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Quite frankly Selene would rather not be having this conversation at all, but between Lucian and Sonja the latter seemed less likely to tear her apart for her crimes against the lycans. To say that she was having a bit of an existential awakening was an understatement. Everything she thought she had known about the clan she had served for more than half a millenium was falling apart at the seams the more she looked into the matter. She’d not felt this lost and confused since the night her family died.

Had Viktor lied about that too?

At least she is having this conversation with a former Death Dealer. Selene would rather step into the sun’s deadly rays than have a conversation of this magnitude with one of the socialite vampires making up the majority of Ördögház’s population. 

She doesn’t doubt the older vampire’s thinly veiled threat. Sonja was over 150 years older than her anda pureborn — Selene would not last more than a minute in a genuine fight with her, as much as her pride hates to admit it.

“My loyalties are…torn. I served the coven for hundreds of years, thinking I owed Viktor my life, but now I am starting to doubt even that. He has apparently been changing history ever since he became a vampire…I don’t know what to trust anymore.” Selene’s voice trails off to a near whisper, and she determinedly looks anywhere but at the vampire in front of her. The vampire who, if the lycan’s side of the story is to be believed, is the mother of a man she has begun to develop deeper feelings for.

By the Elders, what has her life become?

❝ Sonja, you're my girlfriend. You hardly have to ask to drink my blood. ❞ Sookie had quickly recognized the difference between a lover selfishly drinking her blood whenever they pleased and when someone as selfless and respectful of Sookie's boundaries, such as Sonja, needed to drink her blood. It wasn't like it was her first time being bitten, and she guaranteed herself it wouldn't be the last either. It might hurt at first, that initial tearing of fangs into skin always did, but she quickly got over it.

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another attack from william's progeny - this time even more violent than the last. it caused equal parts worry and wonder in the lycan blacksmith. a newly sharpened sword is offered towards sonja, held up in hands that are a little too soft around her.

❝ We don't have to be enemies won't you hear me out? ❞

Sender: @wcrstarter Prompt: 「 CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receiver's lap

Sonja hovering following any mission where the paranormal investigator had gotten hurt had become fairly commonplace with the closer they'd become. When it had first started, Hellboy had done his best to comfort her, but it was clear that his survivability wasn't something she questioned. Merely knowing that he'd been in pain was disturbing for her. No way to soothe her there. Only his healing could quell her worry.

"You're gonna wear out the floor pacing around me like this," he said finally, as he noticed his healing had brought his wounds to mere scars. "C'mere."

When she climbed into his lap, he took her hands, pressing them against his warm chest and leading them to the bullet holes that were healing over. Proof that he was safe and sound. "See that? I'm built to last."

❝ Admit it, honey. You don't want anything to do with Bon Temps or Louisiana as a whole. You're only stayin' here cause I'm here. ❞