#cornelthecursed

secret relationship .

"Emporio by Armani, darling." Jared joked before he wrapped his arms around Cornel and held him close. They had been apart for a couple of weeks where Cornel returned to Europe and Jared had stayed behind to make sure that his club was doing well before joining the other vampire again. Jared had been curious about the other's place and about Italy... he wanted a holiday and where better to spend it than with Cornel?

"I've missed you too, it's been too long." He murmured as he pressed a kiss to the man's cheek and then to his neck. "I can only take so many phonecalls and internet... thingies." Jared sighed as he pulled back a little. "Travelling by plane is so... ugh..." He had to travel in cargo since there was daylight during the flight, which he did not like but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

Of course he felt at least a little bit guilty for dropping the issue like he had, but in his heart he couldn’t leave the girl there. Leoric had his house already full and coming from similar backgrounds as she did it tugged at his hear strings. His arm wrapped around the girl’s shoulder protectively keeping her behind his legs, no matter how transfixed her gaze was on the bowl of cereal. She was starving.

“Yes.” the vampire said carefully eyeing the boy in front of him. Granted if he didn’t want her staying here he wouldn’t keep her, perhaps let her sleep in the restaurant or something, he had a couch in his office, but all his worries were put to rest when Caleb agreed. Though the last question had teh vampire blush, look down on the floor while his hand rubbed the hairs at the back of his neck. “Yeah, that...” The girl tugged at his sleeve, looking up at him with big eyes clearly still too self conscious to speak or not being able to at all, he still had to figure that one out. “What is it, princess?” Her eyes darted towards the bowl on the kitchen island and he understood. “Sure...but first we need to wash you.” he breathed glancing over at Cal giving him a grateful look and a silent promise they could talk about this later.

“Okay...” Caleb didn’t know how to feel. Obviously the girl needed a home and he didn’t know her circumstances, but Caleb also was aware of how having children seemed to complicate things. On top of that, he felt like the girl was more for Cornel than for them together. Caleb could understand, wanting to fill the hole for what was lost, but he also understood that that often times wasn’t the way to deal with these things. He just watched Cornel take her away to wash her off. Too many questions and thoughts swirling in his head.

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“You know exactly what I mean,” Cara replied under her breath, her outward demeanor calm and controlled despite their current discussion. Because she had to appear nonchalant, she had to come off as someone who knew the man, or at least had reason to talk to him. Or the element of surprise - what little was working in their favor - would be blown. Which was why she offered him a small smile as she added, “Two men. One in the back left corner, the other in the back alley. Hunters. The type who kill indiscriminately. And not only that... They enjoy their job.” They didn’t just hunt. They tortured. They took pleasure in the kill. And, as far as Cara could tell - and she had been studying him - this vampire wasn’t hurting anyone. So she couldn’t just stand idly by and let him be brutally murdered.

Eva looked over at Cornel, taking in his words. She hadn’t expected him to say something like that. She had come to town and met him mostly by accident. Now, here he was saying that he’d never hurt her the same way. It had been a long time since she had felt that someone actually meant what they said. 

“You wouldn’t, would you.” She said. She didn’t even question it because she knew it was true. He didn’t seem the type to be like the others were. “That’s what makes you different. You actually care. Maybe not about everyone or everything, but when you do care, it’s real. And I appreciate that. It’s been a long time since... anyone has really cared about me.” She admitted. 

Cornel was not blind to knowing that Hades was a higher being. His blood smelled like nothing he had come across and even if he had a haunch that the name had some meaning to it, he didn’t ask. Always being respectful of the later-turned-out God. And he knew how much he liked things of higher quality. Despite his skills in the kitchen he never put himself up on a pedestal, no matter how many times others told him to. Yes he had decades upon decades to master the art of cooking, but it was something he enjoyed and not something he wanted to brag about.

So he didn’t find it strange in the slightest when the other took snippets of food whenever he was cooking for the two of them, until today. “Yes, guests.” he sighed rearranging the vegetables he had went through painstakingly cutting into shapes. The vampire didn’t even remember how he managed to lure the god of the Underworld to his side, but the fact stayed the two enjoyed each other’s company. Be it the liking to things classy or their personalities being almost the same, he didn’t know. Yet, he didn’t even second guess it.

“I thought you’d remember.” he pouted a little. It was not always that he introduced people to Leoric. Granted the Viking decided to use his visit by dropping his children off for the weekend, but he knew as well that it must be someone important to the younger vampire. Why would he introduce them together then? To a friend that was with him for majority of his life? Sighing and sliding the dish cloth down from his shoulder he eyed the taller man. “Leo is coming over, remember? Dropping his kids most likely, knowing him.” despite him wanting to hide the disappointed tone, he simply couldn’t. Not that he blamed the other, he had many responsibilities after all, but he wished he didn’t have to remind him. That he actually remembered, since it wasn’t something the vampire took lightly. Glancing around the plates full of snacks ranging from veggies to fruits and even a little with sweets. Just an appetizer the main course was still in the oven.

Hades generally had a good memory but it could be selective at times and while he did have times where he meant it - this wasn’t one of those times. The pout on the others lips clearly said it all but the tone let him know exactly how the other was feeling. Hades rarely felt bad for his actions, he thought things through and was calculated but he wasn’t perfect. People often thought gods couldn’t do any wrong but Hades knew first hand that was a lie. He, himself, had countless corrupted decisions under his belt and he made those decisions for years. Cornel was someone he genuinely enjoyed being around and he should have remembered this date if anything just for the person it belonged to. Knowing it was important to the other he did apologize, another rarity for Hades, “My apologies… A lot on my mind." Which wasn't a lie but wasn't really the reason. Simply forgetting wasn't going to be his admission though.

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Roman hadn't even contemplated the fact that Cornel left without saying anything, not even having the guts to look back at him once he left...Then again, most one night stands or whatever the shit it this was, never really ended in goodbyes.

Despite the night being what it was, Godfrey couldn't quite shake the man off though, he lingered in his thoughts until the tired Upir hit the bed. A few days past where Roman had no thought of the pale man, nor any recollection of what may of happened between them in his house that night, whether it was a damn good fucking blow job or not.

Weeks then past and eventually, months. Godfrey however was putting interest and his funds into a new hotel that was being reconstructed, it's completion being in a matter of weeks now, Roman was hoping to achieve and run a business alongside his Institute in Hemlock Grove. - The tower being managed more by Dr. Pryce. The staff was finally the last on the Upir 'to-do' list and so he was seeking out employing the very best to run the expensive and luxurious building, little did he know that sooner or later, the past would creep bac up to him again.

The arsonist scratched at the back of his neck and huffed in irritation, his eyes darting up and down the dimly lit street as he held the burner phone to his ear.

"Listen, amigo. I only got one number an' its yours." He glanced up at the building across the street, an Italian restaurant lit by the hum of flourescent lights and surrounded by the silence of the late hour.

"Ya got a nice place here. Good location. Great pasta-" he thumped the heel of his scuffed boot against the curb while he took a drag from his cigarette.

"Someone's offerin' a lot of money to see this place light up."

Wrynn’s gaze was quick to fall away from Cornel. His eyes lingered, trying their best not to fall on the other.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he began, a smile forming. “I’ve never lied to you, Cornelius.  I don’t believe I could get away with that..” With a nervous chuckle, he stepped to face somewhat away from Cornel. He took to the sky for a change of subject; something to make him forget what he was asking.