#pointdteeth

Almost as if on a cue, recognition blooms in her, and she sees probably the last vampire that she wants to see standing in front and slightly to the side of her. Her first instinct is to melt into the shadows and to go unnoticed, but before she can, Damien looks in her direction, and her jaw clenches. The last thing she’s going to do is run from him --- she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, she holds her ground, wrapping one arm over her middle, and lifting her opposite hand to give him a sarcastic little wave. Her smile is just as insincere.

Avoiding people is usually a lot easier, but Dane feels as if lately he’s been having a very difficult time of simply staying away from those he doesn’t want to talk to. With the situation between him and Zaiden, and consequently the situation between Zaiden and Damien, Damien is one of the people he’s actively trying to stay away from --- not that he had any reason to speak to him before, either. Of course, though, that would mean he can’t stay out of the way when he goes to the mansion to see Val, and he ends up walking right into him unintentionally. With a lie already ready at his lips, he glances over him like he doesn’t mean a damn thing. “I feel like every time I come here, you’re around. Trying to find somebody?” Meaning Zade, of course.

Standing on the roof just next to where Damien is on one of his yoga mats, Hunny kneels down after a moment, offering him one of the drinks in his hands. He doesn’t normally have cocktails, choosing to refrain from getting lost in the alcohol haze he was in during the 70s, but tonight is a special occasion. The look of softness, of fondness that he gives him is one that he doesn’t have for anyone else, reserved specifically for Damien, and he moves closer until he can lay down and pressing his head into his lap. Kihun knows that the older vampire isn’t generally as affectionate as he is, but he also knows that making him melt is something that he can do, whether it’s only him, or he just found the key to unlocking Damien’s soft side. Either way, he blinks dark brown eyes up at him, looking as innocent as can be as he sets his own glass down. “Hi. Want to talk about it?” ‘It’ is whatever happens to be on his mind, whatever is weighing him down.