#ang3lmoans

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Salem was sitting at the bar, sipping away his favorite concoction—tropical redbull mixed with vodka. He just needed a night out to destress, especially after a long day at work and having to deal with his brothers’ nonsense. Salem sighed and looked at all his surroundings, from watching the dance floor to glancing around the bar. Oh how he wished he wasn’t alone, but it’s not like he really had friends to call up.

He may need another drink.

As his amber eyes scanned the room again, he couldn’t help but notice someone on the other side of the building locking eyes with him. Shyly, Salem looks away and just focuses on taking more sips from his drink.

When you have lived for two and a half centuries living became a wheel, a cycle, years of gut-wrenching sorrow inducing despair followed by the height of hedonism followed by brief moments of genuine moments worth savoring and the cycle continued...on...and on...and on....and on. Rinse. Wash. Repeat.

This time something changed. The wheel only broke with effort and whether he was chasing the end of provoking his kind by advertising his vampiric nature in a popular rock band no less or he was attention seeking from his kind that fact was true, this spade of hedonism was different, he simply existed more openly. The music, the parties, the people. Ah, that is what made unlife worth enduring, the people.

No, no genuinely he is the most beautiful man you would have ever met someone in Lestat's entourage was bigging up this club's...what was the name of it again?...doesn't matter, what mattered was that apparently this angel was the most beautiful man. The club was peculiar in it's opulent theme of a gilded cage, that was for sure.

Just don't mention anchovies.

"How would that topic ever come up..Hello?" His 'friend' abandoned the conversation, waving them to follow him. "Joshua...how would that topic ever come up?" the vampire asked again.

Do you want to talk or do you want to see the most divine man you ever seen dance, man.

"I would like an answer" An answer he would not get as they were all lead to the VIP area and this Joshua trying to impress Lestat would go whisper to whomever to arrange for 'Angel' to make a prompt appearance boasting to his connections that there had not been a whale in this club's history as lucrative as this rockstar, trust me.

Ever since their first meeting, Jax had been front and center in Jiho's mind. He had never felt the ways that Jax had managed to make him feel and it was hard to get it off of his mind. He had gotten a contract in place and sent that to Jax, followed shortly by some potential listings. After Jax had signed it and picked out his favorites, Jiho had taken time to find the apartment that suited both of their needs. It had all the amenities that Jax requested plus it was a short ride from his office. Plus it was on the top floor which made windows a non-issue. It wasn't like anyone would ever be able to see inside of the place.

Checking his phone, Jiho noticed the car he had sent was arriving. Trying his best to look relaxed, Jiho took a seat on the couch, sipping at a glass of whiskey. When he heard the door open, he quickly jumped to his feet, walking towards the other. "Hello! Welcome." He still wasn't totally sure how to act, but he was much more comfortable now that they weren't in his office. "I have all the papers to sign the place over to you. It's all paid off and it will be totally yours. Exactly what was promised."

Felix looked the stranger over carefully. Their words said one thing, but their energy suggested something else entirely. Fair enough. Maybe they were upset about the spill, but it had not been intentional, and no one had forced them to wear a suit.

@ang3lmoans ;; action intimacy prompts

[cup.] sender holds receiver’s face in their hands and kisses them tenderly.

Lestat wanted to be kissed,he was so affection starved that the moment Angel took the plunge and held his face in his hands he hoped what would follow would be a good kiss and oh, oh it was. Tender and soft but so full of affection from a young man that was learning again to show it, that exploring it was safe and that he could seek it.

His hands rested above Angel's first and then slid up his arms to his shoulders, squeezed them and then one to his back to bring him a little closer as the other held the back of Angel's head gently, fingertips caressing his hair.

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