In which a greek vampire transforms the blood thirst of the two romanians into a love thirst.
Or
In which Euthymius fights against his feelings towards Vladimir and Stefan because of a lie.
Vladimir x Male Oc x Stefan
breaking dawn- after breaking...
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Focused eyes burned as he stared fervently to the two new blocks of marble on front of him.
His pale hands gently caressed the monumental block, plans on his new statues already flooding his brain, calculating each and every carving he will make despite not even having any model as a reference yet.
Euthymius wasn't quite sure why his brother had suddenly gifted him with blocks of marble after having such distance between the two of them recently, however it was a pleasure to receive such a wonderful support where he would be able to sculp during his free time away from trials.
He let out a content sigh, before carefully rolling up his sleeves and putting on his leather apron to avoid the powder that would eventually contaminate his white dress shirt.
In an angered daze, his gaze lingered on the white markings all over his forearms, courtesy of both his time as a guard and his life as a human (which he fortunately didn't recall much off).
The moment was interrupted by an oblivious blond man who promptly entered the warm room without even knocking, his hair bouncing as he stepped inside and his hands elegantly behind his back, a habit perhaps from his time as a king from the Romanian coven.
This pose made Euthymius swallow dryly as he examined the male from head to toe, coming to the conclusion that the male was the perfect reference for his upcoming statue.
Vladimir's vivid red eyes carefully and curiously examined the tools and different blocks that were mysteriously covered, his entire being exuding a sense of awe. That was until he catched sight of Euthymius, staring down directly at him with an amused look in his structured face.
The shorter male cleared his throat, looking away from the taller male. "Good afternoon." He quietly said. Then he halted before snapping his gaze towards him." I assume this is where you sculpt?"
"No, this is where I come to create my diabolical plans." He said stoically before sighing at his tone. "Yes this is where I sculpt."
"I see."
There was a brief moment of silence before both of them attempted to speak at the same time.
"You go first." The Greek suggested, avoiding looking in his direction.
The Romanian tutted and brought his arms in front of him before crossing them."No, I invaded your personal space, it's the least I could do."
"I assure you that I am not bothered by your presence in the slightest." He confessed quickly, impressing himself with such clarity when it came to his feelings.
Euthymius looked out of the window trying not to appear too flustered.
"You...aren't?" Vladimir quietly muttered in his native language, looking towards the Volturi guard who looked back as if he had understood.
