#hawthorneface

“Wait-- So you actually lived in a castle?” The dark haired woman asked in a giggle before taking a sip of her martini.

Hawthorne laughed and nodded, giving her a small charming grin. “Yes, yes. I know. It’s embarrassing. The worst part is it wasn’t even that long ago. They were just really old fashioned.”

The girl bit her lip and scooted in closer, intrigued by the man she was talking to. “Not long ago? Thorn, you said you left your family in the 1940s! That’s like... ancient,” she giggled then quickly looked apologetic. “No offense of course.”

“None taken, love,” Hawthorne said with a laugh. “I guess when you put it that way it is a little odd to well, humans. “And I am ancient! I take it as a compliment though. The most beautiful, coveted, and expensive things in life are ancient. If anything, I’m a luxury,” he said with a smirk. 

Her hand rested on his knee as she leaned in, scooting even closer to him. “Well, my luxurious date for the evening, why don’t we cut the small talk and get to why you’re really here.” She placed a couple soft kisses to his cheek. 

Hawthorne secretly hated this part. It was the part where he had to wrestle with himself. He remembered he had come here for a reason and that reason was something he was ashamed of. If he was here, it meant he was losing control. When he lost control, he knew there was no good that could come from his next actions. Everything he left, everyone who he had put into danger, everyone he had killed, everything he had made for himself would be for nothing if he let himself completely lose control. 

So, for just a few shameful seconds, he had to admit to himself he was weak. Hawthorne had to swallow his pride and admit he fucked up somewhere along the lines but after this evening of indulgence, things would get back on track. The always did. They always had to.

He swallowed hard and gave his date an easy, charming smile. “Of course. Where are my manners?” A hand went to rest on the side of her face as he leaned forward to kiss her. She smiled once their lips met and she wasted no time to deepen the kiss. She was into him and what he was didn’t bother her at all. It’s why she was in this line of work to begin with. 

She was lost in the kiss, but then quickly remembered why they were both there. “It’s okay,” she whispered softly between kisses to reassure him. He was much more cautious than the other ones.“You don’t have to wait...Just...”

“I know,” he whispered back before kissing her deeply. The hand on the side of her face slid to the side of her neck and his lips trailed from her lips. She let out a soft moan and a breath as his lips traveled down her neck. An arm went around him as she pressed her chest against his. 

Hawthorne hesitated a second before pulling away from her neck. He admitted to himself for one more second that yes, he messed up, and yes it was all going to be okay before his eyes turned completely black and he sank his fangs into her neck to take an essential but modest amount of her blood to appease the monster inside of him. 

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Age: 28 267 FC: Sean O’Pry Birth date: April 18, 1751 Job: Antique shop owner. “The Finer Things”. Sometimes recruits girls to work in blood dens when he is asked to.  Traits: confident, charming, desirable, ass-kisser, prideful, open-minded, horny, indulgent, loner Sexual Preference: Pan

-He is a vampire

-Has an English accent 

-Doesn’t tell a lot of people. Usually only brings it up when he absolutely has to

-Visits blood dens when things get bad

-Left his royal vampire family to live among humans and attempt to have a better life

Family is one of the seven* most powerful and influential vampire families, the fourth oldest to be formed. 

Fought on the British side of the American Revolutionary War

-Long, buried history of being a bad dude throughout his vampire life, so the dude might have some enemies.

-Has a ton of regrets

-Hasn’t turned a human in over 60 years

-Drinks hospital blood or animal blood

-Since he’s a vampire, he is strong but not overpowered at all. That is, unless, he drinks live blood.

-Since he’s a vampire, most humans have this inexplicable interest/sexual attraction to him.  

-Can control his urges to drink live but, you know, everyone has their struggles

-Likes sex. No... loves sex. 

-Has to do A LOT of drugs for them to actually affect him. 

-Tends to keep people at penis length 

-Has a really, really nice apartment/loft thing.

-Enjoys any reason to get dressed up

-Gets really offended when you call him pale. He feels he has a rather good tan for a 200+ year old vampire! 

-Sometimes wears a cross necklace to prove the cross myth doesn’t exist about vampires

-Also sometimes wears a Star of David out of respect because he feels guilty about what his family did 

-Left his family because of their dumb old school vampire mindset of wanting to enslave/conquer humans while also somehow living in the shadows. He thought it was dumb and impossible

-Believes vampires, humans, werewolves, etc should coexist because fighting is “tiring and old and messy”. 

-Werewolf blood smells bad to vampires

-Has a decent moral compass but has NO PROBLEM taking money from the wealthy and powerful (especially if they’re bad)

-Low-key hates fantasy stories/movies because they spread lies about him and his people all the time

-Dominant. Only Sub if you ask nicely and he’s “close” with you. 

-Favorite food to pretend to eat: froyo, pizza, popcorn, any pasta

-Favorite decades (for culture, not because of who he is as a person)= 1930s, 1950s,1960s, 1990s. 

-Loves animals, but doesn’t own any in fear of eating them.

-Gets offended if you accuse him of wearing makeup 

Distanced himself from his family around the 1900s. They gave him a long leash to run around on as long as he followed the rules and still held his family superior to  other vampire clans/families/etc and absolute freedom