* sinclair !
TO SAY THAT HIS LAST FEW shifts of patrol had been nothing but boring would be a damn understatement. he’d had one blip of excitement when aleksander’s advisor had nearly fallen to a pack of pups. . . & though it was very true sinclair was playing both sides of the little war they had going on between their forces — that fact didn’t stop his fangs from throbbing in his gums at the memory , or that his aquamarines weren’t brought to their iridescent glow in the humid , darkness of night. it’d been such a long time since he’d been forced to pull the trigger before then , & while he seemed to be outgrowing his need for bloodshed , it was still a want , nestled deep into his belly. but the most irritating thing about being forced to work long shifts alone , that were uneventful , was that he could be elsewhere. he could be curled up in satin sheets with zaiden , but no.
teeth came down on the inside of his cheek , chewing on it absentmindedly when the smell of wet dog wafted through his nostrils. he recognized it as one of the new lib pups , but couldn’t specify which one. a smirk pulled up at his lips — finally , some excitement.
he was silent as he crept around the corner & up on the brawly little lycan , tempted to hit him with a ‘boo’ , but losing the chance as he turned to notice him , far too late to defend himself if clair had the mind to attack. the smirk only grew as he prattled on. sinclair leaned in , his mirth obvious in his unsettling sea - green depths , ❝ hello. there , is that better ? ❞ he then pulled away , long frame dancing back a step with his natural grace. ❝ a little reckless of zac , to send you out on patrol alone , no ? & that fact aside , you suck at it. i got entirely too close before you noticed me. thirdly , does the liberation own brooklyn ? i thought a man was able to do his job without being harassed , but i’ve never claimed to be the smartest. . . ❞
DAMN , ARE ALL CORPSES THIS PRETENTIOUS ? the thought crosses gio’s mind before he can chew it up & swallow it down ; strong jaw flexes in a vague attempt at masking the muted scoff that threatens to spill past his lips before he clicks his tongue in disagreement. rumors rarely garnered much fact behind their salacious claims -- but even gio isn’t dense enough to ignore the glittering sliver of serrated truth that lingered behind the whisperings that rumbled through the pack’s underbelly. vampires were dangerous , true -- but death dealers were another brand of cruelty. there were two , sometimes three , names that were uttered with hushed fear -- sinclair , zaiden , and a vampire by the name of cal , with the first two being the blood-sworn coven’s finest machines of murder & carnage. gio had never had the misfortune of running into the one by the name of zaiden , his pack alpha’s mirror image from what the rumors seem to say -- but sinclair , he had seen a handful of times in passing.
the second-in-command of the coven’s mercenary forces played a dangerous game -- one that involved a fair share of treachery & back-stabbing to the establishment he supposedly served. zacharie’s designated liaison , or whatever other technical term remained attached to sinclair’s name , traversed in and out of pack territory at his leisure , it seems -- and though gio isn��t in the game of making decisions on behalf of his higher ups , he cannot help but wonder whether it’s smart to let someone so close to the king’s very right hand so deeply into liberation affairs. but then again , from what he can tell , zacharie doesn’t make the most capable of decisions , in general. full lips press together into a thing line as he attempts to swallow back the angry growl that continues to rumble within him.
❝ bro , i dunno about you , but i’m really not in the business of takin’ critique’s from a carcass. ❞ his tone is far less inflammatory than his words imply , sounding almost bone-tired in its affect as he levels clair with an unamused look. ❝ zac knows what i’m about. an’ i ain’t the type to tell the alpha what to do. ❞ it’s the truth , of course ; though , again , gio can’t help but wonder if the elder lycan’s judgment is the most trustworthy … but he supposes that’s a conversation for another time. ❝ usually , when you corpses come walkin’ through the outer boroughs , it’s to cause trouble. so call it a precautionary move , ❞ gio presses on before dark hues narrow suspiciously. ❝ you can’t take a walk out in manhattan , or whatever ? ❞
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* perfect weapon !
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I GUESS WE’RE DOOMED !
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Doomed // Bring Me The Horizon
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“So you don’t mind,” I managed, “if I’m a monster?” “No.” He rocked closer, and his closeness sent a thread of desire stitching up my spine. “Because I’m a monster too.”
— Lyra Selene, Amber & Dusk
(via georgecondos)
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In the middle of sex he stopped to tell me that he loved me, then he slapped my ass and said “back to business.” I’m going to marry him.
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* astor !
AS MUCH AS ASTOR WOULD LOVE to have started their game tonight , the sky was lighting more by the moment , & even though he could stand to be out in the moments before the sun rose completely over the horizon didn’t mean that he liked to. & as pretty as zaiden was , & oh he was so very pretty… he’d taken the careful & obvious time to memorize the way black bangs could curtain his bright & telling sapphires , the way that never - still tongue licked over his lips or toyed with his piercing. the way his posture would shift with every initial impulse , before he inevitably remembered to pull himself back into passive neutrality. though , by the time zaiden turned to face him , his shoulders were relaxed & his neck was less rigid – watching him grow more comfortable had astor all but purring where he stood. & he wanted to delve into zaiden entirely , already , after such little time… the truth was time was not on their side , & he still needed to eat before he retreated to his suite for the daylight hours.
an elegant , fine blonde eyebrow arched ever so slightly as zaiden finally gave into the smirk that was building up in his eyes , letting it settle on lips that seemed to shake with the mere prospect of sinking his hands into a lycan’s flesh. astor couldn’t remember the last time his insides twisted & fluttered at the simple sight of another person’s enthusiasm , but oh , how he enjoyed & missed the excitement of being caught up this particular brand of tension. it tightened around his bones & had his fangs pulsing in his gums. pale lips pursed slightly in the amusement he allowed to be obvious upon his stony features. astor let him finish entirely before he replied , simply enjoying the deep timbre of his tone & the cadence in which he spoke.
❝ my , my – & he has his manners. what ever did i to do get so lucky as to run into you ? i am honored to have you as a guide , & i’m more than happy that i am able to help you with your… problem. ❞ astor paused , his own small smirk pulling up on one side. ❝ though , i supposed it’s you who will be helping me , & coming to my rescue , hm ? ❞ his own tongue darted out to wet his lips in the same instance as the younger , & the only acknowledgment of the way the temperature beneath his skin felt turned up a degree was a short & solid huff from his nostrils. he held his position for a moment or two longer , his intrigue & already growing anticipation or the next time he’d see zaiden. ❝ hmmm , oh yes , it has been wonderful to meet you , zaiden hendricks. i believe you’re onto something with that sentiment… i cannot imagine all the fun to be had in testing out your theory. ❞
spindly digits dug his phone out off the hidden pocket on the thigh of his pants , in the move that was entirely astor in the way he didn’t need to tear his gaze from zaiden to unlock his screen , twisting the device around in his hand & extending it towards the other , an expectant shine to his ice blue hues. ❝ if you would do me the honor , i would enjoy seeing you sooner rather than later. i don’t typically linger , but the situation here seems to demand my presence. & i find myself… intrigued , to say the least. ❞
GLOVED HANDS MOVE WITH fluid ease as he plucks the device carefully from the other’s grasp , turning it over until the screen blinks to life with enough tenacity to bathe angular features in a pale glow. one hand lifts to his mouth , teeth digging into the worn leather enveloping inked digits before his head tilts back , the subtle movement enough to pull the fitted glove off completely. he holds the accessory in his mouth , humming around it as his exposed fingers move to carefully tap out his name & number accordingly -- and only when it is properly saved into astor’s contact does he offer it back to the other. there’s an expectant glimmer lurking in sapphire hues as their gazes meet one another , leveling with steady intrigue. zaiden is certain that he catches a curious glimmer lighting up the depths of astor’s ice-colored hues -- and though zaiden’s subtle smirk is hidden by the glove he holds so diligently between his teeth , he knows very well that the elder vampire wouldn’t miss the muted curl of his lips.
when astor takes the device from his steady grasp , zaiden reaches to disengage the garment grasped between tapered fangs in favor of carefully tucking his hand back into its steady confines ; long fingers spread apart until each one finds its place -- and when he deems that it’s on securely , he allows his hand to fall slack at his side. ❝ i am the one who should be honored , ❞ the dark-haired vampire offers wryly , the smirk threatening to split across his lips finally blooming into its full allure ; there is something alarming , almost dangerous & feral , about the way his fangs lint in the dim light , or how his blue gaze blazes into iridescent jewels that glow against the night sky -- like a cobra coiled tight , waiting for the most opportune moment to strike. his mouth all but waters at the promise of what their shared endeavors may entail -- and though the death dealer is all too aware of how the figurative leash that keeps him tethered to the foot of the blood-sworn’s crown , the buzzing intensity lurking beneath his skin burns far too hot for him to ignore.
lips part before they curl into another knowing half-smile , crooked & messy , as he cants his head to the side ever so slightly. ❝ if it weren’t for dawn coming so soon , ❞ zaiden begins after a moment , voice little more than a low drawl , ❝ i would be inclined to ask if you’d be interested in a quick tour of the city. but alas , ❞ one hand lifts to gesture over head , ❝ it seems as if time is not our friend tonight. ❞ blue hues fall back to the phone grasped within astor’s grasp. ❝ please , don’t hesitate to give me a call or a text at any point. ❞ he poses it as casually as he can , one hand moving to brush raven-black locks free from his piercing gaze. ❝ color me just as intrigued ; it would be an absolute pleasure on my end to show you around. it’s not often i meet another as .... skilled as you. ❞ he allows his careful tone to take on a meaningful inflection as a single brow quirks curiously up at him. ❝ until next time , then , astor ? ❞
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* sinclair !
cast : sinclair & julia
location : coffee grinds
time : 9:47pm
IT WAS TRUE HE DIDN’T NEED the caffeine to be able to keep his eyes open for his upcoming patrol , but it sure as hell felt like he needed to psychosomatic himself into believe it would help. every time he had to hit the streets on behalf of the coven , he was aware of himself becoming more irritated with every step. sinclair was tired of waiting. he wanted to move , he wanted to make his move. chessboard & plans be damned , he wanted to move himself ( & zaiden ) out of the limbo they seemingly inhabited as of late. though , the human behind the register would know nothing of his frustration , lips parting to politely order a large iced hazelnut latte with three extra shots of espresso , before paying & leaving a generous tip.
hands were shoved into his pockets , thinking it was a shame he couldn’t smoke , as he made his way to the other side of the establishment where his order would come out. sinclair was lost in his thoughts , truly not paying attention to his surroundings. a flash of blonde to his left had him moving , reflexively , long digits on one hand reaching out to steady her , the other barely catching the two mugs that had teetered of the edge of her buss - pile in his expansive reach. a flaring of his nostrils is all it took for the lycan to dance across his senses. he’d berate himself for his lack of attention later , because he could also immediately see that the girl was harmless.
as soon as she was righted , he let his hold on her fall away , before politely placing the mugs back on her pile , wide side down & level. ❝ careful , ma petit. are you okay ? ❞
BALLET REQUIRES A CERTAIN level of poise , agility , and elegance -- and though julia had since mastered the art of dance long , long ago , it is painfully evident that such skills hardly translated into her day-to-day life off-stage. brows pinch together with evident distress as arms quiver from the strain of the numerous mugs , cups , and porcelain plates gathered within the tub she had been tasked to carry from the kitchen to the front house. julia’s concentration is admirable -- though it does little to prevent her foot from catching on the edge of a tile , causing her slim frame to pitch forward with an alarmed eep ! the blonde’s eyes shut tightly , fully expecting the mug resting at the top of her pile to shatter loudly upon the coffee-shop’s floor in a shameful display of her own inadequacy for all the patrons to witness. she’s frozen , tense & rigid -- but as the sound of the mug hitting tile never reaches her , she cracks open one blue eye to peer suspiciously at the creature steadying her. it takes her a moment to process , but once she has , julia blinks wide eyes in sudden shock. ❝ u - um -- ❞ she stutters , mouth hanging open in her stupor before she shakes her head to gather her wits once more.
her nose twitches , the stench of something very far-removed from the warmth of human yet distinctly different from the scent she associates with her packmates wafting into her vicinity ; it’s enough to make her choke slightly , causing her to cough , but she quickly swallows it down in favor of fluttering her lashes up at her sudden saviour. vampire. the chilling revelation comes only when their gazes lock & sky-blues meet steady aquamarine. the flash of fangs behind full lips glittering with his smooth words is enough of a tip-off -- and though she can all but hear miguel protesting , julia figures that if he were to kill her , he would have done so ahead of time. quickly , she gives him a wide , grateful smile and laughs softly. ❝ yeah ! yeah , no , i’m -- just a klutz , i guess … sorry about that. ❞ she totes the bus-pile a little higher for him to see. ❝ this is all kinda … heavy … trying to finish my shift but my manager won’t let me leave ‘till it’s all put away ... ❞
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* kaz !
THEY HAVEN’T HEARD A WORD she’s been saying , every sentence entering one ear and exiting out the other. how rude it was of them to be on their laptop while with julia , but they were oh so close to completing the application for good , and could only imagine what it would feel like to get it over and done with. it’s only when they’re rereading the essay for what feels like the fiftieth time that her voice registers in their brain. lips quirk up at her last comment , and they decide that they can annoy her a little , if just for their own amusement. they type meaningless words , a ‘ wrgiergnaeip iavnnwwp ajnnriwijq ’ appearing in the middle of a paragraph talking about some hardship they had to overcome and how it made them better. “ nope , of course i’m not. keep suffering. ” it doesn’t last for more than a minute , smile breaking onto their face as they undo the mess they made of the document. “ i was listening , don’t worry. ” they reassure her , powering off the device and setting it on the coffee table across them.
in a few clumsy movements , they arrive in the same position as julia. eyes blink a few times , trying to get rid of disorientation. they never found the silence awkward or uncomfortable when it was with julia or miguel. on the contrary , it was soothing , but even they could agree that they were itching to do almost anything. plans always came together better when it was three , not two. kaz turns their head to face julia , dizzy with vertigo. “ we can dye my hair ? or watch a movie. or try to bake something. i found this really cool vegan brownie recipe. ”
THE POUT DOESN’T FALTER upon pink-painted lips as pale brows pinch together in protest ; she levels them with a look resting halfway between irritated & petulant -- and though kaz appears upside down within her vision , the fact does little quell the small huff of annoyance. the sound is devoid of any intentional malice -- for julia can never truly bring herself to aim genuine ire at the few friends she had managed to gather during her time in new york -- but the gesture itself is the point rather than the execution. her childish whines die out , however , as they tilt their head back and provide her with a more genuine , more validating response. expression lights up -- and though julia has half a mind to hop up into a proper sitting position , she lingers until kaz scrambles gracelessly to join her at her side. a giggle bubbles from her lips , soft and bell-like as she scoots close enough to allow their shoulder to bump lightly against her own. long legs swing up listlessly , kicking with aimless abandon as she hums in thought.
❝ what color are we dying your hair ? do you wanna bleach it ? ❞ almost experimentally , fingers move to tenderly toy with her own platinum locks ; though julia had always been a natural blonde , the years had caused her to gravitate for a more bold shade for her flaxen locks. the ballerina toys absently before twisting them between her digits , heaving a deep sigh. ❝ my roots are starting to show so i gotta dye mine , too. we can do each other’s hair ! ❞ the suggestion is chirped cheerily before her own head turns so that their gaze meets her. her grin is wide & with a small bop of her head , she knocks their foreheads together. ❝ boop ! ❞ she offers before slipping into a fit of giggles. it takes her a moment to calm , but when she does , she chews her lip to conceal her grin. ❝ we caaaaaan … bake brownies while we dye out hair , maybe ? ❞
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𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑲𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑳𝑶𝒀𝑨𝑳 & 𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑨𝑵𝑻
𝐳𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 & 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 ; 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 @lethalfanged & @enpcssant
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VIBE CHECK! *yearns deeply for you from an unfortunate distance*
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yes i contain multitudes but i just want to be cute and dumb and be told that im pretty by everyone… end of story
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♛ sinclair portier & zaiden hendricks ♛
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* julia !
“It’s nice to meet you Julia,” he murmurs as she introduces herself, shaking her hand firmly before stepping back as he picked up on just how close they were, attributing that to the young woman’s obvious nervous demeanor. He could tell that she was embarrassed over what had just happened, and he felt terrible for making her feel that way. “I promise you don’t need to apologize, honestly this is my fault.” He assured her after a moment watching her as she twisted fingers into the bag slung over her shoulder. “I should have been more aware of my surroundings.” He offered her a warm smile now, stepping back again so that he could open the door for her.
“My name is Zac, I apologize if we’ve met before with so many of us here in New York I’ve grown to be a bit bad with names.” His voice was low, just loud enough for her to pick up without anyone else being able to listen in. The supernatural world was still something that humans didn’t know anything about. And keeping things that way was one of the only things that the pack and the coven seemed to agree on. But despite his apology Zac was sure that he’d never met Julia before.
“I can understand being in a rush to get home,” he smiled at her again, hoping to put her at ease now. “Or at the very least I’m usually just in a rush to leave the office.” He added with a light laugh. He might have been bad with names, but he could usually remember faces. And usually by now he would have recognized her if they’d met before. Clearly she wasn’t someone that he’d come across before. Zac was willing to bet that she was still newly turned, within a few years at least.
SHE CANNOT HELP THE WAY her breath hitches at the firmness of his grisp ; a large , tattooed hand easily envelops her own smaller , more delicate on -- and though julia nearly forgets to squeeze back altogether , she finds herself holding on for just a fraction longer than she had initially intended. pink lips hang open with sudden surprise , slender digits spread apart & suspended in mid-air for another beat before the blush returns to stain pale cheeks with blooming hues of red & pink. quickly , she pulls away to fidget with the canvas strap of her bag once again -- but wide blue hues never once falter in their awe-struck gaze , watching him with rapt attention as he explains himself to her. his low , baritone timbre is muffled for a moment , for julia finds it nearly impossible to focus on the exact semantics leaving pierced lips when her raging thoughts can do nothing but fixate upon the way he studies her , how a single sapphire eye parallels a startling bone-white -- & how the thin scar running along the ghostly ocular is only faintly noticeable. miguel had warned her about the leechers -- that they were reckless & dangerous , addled with bloodshed and carnage … that someone like her , as soft & sweet as the delicate petals of a freshly-bloomed daisy , should stay away from them at all costs . . .
and yet , there she stands , all but oblivious to the outside world she dwelled in as her stricken attention finds no place to attach itself onto outside of the strong lycan hovering above her. surely , miguel would allow an exception , no ? this man -- zacharie -- so clearly differentiated himself from the startling image she had built up so certainly in her own head. he seems . . . kind , thoughtful , as if he had meant for this to happen , meant to cross her path & show himself to her. after all -- her adent belief in fate had always left her starry-eyed.
❝ o - oh -- it’s really nice to meet you, zac ! ❞ her chirp is delicate , almost bell-like in spite of the stutter that colors the greeting. she even offers a smile -- warm & genuine -- as she grasps at her canvas bag once more. teeth worry into her lower lip , chewing thoughtfully as she studies him before drawing in a slow , steadying breath. ❝ y - yeah -- um … i mean , i’m kinda new to this whole ... ❞ she looks over her shoulder warily for a moment, unsure of who may be listening to their quiet conversation. when julia turns back to peer up at him , lashes fluttering against a blushed cheek , she’s careful to keep her words at a soft whisper. the blonde leans close , just enough so that the other can hear her ( after all , she’s still so new to the world of immortality that the concept of superhuman hearing had yet to dawn on her. ) ❝ lycan thing … i , um … my roommate turned me a few months ago , so … i dunno , i don’t know many … but it really is nice to meet you ! have you , um . . . have you been here before ? ❞ a dumb question ; if he had ever stopped by during any one of her shifts, she would have remembered his chiseled features. & though julia knew she could very well dismiss the conversation & skip her way back home , she finds herself unwilling to forsake the conversation as blue hues shine with sudden intrigue.
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* sinclair !
THE FEELING OF ZAIDEN basically melting against him prompted his muscles to do the same. he didn’t have any reason to be on the defensive , things were what they were , & if zade was allowing himself to be held — sinclair counted it as a win in his head. he was boneless with his next breath , settling into the mattress more , even before the groan against his neck. despite the bite in his demand , clair was chuckling , reaching down with a hand to pull at the laces just enough to be able to toe his feet free. there was a small glimmer of disappointment that they’d be spending the night here , but it left as quickly as it came. though he might dislike spending time at the manor , the sentiment paled in comparison of just being near zade.
hands only pause as his love all but tangles himself around him , their long limbs wrapping together , telling of just how needy zaiden felt in the moment. it was the most endearing fucking thing clair had ever seen in his life : messy & half - undone bun leaving his bangs in his eyes , teeth & tongue almost nervously playing with the hoop on his bottom lip. if he hadn’t stopped before , clair would have too now , fingers rising from his laces to brush the hair away from his blues , digits tracing zade’s face , down around the sharpness of his jaw. a grin pulled up at his lips at the slight tickle against his fingertips , the tangible tingle of all of the things between the two of them. & then those eyebrows came together , that attitude coming back to the forefront. clair grinned bigger still at his annoyance , it wasn’t his fault zaiden was adorable when he was irritated. his words were lilted up with his laughter , ❝ okay , okay. i can’t really reach now though , just - ❞ he rearranged their limbs to give him just enough freedom to finish pulling his boots from his feet.
in the next beat , he was settled , jacket peeled off & boots neatly left at the foot of zade’s bed. arms came around him once more , his chest expanding with his sigh , before a grin settled over his lips. ❝ hmm , fine. we stay here tonight , since you demand it. i suppose i left food & water out for her , so she’ll be okay. ❞ long fingers busied themselves with pulling out zade’s hair tie , only to gather up the hair that had fallen out & redo his bun. he settled with another sigh , this one of contentment , his next words a low mumble to reflect it. ❝ i’m glad you’re okay. i know that was probably. . . rough on you. i hope you’re not too angry with me. & if you are , yes — i am entirely aware & ready to spend the next several decades making it up to you. ❞
FINELY DONE BROWS ARCH with mild curiosity as clair resolves to explain that the gift he had so graciously purchased on zaiden’s behalf would be content with whatever food & water the other had set out for them. it’s enough to pique the elder vampire’s mild interest for a brief moment , sapphire hues glimmering as head tilts back enough to peer up at clair through dark lashes. ❝ what , did you get ms. mary a friend ? ❞ he retorts -- and though his comment could easily be perceived as prickly , clair would be able to denote the amused hum that lurks beneath the surface. ❝ whatever it is , i’m sure they can wait. come , ❞ zaiden heaves with an exhausted-sounding sigh. hands flex & slender digits twist into the fabric of clair’s shirt -- and though it would take minimal effort to tatter the fabric in one fell swoop , zaiden merely toys with it. he tugs almost balefully at it , a sharp inhale pushing past his nostrils the only signal of his obvious distaste at how heavily clothed clair remains while swaddled up in the bed they are meant to share. ❝ undress. ❞ the word leaves him as less of a demand & more like a petulant huff -- and as lashes flutter once more , his brows pinch together enough to cause a single crease to form between them.
he disentangles himself from clair’s familiar grasp only long enough to allow the other’s shirt to join his jacket in suit -- and only when the younger is sufficiently stripped of what few garments clung to his sturdy frame does zaiden exhale a breathy hum of approval. when slender digits move , they trace along the familiar dips of clair’s collarbones & the planes of his chest only to loop steadily around his bicep. a single tug is all it takes to pull clair in , until he is flush against the other. face moves to press into the crook of his neck -- and with a deep , shuddering inhale , zaiden drowns himself in his lover’s familiar scent. he goes boneless yet again , melting as the tension coiled deep within his war-scarred body finally unravels into nothingness -- until he is permitted to merely exist within a secure hold.
zaiden doesn’t speak -- not for a long moment , at least. head pulls back again , cheek resting against the plush comfort of his pillow as he holds clair’s gaze steadily. one hand lifts to cradle the familiar curve of his jaw , thumb brushing along the high planes of his cheeks before he leans close to cover clair’s lips with his own. the kiss is soft , slow -- and full of adoration. zaiden doesn’t press deeper , refusing to be neither insistent nor imploring. the gesture is innocent , genuine -- and only when he pulls back do his lashes flutter again. ❝ kiss me again ? ❞ he breathes out , quiet -- and though timid would never be a word that suited the destroyer of worlds , the embodiment of death , it seemed as if the lingering reservations of the words they refuse to acknowledge continue to linger. a single fang worries into his lower lip as head tilts , expectant and waiting.
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* zacharie !
There’s no surprise that this conversation was shaping up to be anything but friendly. Zac knew that they both had their reasons for keeping their guards up like they were but he couldn’t help but wish that they could drop it all. At the moment all he really wanted to do was sit on his couch and have a conversation, no knives needed. But he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to make the death dealer in his living room put his knife away.
“Okay,” he answered, finally biting back an exasperated sigh as he raised his gaze to actually meet Zade’s identical one. “Would you like to take a seat? I can get us something to drink? I’m afraid I probably don’t have much in the way of A negative, but there should be some whiskey or vodka here somewhere.”
He let his offer hang in the air between them, carefully moving back so that he could maybe step further into his apartment without spearing himself on the dagger still held tightly within Zade’s grasp. Something in his brother’s expression made him stop. It was clear that he’d need to let Zade make the first move if he was going to survive this encounter with all of his limbs intact.
“I know that Sinclair is suspicious of your king.” He focused on keeping the disgust out of his voice as he addressed Alesksander by title, his gaze glued to the identical one of his brothers. “He’s looking for something, some kind of secret or something that he’s been keeping from you.” Zac sighed as his thoughts wandered back to the night that he and Sinclair had met up in the bar to talk about this. The night that he had promised to help keep Zade safe from whatever it was that Sinclair was going to find.
THE UNWAVERING DISGUST glimmering in iridescent hues only hardens with each syllable that leaves the lycan’s lips. a low scoff escapes him & as fangs click together forcefully with a pointed snap , zaiden’s wrist flicks with the fluid ease of an assassin. the pointed edge of his dagger slices along the high planes of zacharie’s cheekbones with sudden swiftness , a thin laceration of scarlet blooming against ivory flesh from where his dagger had made its perfectly-timed incision ; zaiden’s tact is evident , for the cut is too thin to be considered messy , too calculated to be anything less than an example of perfected skill -- & though the hiss of burning flesh is enough to make a mortal recoil in horror , zaiden remains steadfast & unmoving. he glowers at the other with a low tsk , one hand moving to pluck a handkerchief from his inside pocket to clean the thin trail of ruby staining his knife’s serrated edge. ❝ i am not your fucking friend , mutt. you are an animal to me -- no , worse than that. you’re a maggot. i don’t want to waste my time sharing drinks with the likes of you. so don’t try me again. answer my fucking questions. ❞
jaw flexes dangerously , lips parting with enough of a gap to expose glittering fangs in the low light ; zaiden doesn’t bother to move , caging zacharie in against the door regardless of the small hiss of pain that escapes the other. the death dealer may be in the heart of liberation territory , but the fact that zaiden remains in complete control of the situation isn’t lost on him. his glock , loaded with silver bullets , rests neatly at his hip , waiting to be drawn & pointed if the lycan continues to wear down his already fraying patience any further. he allows the other to speak , only partially annoyed now as he rolls his eyes with obvious disdain. ❝ tell me something i don’t know , jackass. ❞ clair had already told him so much -- that he was in cooperation with those like zacharie to find intel against the king zaiden so dutifully served for centuries … and while the sentiment continues to make zaiden uneasy , it had become something he had already grown adjusted to. ❝ do you think i want to waste my time talking to you about what i already knew ? i know there’s more , something you’re not telling me. ❞ head cants to the side as eyes narrow.
his hands work with fluid ease to tuck his knife away in favor of fetching his most favorite weapon ; it glints in the darkness , dangerous & foreboding , and as the mechanical sound of his gun clicking into place echoes in the empty apartment , zaiden’s smirk grows wider , more sadistic. ❝ last chance. what do you know ? you’re in no position to fight me right now. ❞ gloved hand lifts just enough to allow the muzzle of his weapon to nudge beneath zac’s chin , enough to tilt his so-called brother’s head back until blue-and-white hues meet glowing , dangerous sapphire. ❝ what are you planning with clair & why are you involving lena in your shit-stain of a mess ? how does this have anything to do with me & how long has this been going on for ? what is your endgame ? ❞
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