- ̗̀ 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓃.

IT WAS HARD TO SAY THAT he was surprised by the response he had gotten. they had known each other since grade school, — kindergarten, really — and one could even go so far as to call them best friends, but even andrew wasn’t protected to her sharp tongue and even sharper words. it was just the way yuri was, and at this point, despite it all, he had taught himself how to be immune to her sneers.

after all, he knew her well enough to understand that she never meant it. not with him. never with him. andrew entertained that thought with a small smile flitting on his lips. but that sincere small smile didn’t stick, instead morphing into a more playful, smug grin when he brought his gaze back to yuri.

he hadn’t missed her state of dress — or rather, undress. but they were andrew and yuri, and this wasn’t the first time he’d seen her this bare. nor would it be the last. and none of that mattered right now anyways. choosing not to comment on it, he lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “maybe you don’t,” he agreed. “but you also think that you could singlehandedly take on the entire vampire population.” 

it was a flaw, really. one that both of them shared. they thought they were untouchable, invincible to all the harm that could fall upon them. and maybe, just maybe, the recent turns of event was making andrew realize that. the thought soured him just a bit, so he focused on his friend — standing in nothing but a silk robe, glaring down at him — instead. undeterred, he took a step closer towards her. “so, in conclusion, i wouldn’t say you’re the best judge of what trouble you’re in.” he went on. “and besides, you like trouble. isn’t that why you like having me around so much?”

a smirk now rested on his features. andrew, one, yuri, zero.

" I   DON’T   THINK,   I   KNOW   i   could, ”    yuri   sniffed,   gathering   the   silk   of   her   robe   into   her   fist   as   she   closed   off   any   visual   access   to   her   cleavage   he   previously   had.   annoyance   flashed   through   her   once   the   weight   of   his   gaze   shifted   back   to   her   and   she   moved   towards   the   bathroom   door,   a   clear   dismissal.   “ no   vampire   would   dare   lay   their   hands   on   me.   christian   was   easy   pickings   because   they   were   a   human.   they’re   too   fragile   for   our   world,   even   the   vanderbilts.   they   just   don’t   realize   it   until   its   too   late   and   their   necks   are   between   the   teeth   of   beasts. ”    she   began   to   run   her   bath,   letting   her   hand   move   under   the   spray   of   water   to   check   the   temperature   as   she   perched   herself   on   the   side   of   the   tub.

andrew   wasn’t   someone   she   would    call   a   friend   —  yuri   didn’t   have   friends.   minions   and   people   who   were   pawns   in   her   game   were   not   worth   her   time   for   something   so   fleeting   as   friendship.   it   had   always   been   her   and   it   would   always   remain   that   way.   it   was   the   natural   order   of   things   and   she   was   content   to   leave   it   that   way.

“ i   don’t   like   having   you   around.   you’re   a   nuisance   that   won’t   go   away.   the   only   trouble   i’m   ever   in   is   the   one   you   create. ”   she   purposely   angled   her   back   towards   him,   finally   stopping   the   water   once   it   reached   an   acceptable   level.  “ now,   let   me   take   my   bath   in   peace.   slither   on   out   of   here   the   way   you   came. ”

❛ you’ll have to fall in line. you’re not the only one that wants a piece of what i have. believe it or not, my fur is way more valuable than this second handed designer bag. ❜  people tried to put a hit on his head a few years back, making him an actual high valued target. mocking chuckle bursted out of him, not biting a second into that weak attempt of a threat.  ❛ but i’d actually love to see you try to do anything that would require to get your hands dirty. ❜  as entertaining as it was to see her get worked up over her bag, she obviously wouldn’t let him walk out of the room with anything that was hers. and he didn’t exactly fancy a night in the backroom of the quarter moon. he would just have to remember that next time he wanted to scam her, he’d have to be quicker. philip returned the bag to its rightful owner. ❛ there. don’t go saying i never gave you anything. ❜

SNATCHING HER PURSE from out of his grip, yuri rifled through the contents pointedly to make sure nothing was missing. the last thing she needed was him maxing out her credit cards or selling her identity to some sketchy russian man on the internet. once everything was to her satisfaction, yuri held up one finger while holding eye contact with philip as she said, “one, they’ll move aside once they see the fury i’m emanating or they’ll be my next victims. two, i’m highly insulted that you would even insinuate that i would go near, much less buy, a second hand designer bag. i’m absolutely disgusted.” she wrinkled her nose, distaste etched onto her face. 

“and thirdly, obviously you don’t know me as well as you think you do. anyone who does would tell you that i make special exceptions for getting my hands dirty — and i certainly would if it meant your blood was on them.” yuri spun on her heel, making it halfway to the door before turning to look over her shoulder. “now, come buy me a drink.” 

❛ hey, i might not get the full value back of everything i snag, but since it was never mine to begin with, it’s still a better than not selling it. ❜  why would he care about the true worth of everything he got his hands on from the lost & found bin. a gain was a gain. eyes narrowed, arm stretched up to keep the bag out of reach. their height difference really came in handy when he wanted to keep her from getting something of his.  ❛ and knowing me, you should know that i’m not done yet. trying to pluck things away from me, who raised you to be rude like that? absolutely no class. ❜  mocking grin accentuated. teasing yuri truly never got old.  ❛ maybe i could just settle with selling the bag, then. ❜

"YOU WOULDN’T KNOW CLASS IF YOU HIT IT WITH A CAR,” yuri retorted, irritation evident in her face and body language. she wasn’t sure if he was waiting on her to jump on her heels or to get down on her knees to beg him; a comical image that would make — the great yuri song making a fool out of herself over her michael kors. “you should at least wash your hands before wiping your greasy paws all over the leather. it’s real in case you’re wondering, and i’d love to have a matching handbag made from your hide.” holding out her hand, she made a come hither motion as if expecting him to deposit it into her palm. “that’s what i’ll do to you if you don’t take your hands off what doesn’t belong to you. now be a good boy and hand me my purse.”

PRICKLING THE YOUNGER GIRL had became somewhat a hobby of his. unlike some people he knew, he harbored no hard feelings towards yuri, but the way she regarded him never seemed to fail to amuse cassius. and unfazed by her stare, he made no move to cover himself up and instead grinned down at her, responding with a, “i wasn’t trying to accomplish anything. but if that did something… well, that’s on you, isn’t it?” he turned around, rummaging into his bag for a clean shirt, still unbothered by her words. while those words could be constructed as a flirtatious remark to some, he and yuri knew each other well enough to know it meant nothing of that sort. “besides, shouldn’t you be glad that the lack of a shirt means it’ll be easier to sink a knife down my heart?”

ROLLING HER EYES, yuri stated crossly, “stabbing you sounds like a temptation that just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter. especially when i walk in on you shirtless in the employee break room.” fulgora was hardly the worst person she worked with, ( a certain werewolf certainly beat him at that ) but he clearly had a talent for getting under her skin. she tolerated him simply because he made her favorite drink the best out of any of the other bartenders at quarter moon. 

she crossed the room to set her purse down on the table towards the back of the room before turning back to cassius. “be careful, fulgora. we don’t want your girlfriend to see you carried out of here in a body bag, do we? don’t tempt me to stab you.” 

date: september 27, 10:31 pm. location: yuri’s bedroom.

“YOU,” ANDREW DECLARED, “are under house arrest.”

he wagged his finger in yuri’s general direction, before straightening himself up and dusting off the imaginary dirt on his pants. climbing up yuri’s apartment building was no hard task when one was a shifter, but still, andrew huffed as he pulled his friend’s window back down. and before she could say anything about his strange entrance, he waved her off. “associating with a faerie puts my life in danger. vampires love faerie blood, don’t they?” he prattled on. “so i needed to meet you discreetly.”

of course, none of that really worried andrew. it really was just his attempt of infuriating her. besides, if yuri were in trouble, he’d sooner be at her side fending off whatever trouble came her way than run in the other direction — not that he’d ever tell her that. but it was true that he hadn’t really wanted to deal with his mother’s overprotectiveness, hence sneaking out of his bedroom and into hers. and it was also true that he worried about yuri, because if a hungry vampire was on the loose, who knew what could happen to her? a vanderbilt dying was more than odd, and he also had to wonder if their killer had a thing for killing the rich of fairview. he turned to look at yuri. “well? we don’t want you getting in trouble now, do we?”

YURI’S BRUSH STILLED IN HER HAIR as andrew entered in through her window, her face pulling into a scowl at his sudden entrance. “what the hell are you talking about? you’re not putting me under house arrest. also, stop using my window as a way into my apartment or i’ll have it nailed shut.” she slammed her brush onto the vanity, twirling around in her seat to fix her glare onto his face. “i was about to take a bath, leave. go harass someone else if you’re bored.” 

christian vanderbilt’s death was a shock across the community, but it hardly concerned her. a vampire hadn’t laid a hand on a song in centuries and to do so again would be suicide. she was secure in her knowledge that abel elswood wouldn’t try something so foolish again. at least, not with their family. 

yuri stood, drawing the silk of her robe closer to her body as she sneered, “i’m twenty-one, i don’t need a babysitter. the only one who’s trouble around here, is you.”

▤ = falling asleep on them.

@wclfhq

THE PERSON NEXT TO HER MUST HAVE A DEATH WISH, she decided. a person who wanted to live would decidedly not fall asleep on song yuri, therefore it was easy to conclude that the man who was currently resting his head on her shoulder simply didn’t want to see the next morning. “have you lost your mind?” she spat out, roughly yanking her shoulder out from beneath him, letting his weight unbalance him from his stool at the bar. “do i look like a bed and breakfast? get the fuck off of me unless you want me to put you into a more permanent type of sleep.”

something he could only describe as an annoying voice rang at his ears, breaking the intimacy he thought he had, catching him red handed.  ❛ oh it’s yours? plenty more reasons to see what you’re hiding, then. ❜  he hadn’t bothered looking at any i.d. cards through the small lived thievery. those weren’t of any value to him. though, if he dug enough, there’s bound to be people willing to pay for some forged identification papers. a thought he’d have to keep in mind. nonetheless, his search went on, picking up the bag up as he sat on the table it laid on. no point in hiding anymore, right?

unfortunately, nothing caught light brown eyes at first glance. ❛  you mean to tell me you have all of this junk, but not a single piece of jewlery worth reselling? you disappoint me.  ❜  truthfully, all he had been looking for was some damn gum. a night of talking and being offered tequila shots often resulted in pasty mouth.  ❛ or are they kept in the smaller pockets?  ❜ a daring look over at his coworker matched a dauntless grin, fingers reaching for said compartment. you had to live under a rock to ignore how yuri was feeling about her belongings. but you had to be utterly dense to think he cared about it.

“I’M SORRY TO DISAPPOINT YOU, but i’m hardly as dense as you are. i’d never carry my valuables around in my purse — god knows you’d try to sell them to the pawn shop where they’d sit in a filthy case for years. you wouldn’t know the first thing about properly handling and selling a tiffany ring.” she glided across the room, attempting to snatch the purse from out of his grip. “of course, knowing you, you’d sooner steal my credit card and try to go on a shopping spree for booze and dog toys.” 

☾ = being found shirtless.

WHEN YURI HAD COME INTO WORK THAT EVENING, the last thing she had expected to walk in on in the staff room was cassius fulgora in all his shirtless glory. she wrinkled her nose in disgust, freezing in her tracks by the doorway. “and just what is it that you hope to accomplish by standing shirtless in the middle of the employee break room? are you trying to blind me with your repulsive body?”

HE COULD HAVE BEEN  playing the new spider-man game right now .  but nope .  stuck at work for at least another four hours .  and absolutely nothing was happening .  which was typical as of late .  but a job was a job and anything that paid enough to keep him out of the baines family home was good enough for him .  chiming was heard— the bell over the door echoing through the otherwise quiet room .  it was enough to make him sit up in his chair ,  but not look up from his internet browsing on his phone  .          ❛  welcome to flo’s motel .  ❜

AN ANCIENT CHIME sounded off yuri’s entrance into the tacky motel lobby. a bright array of colors ranging from orange to green to fuchsia assaulted her eyes as she made her way to the front desk where her favorite plaything sat. “i almost didn’t see you there. you look almost as tawdry as this festering eyesore is. i suppose it does make sense that you work here though…” she trailed off, making a show of looking around the room histrionically before letting her eyes settle back on asher. “after all, they say the jobs you choose are generally a reflection of your soul.”

▓ = caught stealing their belongings.

@krudelis.

POSSESSIVE WAS A TRAIT yuri possessed in spades – she had been known for it since she was a child and would continue to carry the image of being proprietorial through adulthood. knowing this reputation proceeded her, she often left her things out in the open, knowing no one would dare touch what belonged to her unless they wanted to face her wrath.

this was why, one late friday night as quarter moon was shutting down the front of the club, yuri found herself struck dumb. philip dwyer stood with his back to the door, hand shoved in her michael kors as he rooted around like a common petty thief. yuri leaned against the doorway, crossing her arms against her chest as she said, “and what do you think your filthy paws are doing in my purse, philip? you strike me more as a louis vuitton man.”

✉ → text from: minion

SONG YURI ( CIS FEMALE & SHE/HER )? oh, aren’t they the TWENTY-ONE year old FAERIE who works as a DJ at QUARTER MOON? word on the streets is that they are ZEALOUS & INVENTIVE, but they can also be OBSTINATE & OVERINDULGENT. by the way, they look eerily similar to JENNIE KIM, don’t they? ( admin ciel / 21 / est / bun/buns )