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@pandateddyclaws asked: O1 Adrianna and Tine

“... Never really looked at it like that.” He hadn’t been expecting Tine to hear his comment, he’d really just been mumbling under his breath. “Maybe I am putting up a facade. But it’s kinda nice to be viewed as dependable, no?” He cracks a brief smile, but it fades as Tine asks what has him troubled.

“Mmmh...” He mulls over it for a moment. He wasn’t sure if Tine remembered much of anything from the last time Beryl had seen him... “To put it simply, I made a bit of a... Miscalculation in my work recently in a way that’s quite unlike me, and I suppose my mind has been stuck on it. I thank you for the concern, Sir.” It would be best to keep things vague... He rubbed his arm as he spoke; Bodyguard work could be dangerous and Beryl knew that. But usually it was him who ended up getting injured, rather than his client.

“Ugh. I wish I could forget.” A little difficult to do that though, considering...

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The victim had been a drunk, too far gone to let a simple shoulder bump go and insistent on taking matters into a secluded alley. Seemingly secluded.

Normally Tine would have let the idiot knock themselves out or refuse the convrontation entirely by acting the coward, anything to avoid the unnesecarry headache. But by the drunk’s poor luck; Tine had been having a rather shit day. Nothing too excessive, just a number of little incidents piling up that sent him out for a stroll to get some air when the alleged shoulder bump occurred and finally tipped the pile over and scatterred his patience to the wind.

So when the drunk took his first swing Tine let his mood swing with it and in a, what he would call, ‘therapeutic’ action; promptly grabbed the drunk’s face and introduced his skull to the pavement.

Oh but one meeting wouldn’t be enough! Not for these star crossed lovers oh no. Over and over, Tine painted the love story of the drunk’s skull and the pavement in an opera of crunches and wet splashes. The romance! The fleeting touches! What’s this?! Oh what drama unfolds as this new contender of grey matter enters the affair!

It was such an entertaining play he found himself laughing under his breath until a very quiet, but very definite gasp caught his attention and with a snap of his head up in its direction, locked eyes with a young man down the far end of the alley.

“You saw that hm?”

The body dropped with a wet thud into the puddle of blood, his fingers curling and uncurling with soft squeaks from his glove as he began his approach.

“Would you be so kind as to stay still? Running will only end this far worse for you.”

He’d had a bad day, and all he wanted was something greasy and artificial to chase it down with. It was a routine, saved for when stress was at an all time high. There was something almost therapeutic in the cheap plastic surfaces of fast food stores when compared to the luxury Teddy surrounded himself with. 

He’d been on his way to a burger joint, on foot so that the cold air could cut into his skin and ground him. He’d been cutting through alleyways so that he could avoid meeting someone that might recognise him and want a chat, because exchanging pleasantries sounded like Hell in that moment. 

Or it had, until he’d stumbled across a murder scene. 

As the killer rounded on him, Teddy wondered which was worse. He still wasn’t sure, but he could feel a migraine starting.

One hand rubbed his temple, and the other withdrew an extremely decorative handgun from his jacket - cream, with ornate painted flowers. 

Well, this was at least underwhelming. Not to say that she was expecting a full blown celebration, though it would’ve been quite fitting, but at the very least a snarky remark, a thinly veiled insult? Not even this? Of course it irked the Fallen all sorts of ways, but fortunately for everyone in the room, her spirits had been higher than ever lately.

Confident strut took her swiftly at the bar and, with a large motion, arm swung by her side, delivering a very obvious, very loud and definitely significant slap to Tine’s ass, before her whole body twirled around, back leaning against the counter, green eyes searching for his gaze.

“The hypocrisy is so thick it could practically ooze through every pore of your gelatinous, formless body. You Hell and Heaven forsaken, insult of a Prometheus~”  the insults slipped smoothly as Adrianna slid herself closer to his form, hand reaching to run a finger up across the hem of his vest and poke him in the chest.

“I don’t look like a kid, come on.” Isaac held a hand up to his chest, mock-hurt. Honestly, between the Van Gogh comment and the sharp waist coat, he was quite eager to talk to this stranger. 

He felt... Off. Isaac was interested to know why.

He hadn’t expected to see Tine after such a long time. It was concerning, since he was very aware of his momentary weakness - he felt the next trip to the shadows in his bones... Either he found a new victim to siphon strength from soon, or he’d take in account the possibility to be pushed beneath the blackness for another week... month... a year. He felt like he shouldn’t approach Tine with such weakness in his bones and hunger in his very organs, but the power of the other drew him in, like light would a moth, unable to turn away as it burned to death.

So as it was customary for him, he tried to reach the other without his knowledge as he was out in the open, busy and hurried no doubt... but he needed... to indulge. A twitching nerve for wreaking havoc... or plunge something into chaos himself. When his shoes finally hit the walkway behind the other, his body corporeal once more and the sun an ever burning ache on his skin, he had the audacity to smirk at the other ones back.

“You haven’t aged a day... naturally. Sharp looking and busy as usual, aren’t we? Have you missed me~?”