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Claudette:

--- " Don't you have work to do? I thought you had to be up early today. " His MASSIVE form took up significant space in their bed, but it never bothered Emily in the slightest -- truth be told, she would be the HAPPIEST woman alive if they decided to never leave this bubble of theirs.

ahmya’s slipped out again, the quiet click of her door long forgotten as she wanders the grounds. the night wraps around her shoulders like a shawl, cool and still, broken only by the soft chorus of crickets and the distant whisper of leaves shifting in the wind. her bare feet move soundlessly over the stone path, following no direction in particular—just the pull of the moonlight that spills across the garden.

she finds herself beside the flowerbeds, where the blooms have folded in on themselves for the night, their colors muted under the silver light. the air carries the faint scent of earth and something sweet, half-hidden beneath the chill. ahmya lowers herself to the ground, the hem of her robe brushing against the damp grass as she sits among the sleeping petals, her gaze turned skyward. the moon watches her back, pale and patient.

and .... what did they have here ? seems they have an audience. normally, they are far more careful than this -- meticulous in the way they hunt for fresh prey, stalking them in the night, drain them of blood, and discard them once they're done with like a dirty dish. they didn't expect to see a figure standing just outside the alleyway where they hovered over a limp body, holding their fresh prey by the hair to practically devour at their neck to drain them of every last bit of blood they can consume. ( rich, savory .... mm, but it was missing that special little kick that could satiate them. ) by the time they've had somewhat of their fill from the current body, they loosely toss it aside before standing up to their full towering height -- black robes adorning their person that garnered an air and look of nobility, making them stand out far too much in this dingy alleyway.

" good evening. " they politely greet the onlooker with a smile-- blood still eerily painted over their maroon lips as they gently wipe away at it with the tips of clawed digits. " do forgive such a messy sight. i wasn't expecting an audience ... "

here have a bloodsucker / @killerhubby

How delightful is that? Not even a full step inside and the energy's matched. Minsoo takes his time in crossing the room — sizing the man up just as much as he is openly appreciating.

eden thinks herself clever, hiding her fangs behind coy smiles. she slides into the open seat at a blackjack table, the black leather still warm from the poor loser who'd finally caved and took off to nurse his broken pride. she blinks brightly at the dealer before her gaze drifts across the way to the man opposite of her. human, she notes. this area of the casino is, while open to mixed mingling ( that is, if people are careful in concealing themselves ), occupied mostly by human patrons. there is an air about him, an edge to him, though, that's tangible enough for eden to hold onto with great interest. perhaps it's just his good looks — she's pitifully shallow.

" you're beating the house, " eden breathlessly comments, lifting a finely etched brow as something — a slim sliver of awe, perhaps — fixes itself carefully upon her face. her mouth twists involuntarily, the ghost of an impressed smile loosely overtaking her lips as her sharp gaze jumps between the spread of cards upon the soft emerald velvet to the unrecognizable guest. she would have remembered someone like him, human or not, just for beating the very rigged odds that ensures repeat patronage and festering obsession. oh, eden is terribly interested, now. " eden, proprietress of this little empire, " she introduces, tilting her head to the side. " is this game just about done? let me buy you a drink. it's not often i see a winner at my tables. "

@killerhubby / starter call.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ a voice that arrives way before its owner , sprinting towards the other man with almost inhuman , feline agility , scaling the wall between them in two-three strides , disheveled black hair cast a glossy sheen in the afternoon sun as he perches over the top .

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ the instant their eyes meet is the moment tony launches himself into mirage , latching onto him with his arms around his neck . it’s a ridiculous gesture , to say the least , but there’s nothing more important than survival in times like this .

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ㅤ  mirage , boss , my handsome , ever dazzling tsavorite ,ㅤ ❞ㅤwriggling himself into a more secure hold , only does tony grab mirage’s face to pull him down towards himself , his expression a rare solemnity and wildness to it , chest rising and falling in a staccato rhythm that explains his need for immediate shelter — amazing as he is , it remains impossible to outrun half a dozen people , each one more relentless than the last .

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ❝ㅤ  whoever asks ... in the next five minutes , i’m your closest subordinate , your most loyal servant you can’t live without , whatever it is you rich men say , just make sure they’ll leave me alone ... got it ?ㅤ ❞ㅤ