#deathtaught

“You really are a very interesting thing, you know that?” Jack knew, of course, but Agatha was in something of a complimentary mood which she hoped the vampire would take advantage of -- well, complimentary in that she quite desired a few questions to be answered. 

“Donotdrinkmycoffee.”

He had no clue at all how his coffee mug had made its way into this stranger’s hands. Or how this strange coffee mug with actual coffee in it was in his. Things like this never got past him. He was always overly protective of his mug. How the hell..?

“Very funny. You won’t like my coffee, though. Don’t drink it.”

“Won’t I?” His eyes took on a peculiar glint, one that matched his teeth. Long fingers curled around the stolen mug, save one that tapped against the side. He hadn’t looked yet, but the warning took root in a mind that was all too fertile. Why? Was it cheap? Had he witlessly traded for inferiority? 

Dr. Cullen - Thought you might appreciate this joke: I told my doctor that I broke my arm in two places. He told me to stop going to those places. || @deathtaught​

It was nicer than she’d expected to have a ‘work friend.’ It wasn’t a surprise to recieve an invitation to spend a quiet Monday evening grading with Jack. Jane had guessed that it would be easier to focus when someone could keep you on track, and she’d been mostly right. They had worked steadily for a few hours, at least until the enviroment itself decided to interrupt them. 

                              ".... you smell that? Smells like blood.”

The council rarely recruited, but when they did, they ensured to chose specific targets. Von’ar usually kept away from the process. Keeping himself to the shadows was easier than speaking. Easier than having to deal with his unfortunate circumstances (he hadn’t earned his appearance back yet, but he would).

“To do so means you’re either very brave or very foolish. I think… you can decide for yourself on which one you are.”