@viiolinwept:

Often he would find himself dwelling on the more negative things he’s been through. Deep in thought, startled with the arms wrapping around him, it took him a second to recognize that it was Daniel. He grips him tight, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, holding him close. “Yeah.” He pulls away looking terrified as he taking him by the hand. “I was back there for a moment. In that god forsaken place, where the stench of death lingered. I remember screaming, and-and then—” His face fell into a dazed look.  

“I’m okay. I am okay right?” There’s a slight tremble to his fingers as he runs them over his face pressing them into his eyes for a moment. He gently headbutts Dan on the shoulder. “I’m never going to get over that stupid bone horror show. It was so real. It was so real. I felt like I was there. Merci mon amour. Merci de me supporter. Je suis désolé. Je suis vraiment désolé. Je suis avec Daniel. Je ne suis pas dans les catacombes de Paris. Je suis avec Daniel.” A sharp inhale, shoulders shaking a little, furiously scrubbing at his eyes. “Je suis avec Daniel.” 

 Daniel understood sometimes the present felt like a pleasant deluded dream to the past for Nicolas. The trauma still had a strong grip on his lover, but he hoped over time, time they had as vampires these past horrors would dim, become indistinct to the elder. Here and now being the stronger theme. All he could do was be patient, reassuring allow Nicolas to work his way through whatever illusion he caught himself in. A calming presence to lead him home. These reveries were becoming less frequent, their new home in its seaside setting agreeing with both of their constitution's. "Your fine and dandy."

Santino raked his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face and then opened the door, albeit only halfway. He stood behind it, one shoulder leaning against the frame to block the view into the villa. Instead the visitor got a good picture of the expensive black satin housecoat he was wearing. He peered down at the stranger with distant politeness. 

“It’s not romantic or sexual love... “ She rambled along to herself, placing a long pearl necklace and some other jewel encrusted decor on before looking at the shimmer and jewels. “But he’s very handsome. And part plant. I think he would be the most charming husband!”

And again the toad croaked. licking his eyeballs.

“Oh, i can’t wait. I should hurry over there! I don’t want any animals to try and eat you, so you’ll stay here. That way Sol won’t have to worry.” 

Antoine would have a fit if she kissed that toad. Instead she patted his moist head and ran off to catch a cab. Pearls and veil clutched in her dainty hands.

Louis pressed his lips into a thin line, staring at the man before him in obvious judgment. These sort of encounters were unavoidable when living in a large city such as New Orleans, but he still found a hard time saying no, especially when this particular young man seemed earnest and nearly frightened. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d let a mortal into his apartment. It was dangerous, let alone uncomfortable to have someone pointing out the kitchen-turned-library and large heavy blackout curtains everywhere. 

But they’d bought out the few surrounding apartments, and kept them sparsely furnished, just in case. And so Louis couldn’t find it in his heart to say no.

Angelus had gone to the supermarket to get a few necessities: hand soap, shampoo, and body wash. Vampires did not necessarily need a wash as often as mortals, of course, as they possessed little to no body odor, good or bad. They could, however, still get exceptionally dirty. Angelus himself just really enjoyed a good bath. As he turned around to head back toward the registers to pay for his items, he heard someone speaking to him. He stopped, blind eyes flickering in the direction of the voice.