes flickered over to him as his inquiry kept going. No, he wasnât a human, not anymore. Swallowing, âhe was,â he picked at his nails, âheâs some fecking Banshee now, whatever the feck that means.â Fionn wasnât sure what Blue was anymore, and he had been too frightened to ask.
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Blue was still denying it. With the tubâs edge between them, he leaned over it to meet Fionnâs head with his. The tip of his nose ran up and down his until it found its place against his. The curve started and ended with both of them, but he broke the space between. It was a way to silence them, and a way to pretend. His lips brushed against him to swallow those words, no matter how bad they sounded let alone tasted. It was different now, though. Every kiss and everything after felt like muscle memory instead of euphoric. Everything after that night felt the same way. All he could ever endure was Fionn staying close, but no more than a statue. He wanted to play a knight in armor or a guardian angel, he would be no more than a figurehead for it. Blue had stripped him of ever taking action again, something he instilled by adopting a silence that even his hands didnât speak out to interrupt.
Blueâs hands found his body again, this time the tugs holding a different motive. Fionn could tune him out better, and he resented the thought that maybe he could tune out more than just Blue when their arguing reached the ceiling from raised voices to flailing hands. He didnât want to think about that night or that damn necklace. His hand wrapped around Fionnâs, tipping it so the chain would fall from his grasp. He wiped his hand with his, fingers laced together, as though to clean him of it. There was no washing of it, though. That water Blue laid in had turned dark when Fionn joined him, in more ways than one. No matter how many times he tried to forget that piercing scream in his ears, that ringing silence that followed, the warm splash of blood on skin that was turning cold under someoneâs knee⌠Heâd seen nothing but disaster, and somehow, Blue had come out untouched by it as though heâd never been there at all.
âWeâll fix it.â Heâd said it enough times now that it was probably his first lie since theyâd been together. The first one that mattered, that went beyond missing leftovers or when the dog had been taken out. Blue would rather have the devil he knew than be stuck with the demons he didnât have the courage to even glance upon. âWeâll fix us.â
...
Fionn was numb at the touch of the other. A feeling he hadn't felt since the other came into his life, a storm that came in hard and fast, but instead of leaving destruction and death behind, it brought beauty into his life. The inexplicable rage that coursed through his body as he thought of that night. How how he was forced to watch and helpless to prevent what happened. The fire in his chest proved how much he was like his own father, and it disgusted him. He saw the similarities in the mirror: his left ear, the crooked smile, and even mannerisms. Nightmares of his father returned that night: the slurs on the tip of his tongue coming through loud and clear, warning his son about the consequences of preferring the company of men. Maybe it was just the 1800s, but Fionn had a feeling his father would be the same today.
Was Blueâs touch for Fionnâs benefit or his own? Both of them deprived before the other came into their lives, and it felt the same now, but without meaning and authenticity. It was a habit both had learned after the years of being with each other. It didnât feel the same anymore and that killed Fionnâs spirit, more now than it did all those years ago when he woke up undead. The only thing that mattered was keeping Blue unspoiled and he failed at that.
He shut his eyes tight as Blue whispered to him, gripping the porcelain edges, wishing they would yield under his touch, but he wasnât strong enough, he never was. The toxic masculinity his father instilled him was not enough to prevent the tears from pricking at his eyes. He turned his head away, not wanting to look weak in front of the man he loved. âIâm sorry,â he repeated, his voice wavered. âWeâre not us anymore,â he swallowed, looking at Blue, âyouâre not you anymore.â
His hands dropped from his chest, the words pouring out of his mouth like a dark and foul bile that made him lose his grip on him. Blue had never said aloud that he fought with the memory of that night, that his motivations twisted and turned in its fading hues. His silence must have spoken enough that Fionn needed to hold on to it.
âThatâs not⌠Thatâs not it.â
They had grown apart, there was denying it and Blue hadnât, but he wasnât quite sure to voice an agreement aloud just yet. There was a change that neither one of them could address. That night, the bits of them that were flaking away from what they had endured in life had been pulled back farther than they anticipated. Whatever emptiness they managed to fill for each other was now far most vast than it was before.
âYou shouldnât have kept it, Fi,â Blue said, voice soft but only with the fear of someone else hearing. âSomeone can find it, and it can come back on us.â
...
He knew Blue wouldn't tell him the truth, not after the four years they had together. Not after what the two men had gone through. "It's okay," he mumbled, closing the space between them. His hand slipped easily into his hair, a comfort to him, "I understand," he pressed his forehead against Blue's, letting a calm wash over him. Fionn felt a deep void within his chest that grew quickly as the days passed.. Even if he had been dead for two centuries, he truly felt dead now.
The two of them had been good. Blue had been good in a world that Fionn knew brought death and destruction, "I know," he nodded, "I'll burn it," he looked at his open palm, the shitty necklace gleaming in the fluorescent lighting. "I'm sorry I ruined you," he looked away, not wanting him to see him like this. Two hundred years and now he no longer saw the point of continuing this immortal life he was given as a sick joke. Anything that had ever been his was ruined once he touched it and Blue wasnât an exception.
location: blufioâs home
person: the lad @shiveringteethâ
âYe ever gonnae tell me aboot what the hell yer hanging around wae here?â They could have found some party somewhere, he could have texted Sumeyye and found maybe three of them, but thereâs something nice about staying in. The thing is that the elephant in the room between them is the room itself, the flat. Thereâs signs of another person, the coffee mugs by the sink, the toothbrushes in the bathroom, shoes by the door. âOr are ye gonnae keep hiding this lad fae me?â Jamie looks over at where Fionn sits on the other end of the couch, ignoring the vampire movie on the television. Itâs an old, probably stupid thing to do, to attempt to get wasted as they consumed terrible media about their kind.
...
Fionn was on edge, fingers dug into the leather of the couch staring aimlessly through the TV, oblivious to whatever was on. âHuh?â He raised his brow at Jamie, trying to avoid the question all together. Blue wasnât Blue anymore and Fionn wondered if the banshee was worth mentioning. The thought alone of that ripped whatever soul he had left to shreds, but who was Blue anymore. âWhat do you mean?â He wasnât ready to admit to Jamie his biggest weakness, so heâd continue to play it off as if it was nothing. Leaning forward, he grinned, âwhy donât ya just admit that youâre jealous of whomever might be hanging around here.â Fionn didnât know why he was keeping him a secret anymore, not when Blue wasnât mortal and at risk for the worst. The worst had already happened, now Fionn had to figure out how to deal with the rest of forever.
fionn callaghan || how beautifully the color worked itself in
CHARACTER STATISTICS
NAME: Fionn Callaghan
PHYSICAL AGE: Twenty-Nine
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Man, He/Him
FACE CLAIM: Barry Keoghan
EYE COLOR: Blue
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 5â˛9âł
DATE OF BIRTH: November 10th, 1819
ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio
HOMETOWN: Galway, Ireland
OCCUPATION: Underground Fighter
SPECIES: Juno Vampire
CHARACTER BIOGRAPHY (TW: ASSAULT, DEATH)
Fionn thought he would live an ordinary life, like his father: a potato farmer, who would grow old, marry and have children, but his life turned out entirely different than originally thought of. Born in Galway, Ireland, he was the first of three children, but his father had a bad temper and his mother passed when he was young. Leaving him to take care of himself and the twins and he did what he had to, forgoing his education and taking over the small parcel of land that they had. This was Fionnâs life and despite the want for more than that, he was content. Until his twenty-six birthday when their land was struck by the infamous famine. It was a slow process to begin with, the loss of a percentage of crops, the rise of the cost of their land and it all snowballed. Heâd give up food for the rest of his family, until his body couldnât take much more from the malnutrition and he became sick. On the edge of death, suddenly, he thought about all the things he didnât do, the things that he pushed aside in the name of responsibility and obligation and regretted every single moment of it.
Death was knocking, until someone intervened, thinking that Fionn deserved more life that he was given. Something happened to Fionn, changing him into something else entirely then what he was before: a vampire. As someone who laughed at the stories for children, he was bewildered into what he became. At first, he rejected the idea, the need to feed to stay alive. His entire life, he had tried to be selfless and now he had to take, selfishly. The new life he was expected to lead was going to be filled with darkness and death, something he never got used to during his own mortal life. Along with his renewed life, he acquired heightened senses and he could feel his entire town withering away, day by day people were dying all around him and all it did was instill the memory of his own motherâs death and since that moment had an aversion to those who were experiencing their last moments of living. His sire told him that he was special, that blood wasnât the only way he could survive, that a soul was more precious and valuable to their kind than liquid gold. The implication was less souls for more time.
So his sire taught him exactly what he had to do and how he needed to feed. The moral compass inside of him forced himself to look at the quality of the life he took with each soul he fed off of, opting for those who led awful lives. Fionn justified his actions as best he could, but deep down inside of him a war waged. People died so that he could live and for years and he had a hard time swallowing the reality of who he exactly was. His sire would encourage him to take more of than his fill and actually enjoy what he had become and eventually, it was easier than facing the truth. Through a few failed attempts, he would violently drain a soul, leaving the person a husk of what they were and that feeling became addictive to him and he forgo all forms of blood, opting for the more potent method of sustaining himself.
Time went on, Fionn survived and that was his only purpose. His ailment was to endure and to watch humanity grow darker than the plague that kept him alive to witness it all. He had lost hope in them and believed that they would never change, so he consumed their anger and their hate in order to rid them of it. As the years passed, he felt as though all he could do was clean their messes but could never change them. Hope was restored in the shade of Blue when a human tried their hand against him by poisoning him at a boxing match where he earned his keep. He had to admit the guy had balls, trying to poison him but after all those years of draining souls he deemed unworthy to save, he found a chance at attempting clemency again. He would teach this human to be better instead of taking his life without remorse. He found someone to not just teach his sense of morality, but guide through the supernatural world and pry them away from the more vile company found in that realm. In turn, it also helped him come to terms with he had become as he was able to appreciate the wonder of his affliction and changed his perspective from believing he was nothing but cursed. Now, Fionn was able to evolve and make peace with the very thing he was suppose to kill. He created an alliance where give and take were equal.
At least, that was what Fionn believed. His peace was threatened when he came into the company of former enemies from Marsâ bloodline and fellow vampires he had reconnected with were under attack. It was suppose to be a quiet night, a silence he hadnât found known in years, and it was ruined by screams painted in red. An attack against his bloodline and allies broke out. Fionn had just barely escaped as he was dragged away from the scene by an old rival, but he saw the aftermath. He heard it until he didnât as there was a break in the muffled bloodshed that left a ringing in one of his ears that heâd never get rid of. He found his companion buried between the bodies, but somehow he survived. Fionn refused to question it and they fled the scene. They traveled for years to find that peace once again, skipping from city to city until the dread of their past became too much to carry. As much as Fionn wanted to ignore the changes, he could feel that something was wrong and he wanted a solution. He âs returned to Rome after centuries in search of answers in the overwhelming supernatural population that resides there and hopes that he can fix whatever broke. Or get his revenge.
Now with the discovery of what Blue has truly become, a banshee, Fionnâs anger has done nothing but grown and heâs vowing to find out who was behind the attack. No longer did he see the good in humanity or creatures alike. All he felt was rage and destruction. No longer is does he deprive himself, causing his hunger to grow uncontrollable, but over satiates himself now.
He hasnât gone as far as taking a soulâ yet.
Even if Fionnâs morals have reduced to nothing, he hasnât crossed the line yet, but his mind is fragile and itâll only take a simple push for him to turn back to his old ways.
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He had sunk back into the tub, the chipping porcelain enamel rough against his back in Fionnâs absence. His stomach felt heavy, as though he was filled with the weight of the dirt and grime that surrounded him. Just outside of the iron shell that was suppose to clean him of those lingering memories was a piece of that night itself, tucked away in Fionnâs pocket like a trophy. Blue laid back, but the water lapped at his ears from Fionnâs abrupt flee and that drowning sensation returned. He sat upright again, arm dripping, and pushed him aside to see.
âWhy do you have it?â There was no use in asking what it was, knowing damn well heâd only deny it. âFi, why do you have it with you?â
He tried to get a better look, but there was no attempt to be made in moving Fionn. Not in his opinions, or physically. He could barely push his shoulder back, hand slick from the water. He found himself pressing his hands into his chest, digging his fingers into him to get him to move and to remind himself that this could be a mistake. To remember that Fi was still soft flesh and bone. But god, did he want to push him aside on that tile and leave him to watch the tub drain on his own.
âOf all things to take, you took that? Why take anything at all?â
...
He shut off all emotions, refusing to feel in that moment with Blue. The nightmares were an ever present being hanging over him, like a demon waiting to take him to hell. The two were in purgatory: still in the relationship, even though he knew Blue was no longer Blue. All Fionn wished he did differently that night was tear those other vamps to fucking shreds. "it's nothing, I promise," his hands found his cheeks. He wondered if the real Blue was somewhere deep inside, begging to be let out.
Blue tried to grab on to what was in his hand, but he refused, protecting Blue,for as long as he could, "I took it on a whim," he finally told him, "I wanted to toss it and then I didn't." He looked away from him, not wanting his brown eyes to bear into his soul. "I keep it to remind myself of what happened to you,â he mumbled.
âThe hell have ye been up tae?â Itâs not the place to ask. Itâs not like itâs an uncommon thing, a throng of vampires lounging around in one lavish space drinking from all sorts of fancy glasses and people right out in the open. Rome is somewhere they thrive, thereâs so many of them, theyâre bound to all get together and doâŚJamie thinks they are essentially at, what he feels like after attending college with mortals, a vampire frat party. Itâs fancier than that, it always is, but itâs essentially the same kind of thing. They dress up, they eat people while laying on chaises, they drink blood out of vintage glasses, but itâs all the same thing, wrapped up prettier than some poorly lit beer pong party. He and Fionn are off in a corner where they can wave off the several pretty mortals making doe eyes at any vampire they saw. âThought ye might have swam back tae Ireland by now.â He wouldnât blame him, itâs not like heâs been around to offer a lot of support in person after the Otherworld incident, but heâs there now. Heâs there now and he has half a mind to offer Fionn to stay at his place just so he can be certain nothing is going to happen to the prominent Juno vampire in his life. @shiveringteethâ
...
Only spiraling. Fionn thought to himself.
âFine,â he mumbled. Outwardly, Fionn looked great, better than he had in decades. He was feeding more frequently, taking more than enough constantly. For once, he didnât embody the famine that took his life, but then there was the thought of Blue, or whatever he was now laid in the back of his skull, scratching, begging to be released. The realization of what had happened to the human weighed heavily on him: the one person he swore to keep safe was dead, and something else took place in him. Inside, Fionn was losing himself slowly.
The whispers that Blue murmured late at night, buried under covers that neither of them needed weighed heavily on him: kill them all. Every last one of those vampires who were involved that night, Blue urged him to take care of and as much as he wanted to take back what they stole, the small consciousness, a remnant of his soul appealed to the human he once was. Fionn knew they were Marsâ vamps, always on their quest for power and prominence. Right now, in the bar, his senses were getting scrambled, the sheer amount of humans here providing for their vampire was massive, but he tried to dull the urges. Fionn still hadnât crossed the line he once did, doing his best to avoid souls, but he came to realize that no matter how many people he fed off of, there was always a thirst left behind.
âIâve thought about it,â he said quietly, smirking back to his friend, âBl-â he stopped himself, âsomething is keeping me here,â he admitted. He missed home, but now it was a place that held a lot of misery, âprobably will be in Rome for at least another century,â his finished the blood in his glass quickly, signalling for another.
The creature wasnât nearly the enigma sheâd initially thought him to be. He was just a man who wandered an edge, likely certain he could fix himself upon an abyss and spend eternity gazing into the murky depths below. Viola had been at this for far longer than the other had been either dead or alive and she knew that you could either step forward or step back, you couldnât stand upon the cliff for long. Violaâs nature was that of corruption, manipulation, a whisper here, some encouragement there - sheâd watched kings go mad and cities burn to the ground. Even now when Viola was certain that this time would be different she found herself incapable of change, she damned those for their pride and sent soul after soul to the circle sheâd crawled from. Ego was easiest to feed, this one wouldnât be any different.Â
âThatâs one way to piss off a crowd.â Viola remarked instead, dark eyes fixed upon his as she spoke, âItâll get you killed some day. These people youâre fighting wonât take kindly to being made a fool of, sparing their life isnât the mercy you think it is.â There was truth to her words, pride and arrogance were the foundation upon which this ring was built, and the creatures who threw themselves into the ring were desperate. Retaliation was inevitable. âBut I suppose you donât care if they come for you.â
...
âDoes it look like I care what the crowd thinks?â His words held no weight behind it, knowing the last time he got too cocky Blue paid the ultimate price. Fionn still didnât understand what Blue became, unsure if he was even Blue anymore. The only thing that he felt after the realization of what happened that night was rage all aimed towards the vampires who had done it to him. He kept all that anger inside of him as he had done for years. It was better to keep it all in.
Did he wish to get killed? Sometimes, he thought he would be better off that way, just staked at the heart, or decapitation and all the suffering would end, but then he met Blue and it changed everything. Even if the two were fleeting, that there was an expiration date, he still wanted to be with him. Now, with Blueâs current state, things were different. Was he even Blue? Or just some foreign interloper playing the part? It was a question he wasnât sure he wanted the answer to. He stopped, looking over his shoulder at her, âwhoâs going to come for me?â Fionn got used to looking over his shoulder since the attack and wondered if the creature knew something he didnât.
open to: fionn callaghan | @shiveringteethâ
location: blue & fionnâs apartment
The water was growing colder now, and this was one Blueâs terms to finally pull himself out of the water once and for all. Heâd spend hours lying there, head just above the surface, to see how far he could go and how still he could lie. He craved the desperation of those breaths, wondering just how much he could convince himself he needed them. He used it to remind himself that he was, in fact, not drowning. All it did, though, was weigh him down with water in his lungs and nothing more.
Sometimes Fionn was a better reminder in the figurative sense, a force that was stronger than any physical threat Blue had faced in a long time. Heâd interrupt the calm of the water, the quiet bursts of soap just at the top filling the silence just barely over his feigned breathing. Fionn would send out ripples and waves to break the wallow Blue sat in for hours. Heâd do it to remind himself that he was clean of mistakes from the past, that the water and soap had done its job and there was separation between now and then until Fionn came in and showed what dirty really was.
He should have gotten out, but instead, he reached over from between the man to turn on the faucet once more. Even Fionnâs presence wasnât warm enough to make the lukewarm water worth lingering in. As he fought the rusty handle, something in the corner of his eye flickered from the bathroom floor under the dull lighting. Blue leaned over the edge of the tub. His movements were slow, barely a wake where they both lied as he stared at it. There was no fucking way.
âWhat the hell is that?â
...
Nothing had been the same since that night. Fionn had to come to terms with his actions and Blue was no longer the same man he had met on that fateful New Years Eve. Neither could remain unchanged after what happened, but Fionn still adored the man that shared the small tub with him. He did what had to be done to protect the makeshift family he earned despite the problems he had to endure. The two were silent, Fionn enjoying Blue's company despite it as his calloused and scared fingers danced over his lover's skin.
The cold water didn't bother him, not when he was with Blue, he was at peace. His eyes felt heavy as he relaxed, not worrying about a thing until Blue's voice brought him back to the present, "huh?" He was confused as to what the other was pointing at, until he realized exactly what it was he was referring to. Swallowing, he quickly shook his head as he pushed himself out of the tub, reaching to grab the item away from Blue's view, "it's nothing, don't worry about it," he mumbled, not wanting to fight. He grabbed it after everything was said and done, tucking it into his back pocket and he never tossed it. A token to remember that night.
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location: faerie grounds
notes: You up?
Technically, Zeke was thrall to a number of vampires. He wouldnât call himself promiscuous, but he liked what he liked, and what he liked most of all was feeling needed. Wanted. Vampires gave him that since he wasnât getting it from anywhere else. The faerie court was crammed with an abundance of fey and if the vampire population wasnât struggling to keep themselves under control then they were probably lying. Zeke could tell at least one was⌠Upset⌠and tracking him down had been a simple enough task. âYou okay?â The question was kind of left to float in the air between them, he could feel the otherâs tension⌠His hunger. âWe can talk, you know. Like before, orâŚ?â
...
The scent was overpowering and knew it would be a risk to even come tonight, but it felt as if there was some invisible tether, pulling him closer to the masquerade. There was conflict bubbling up inside of him, one that was hard to fight and he could feel himself waver in his morals. The entire court, he imagined what it would be like to drain them of their blood, their souls and even if he tried to push those thoughts out of his mind, they lingered, dancing in his head. Until he heard the voice he had expected disrupted and derailed his concerns. Swallowing, he shook his head, âno, Iâm fine,â he lied easily, but the other would know he wasnât. Zekeâs blood thumping through his veins reverberated in his ear drums, it was so easy to tap his foot to the beat, even if it wouldnât be as sweet as the others, âI should have fed before,â he mumbled.
Now that I've shed my skin, you can tell I'm brighter than ever
The flood has washed my bitter design
Polished in every way
I am coming clean into love
August wasnât exactly friendly by nature but this was business and if the vampire needed a daylight ring then that was something he could easily provide. It helped that the other was something to look at as well, but he wouldnât pay that compliment to the otherâs claymation face. August thumbed the ring between his fingers as he examined its detailing more closely, it was pretty banged up to but lucky for this vampire August happened to know a jeweller who could probably bring it back to be about as good as new. Though, sheâd have her own little fee attached as well August could call it good business. âReturn after the full moon, Iâll have it ready for you then. Bring the blood too.â
...
Leather boots stomped along the old cobblestone road, splashing in puddles as he made his way towards the witches shop. Blood bags tucked against his chest, hidden away in his jacket. Fionn knew the value of what he kept concealed and knew the implication of selling it away. Discreet was the idea as he trekked across the city, the blanket of night protecting him. What he He was forced to take shelter during the day without his ring and it was sending him into madness.
It was after hours, nobody would be around except for him and the witch that towered over him. He just hoped it wouldnât hurt too much. âHere, I got what you needed,â Setting the bags on the counter, a little more than a pint for good measure. He just hoped to get back to doing what he came to Rome for: figuring out what happened to Blue.
She smiles, there is a certain level that she operates at owning a bar catered to vampires. She muddles the sugar, sugar cubes that are stained crimson. Adds the king cube, pours the whiskey and splashes two drops of bitters in that carried a vermillion shade. An orange slice, zest of lemon and a cherry to garnish the drink. She enjoys bartending, makes drinks for others behind the bar as her staff work the room. Places down a napkin and his drink. âHope you enjoy.â She hopes its to his liking but she wouldnât blame him if it didnât work, it was a recipe built for vampires who fed from blood â soul energy was a unique path to walk as a vampire. âHow is your night so far?â She does care â she has a loyalty to her species, even as her relationship with Mars is complicated.Â
...
Fionn watched Ayla carefully craft the spirit, the swirling liquid carrying that tinge of red his kind craved. For him though, it didnât affect him in that way. All it was, was just a means to survive a little bit longer. For most of his life, he was always on the edge of starving and he became used to it, but blood wasnât the vice he craved. He wondered if being able to absorb souls was a curse or a burden. Blood could always regenerate, come back and continue a humanâs puny mortal life, but souls, once taken were gone for good. Other than the few years of complete moral ambiguity, Fionn put humanâs before himself.Â
âThank you,â he mumbled, taking a sip of the cocktail, noting the flavors that intermingled on his tongue, âitâs good, itâll help for just a little longer,â he teased. He thought about her question as he shrugged, âitâs been alright,â he didnât want to tell her that he spent the earlier half chasing his human companion through the city until he was stopped at a blockade that included a bar full of lycans. It frustrated him to no end when Blue would do that, knowing he couldnât talk to him that way. âItâs hard to explain,â he said truthfully, âbut, Iâm here now and this is a good drink.âÂ
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Although Ayla was a vampire devoted to her bloodline, it didnât mean she couldnât have sympathy for the others. Juno and Venus were never enemies and a threat against any vampire currently was a thread against them all. A leech thatâs what had been discovered by Tiber river this morning, a vampires body drained of life with bites of its own kind being its demise. It was a dark reach for power and Ayla made a point to visit the place of Juno, to pay her respect to the clan. It was how she came across Fionn, a smile in greeting. âAfternoon Fionn, how are you?â Knowing that the vampiric connection to their coven and death of member could be emotional. She brought a crystal decanter full of the finest blood as a bereavement gift for the coven.Â
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Fionn didnât have much in the way of family. His human one died long ago and he cut ties to his sire before ever knowing if there were others sired by them. It was a wonder what he was even doing at the Juno palace today. Everybody mourned loss differently, but he didnât feel much at the loss of their magister, other than the biological one everyone in Juno felt. The only family he had now, was Blue, he reminded himself and he ruined him. There was a funeral, a whole thing they had going on for their fallen brother and it was so much more ornate than the one he remembered back from his time being human. There was a certain point where death came so frequently, those who died from the famine were tossed in a large pit after the cemetery became unavailable to any more occupants. He saw Ayla and wondered what she was doing here, âIâm doing alright, given the circumstances,â he nodded towards the mourners, âwasnât expecting you to be here.â He wanted to thank her for thinking of his own line at this time, but his eyes flickered to the decanter full of blood and questioned when he fed last.
The accent was nice, charming. It sounded further away than Ireland really was, Zeke liked that, like he could close his eyes, listen to the other, and suddenly they werenât going to be in the backroom of some blood bar in Rome. This city was home, but his home was filled with people whoâd love to see him fall. Here he could close his eyes, Ireland sounded nice. âIs it⌠me⌠or?â Zeke asked, curious, he was a witch, most vampires had their teeth in his neck already but this one seemed to be into edging. That was cool too. âHonestly, bit nervous, I guess. Youâre kind of rubbing off on me.â He joked good-naturedly, leaning in a bit, âBut you look⌠Dunno, hungry? Whenâs the last time you fed?â Zeke didnât mean to pry, but the other had opened the field for conversation and he was inherently chatty by nature.Â
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His face turned as the other wondered if he was the reason for Fionnâs misery, ânot you at all,â he usually wouldnât go and make deals with mortals, using them as blood bags, not when Blue gave him whatever he needed... Fionn wondered if this would be considered cheating in the eyes of normal people, but shook the thought out of his head. It wasnât entirely selfless, Blue had told Fionn how he felt after he fed on him and knew there was nothing like it. Still, the guilt weighed heavily on him. A small smile appeared on his lips, âI really hope not.â Fionn hadnât always been like this: he remembered the times when he was ruthless when it came to feeding himself. He would take mortals, use them, drain them of any life they had left and move on to the next. Even after he stopped, he would still feed normally and he never worried. His worries didnât begin until that night in Ireland when Blue was attacked and ever since it had gotten worse with every day that passed. âIs there anything I can do to ease your mind?â He asked, hoping that he could help assuage any worry Zeke had. âItâs been awhile,â he admitted, knowing he always pushed the edge further and further each time, but wondered if he should share his concerns. Fionn had always been secretive, going back to when he was human and concealed his own sexuality in puritanical Ireland.
