Halt: swears high and low he hates dancing, but when it’s Pauline or Crowley asking, he will gladly join them on the dance floor. If it’s a public event, he will do one dance with them, and then retake his seat, but if he’s at home, their dance sessions can take a little longer. Pauline or Crowley will provide the music by humming a tune. One some rare occasions, Alyss and Will join in and Will will play some songs on his mandola. Halt’s actually quite good at dancing, thanks to his ranger training.

Pauline: loves a good dance. She’ll gladly twirl around on the dance floor with her friends. You can catch her randomly bursting out in a song or humming a tune when she’s in a good mood. When Crowley’s around, he’ll immediately chime in, which annoys the living hell out of Halt (at least that’s what he pretends. Pauline and Crowley know better.)

Crowley: not that good of a dancer, but makes up for it with enthusiasm. Is absolutely that kind of guy that randomly starts twerking in the middle of the dance floor. Is also that kinda guy that gets the vibe going: his energy is infectious, and when he starts dancing & vibing, the other people in the room won’t take long to follow.

Gilan: biggest partier in the room. Can’t dance for the life of him, but that absolutely doesn’t stop him from vibing to the music. The type of guy to sing in the shower like they’re giving a concert, ignoring the fact that his singing is more shouting and completely off tune. 

Horace: everyone seems to think that he wouldn’t be a good dancer, but can actually dance quite well and really enjoys twirling Cassie around the ballroom. He’s the kind of dad that took every opportunity to dance with his daughter. 

Because of this, Maddie’s also quite a good dancer, although she’s a bit more shy about it. The only people she’ll dance with are her parents, and maybe Will and Alyss.

Cassandra is the best dancer of everyone. She tremendously enjoyed dance classes as a kid, and never stopped trying to improve her dancing. It’s an absolute delight to watch her float across the room. 

Duncan & Arald are a bit the same when it comes to dancing: they know how to dance, don’t look too bad while doing it, and make up for the rest with enthusiasm. 

George: can’t dance for the life of him, and doesn’t really enjoy it either. He prefers to watch and enjoy his food & drinks in peace, although he’ll join his friends when the mood’s right.

Jenny will often join him, cause she’s not the biggest fan of dancing either, especially when people are watching, but she enjoys the music, so she prefers to watch the others. Sometimes you’ll catch her and George swaying to the music together somewhere a bit more to the side, they prefer not to be in the middle of it all.

Stig & Hal (cause these two absolutely belong together): will take any opportunity to dance together. They’re not exceptional dancers, but because they’re so in sync with each other, you don’t really notice. Stig’s favourite move is lifting Hal up and twirling him in the air. Preferably when he can catch Hal off guard, cause that will send Hal into a fit of giggles.

Lydia & Ingvar look the cutest while dancing. Ingvar’s really scared of accidentally stepping on Lydia’s toes, so Lydia will whisper the steps to him. That way he doesn’t have to focus that much and he can enjoy the dance so much more. They always take it slow and keep it simple, but that’s exactly the way they like it. Most of the time, they’re the last to leave the dance floor.

When it comes to the rest of the herons, Edvin stays a bit more to the side, while Jesper and Stefan are in the middle of the dance floor, probably performing some sort of impromptu dance routine that looks an awful lot like the kind of dance you would perform for your parents when you wanted your best friend to sleep over. Ulf and Wulf are either the background dancers, or performing their own dance routine. It’s uncanny how in sync they are.

Erak & Svengal are … well, dancing. They’re certainly moving their bodies in ways that aren’t the usual. They got vibes though, so it’s okay.

Thorn’s dancing with Karina. They’re the most gracious of the Skandians on the dance floor. They also only have eyes for each other, and won’t really notice they’re the only ones still dancing while everyone’s watching them until the music stops.

The last time Jesse can remember anyone celebrating his birthday, he was around nine or ten years old. He was just about to start big boy middle school, and spent nearly a month begging his mom any time he could to invite some of his old friends over to skate around the neighbourhood. He ended up being so excited to be the centre of attention that he tried to impress them all: he ended up knocking the edge of his wheel over the sidewalk, chipping one of his front teeth, and was banned from ever skateboarding again. 

The last thing he could remember, as he sat with his knees to his chest crying in a puddle on the road, was his dad shaking his head and his friends scattering off back to their homes. The worst part, though, was the fact that all his friends ignored him once they started school, and blanked him as he started is downward spiral to the bottom of the class and straight into the wrong crowd.

Ever since then, it’s just been Jesse himself on his birthday. Alone in whatever room he’s shacked up inside, or out on the streets, sitting under the bleak lamplight of whatever bus stop he’s trying to hunch up and escape the night chill from. As he straddles the bench, he usually sniffs and rubs the back of his nose with his oversized sleeve; he sinks down, letting his beanie slip over his face and pretending no one can see the fact that he’s sitting in the outskirts of the city unwrapping a cupcake for himself. He’s also pretending that those aren’t tears slipping down his cheek and wetting the chocolate frosting, just remnants of the bus that had just splashes past and soaked his dirty trainers. He closes his eyes as he takes the first bite, the first thing he’s eaten today, as he pretends he’s back home with his brother and not shivering in his lightweight hoodie, feeling like the loneliest tumbleweed blowing lost in the biting wind.

So getting him to celebrate his birthday without breaking down into tears is... an ordeal in itself. To be completely honest, he spends most of his birthday morning pretending he doesn’t remember why the day is special at all. Cue him spending nearly an hour in the bathroom pretending he’s standing under a steaming shower when he’s actually just sitting on the toilet, smoking a joint out the window and hiding - he’s just so tired, man.

He nearly drops his jaw in shock when he finally opens the door and sees you standing next to his bed, surrounded by your sweet attempt at decorating: a few balloons are tied to the post, a plate of homemade cake and a present wrapped with a slightly askew glittery bow resting on his bedside table. At first you think that he’s sick - perhaps injured? He’s just standing there, stock still in his boxer shorts. He’s rubbing his hands together like a cricket, but his face is literally frozen in shock as he sways from side to side. Then he just... bursts out crying. Like full on blood shot eyes, sinking down to his knees, his heart bursting out like a tired child begging for tenderness. He can’t help the wail that bubbles out from his chapped lips when you anchor him, tugging him against you and just sitting on the floor for a while until he’s had his fill of fisting your shirt and placating himself with sobs against your belly button.

After about half an hour of rubbing his back, tracing the moles against the dip of his spine like alighting the constellations with your fingers, you finally manage to bring him to a stand and leave him to get dressed as you cook breakfast. You sizzle some bacon and eggs for him in the sole very, very dinged frying pan he owns. He comes sniffing down the corridor in a pair of jeans and a low cut shirt like he’s a ‘looney tunes’ character floating on air, the grin of pure delight on his exhausted face as he spots you plating it up making your heart sing. The two of you lounge on the living room mattress; Jesse leans back against your chest, bumping your chin and itching it with his light line of stubble from time to time as he leans back and takes the bits of bacon you’re feeding him from your swooping fork. He makes you laugh as he bites harshly, before gnashing his teeth towards you like a snarling dog, finishing with a soft, lingering, eggy kiss against the bottom edge of your lips.

He gets to choose his birthday activity again, and he nearly explodes with adolescent glee!! It’s been in his head since Saul suggested it, so the two of you end up getting strapped up and playing laser tag. He’s always been handy, and to be completely honest he’s so nervous today that he wants to keep his shaking hands busy for as long as possible. The set of him ducking behind camo coloured blocks and trying to roll out of the way of other kids’ blasts only to end up sausage rolling along the soda soaked floor lmaoo. He ends up creeping up behind you, kicking your heels and trapping you underneath the hump of one of the bridges. Your back hits the wall, Jesse shoving you into the darkness as he reaches up to fervently kiss you, catching you off guard with the way his arm winds around your waist. Not one to lose though, you lick his bottom lip and distract him from the fact that he’s smirking against your mouth while you’re simultaneously sliding your fingers down to his thigh and taking his fake gun out of its holster. When he finally pulls back against the flashing red neon alarm light that’s started hollering, he winks at you as he goes to draw it against your chest... only for you to shove him off and go giggling out onto the floor.

He acts so offended when the two of you leave, beelining straight for the nearby bar menu and ordering a hot dog to share on your way home. With one arm around your neck, and the other shoving the food away from his chewing mouth and back to yours, he starts giggling as you wander down the pavement. With the sun beginning to set against the empurpled flush of the dusty skyline, a few pedestrians give the two of you odd looks as the chuckling catches on and you both end up doubled over each other laughing. 

‘Yes! That’s my badass baby right there! Right on!’ 

👯Threesome? Foursome? Orgy?

This is Bloodbound, you already know the answer to that lol. Jasmine very happily embraces an intense bisexual vampire polycule with Adrian, Jax, Lily, Kamilah, and Nikhil. Threesomes, foursomes, and orgies are very common for them. And she will indeed do all the threesome scenes + the Bacchanalia orgy scene in Book 3.

💌What do they seek out in terms of sexual compatibility?

Mostly basic stuff I think? Like having sexual preferences that align with hers (eg. since she prefers to top men, she actively seeks out men who are vers or bottom); though she is flexible, and generally will try to find some common ground with a partner she likes. Also, people who don't pathologize the fact that she's a (non-op) trans woman and can just be normal about it.

Generally she does prefer someone she has some level of closeness/familiarity with, but every now and then she may like to take a bit of a risk and sleep with someone like Priya or Dracula, just for the adrenaline rush.

🩷Do they prefer soft sex, or rough sex?

She enjoys all of it, but her favorite is probably somewhere in between, leaning more on the rough side. Passionate, but not mindlessly rough.

😍Do they see themself as sexually desirable?

She mostly hasn't thought much about it, but as she becomes more comfortable with her sexuality, she does start to perceive herself as sexually desirable.

❤️‍🔥Do they know their sexuality intimately or are they repressing some (or all) of their desires?

I feel like pre-Bloodbound, she did repress a lot of her sexuality. Post-transitioning, she would self-police a lot. She feared being labelled as "predatory" or "perverted" for expressing even the smallest bit of sexuality.