-bloodyy-
/ hehe <3
crimsonhour
dearprey
careful—- you never truly know someone.
crimsonhour
@dearprey [ Jesper lets out a soft laugh, resting his elbows on the polished bar counter as a playful, knowing smirk lines his lips. There's a brief, amused gleam in his eyes a flash of something entirely too sharp before he smooths it over with easy, human charm. He tilts his head, trailing a finger along the rim of a glass. ] " Is that a warning, or are you just trying to sound mysterious ? Because trust me, half the people who walk into my lounge are hiding a dark side once the sun goes down. A little mystery is good for business keeps me on my toes. "
shiftsense
you know, I don’t tolerate unnecessary violence in my bar.
crimsonhour
@shiftsense " Drink ? " [ Jesper lets out a soft, melodic chuckle, the sound rich and entirely unbothered by her flashing golden eyes or the raw, lupine threat humming beneath her skin. He leans his forearms casually against the smooth surface of the counter, tilting his head to catch the light. A dangerous, predatory gleam dances in his dark eyes, his smirk widening just enough to hint at the sharp edge of a fang. ] " I suppose I could be persuaded. But careful, darling... if you keep staring at me with those pretty gold eyes, I might start to think you're the one who wants a taste. " [ He lets the silence stretch for a tantalizing second, his gaze dropping to the cloth she just set down before snapping back up to meet hers with effortless, arrogant warmth. ] " I'll take whatever you're pouring. As long as it has a little bit of bite. "
shiftsense
@crimsonhour ( … ) [ nadia could already tell he was going to be a problem. not because he was a vampire — she’d dealt with plenty of his kind and even enjoyed their company — but because of / that / smirk. that lazy, knowing curl of his mouth that promised trouble long before he opened it. the werewolf stared at him, jaw dropping slightly, before her pupils flashed molten gold as she placed the cloth down onto the counter. ] uh, there’s no ‘for now’. there’s ‘always’. put that word into your vocabulary… / darling /. [ the last word rolled off her tongue with exaggerated sweetness, her lips lifting into something that resembled a polite smile — or at least her best attempt at one. ] drink ?
crimsonhour
@shiftsense " Unnecessary ? " [ Jesper tilts his head, a faint, amused smirk playing on his lips as his dark eyes lock onto hers . He lifts a hand, casually dusting imaginary debris off his sleeve while the faint scent of copper still lingers in the air. ] " Darling, I assure you, everything I do is entirely necessary. But if it keeps the peace in this lovely little establishment... " [ He steps a fraction closer, his voice dropping to a low, smooth purr. ] " ...I suppose I can play by your rules. For now. "
servedeath
if you are thinking of biting me, i suggest that you don’t. my blood doesn’t offer your kind any sustenance, and.. well, i’d rather not deal with the aftermath if you tried.
crimsonhour
@servedeath " Involuntarily ? " [ Jasper lets out a soft, hummed note of dark amusement, taking a slow, deliberate step forward to close the distance she so carefully tried to guard. His golden eyes gleam with a wicked sort of fascination, tracking the subtle tension in her crossed arms before drifting back up to lock onto her gaze. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips, entirely unbothered by the vague threat of her protective circle. ] " Well, that implies I'm the type to take what isn't freely offered, sweetheart. And those protective friends of yours... do you really think they could stop me if I actually decided to make you a meal ? " [ He tilts his chin down slightly, his voice dropping to a low, intimate purr that practically hums in the quiet space between them. ] " But you're deflecting. You still haven't answered my question. What exactly happens during this 'aftermath' of yours ? Don't tell me you're afraid to let me find out. "
servedeath
nobody said anything. it’s the way you’re looking at me, mostly. [ edena crosses her arms over her chest, lips pressing into a thin line. the words of others—- those gone but not yet crossed—- fill her ears in the brief silence that settles between the two. she lets out a quiet sigh, and refocuses on the man before her. ] i have people who care for my wellbeing who wouldn’t quite like the idea of me being someone’s food.. involuntarily, especially.
crimsonhour
@servedeath " Sustenance ? Sweetheart, who said anything about eating ? " [ Jasper tilts his head, a low, smooth chuckle vibrating in his chest as his irises bleed into a brilliant, predatory gold. His dark gaze locks onto hers, his lips curving into a slow, dangerously sharp smirk before the tip of his tongue idly grazes the wicked edge of his fang. ] " Now you’ve gone and made me curious. What exactly is this 'aftermath' you're so worried about ? "
-VAMPIRISMS-
I don’t share, sweetheart. you’ll have to find yourself another snack. this one is mine.
crimsonhour
@-VAMPIRISMS- [ Jasper doesn't flinch as she steps into his space; instead, he turns his head slowly, tracking her movements with the dark intensity of a predator completely unmoved by her threats. As she murmurs against his ear, a slow, knowing smile carves its way across his face, a single dimple flashing on one side a stark, boyish contrast to the lethal promise in his eyes. He leans in closer, tilting his head down to lock his gaze directly into hers, his voice dropping into a low, amused purr. ] " Ruining a pretty face ? Now that would be a tragedy, wouldn't it ? Especially when we could be having so much more fun. " [ He lets out a soft, dark chuckle, the dangerous edge in his eyes softening just a fraction into pure amusement as his smirk widens. ] " Don't misunderstand, sweetheart , I have absolutely no desire to fight you. Ruining those pretty hands of yours would be a terrible waste. But if you're looking to share... I might just be persuaded to play nice. "
-VAMPIRISMS-
@crimsonhour ( … ) [ a low, velvety laugh slipped from selene’s throat. she stepped into his shadow instead of away from it, tilting her chin just enough that the dim light caught the faint shimmer of her own fangs beneath her smile. she purred, her voice a slow, dangerous melody. ] oh how naive you are. if you think I’m hoarding, you’ve mistaken me for someone generous. [ her devious gaze flicked to the man, then back to jasper with a predator’s patience. ] tut tut. threatening a stranger is bad manners. [ ironic, considering she didn’t have any. she continued, circling him with the unhurried grace of a creature who had never once needed permission. then, she murmured near his ear, her tone dropping into something silk‑wrapped and lethal. ] you think ugliness deters me ? I don’t mind getting my hands dirty. and I don’t mind ruining a pretty face.
crimsonhour
@-VAMPIRISMS- [ Jasper’s golden gaze tracks the man, a soft, amused hum vibrating in his chest as he steps just a fraction closer to her , his tone dripping with playful charm. ] " Oh, but what if I’ve already developed a taste for him ? It’s terribly cruel of you to hoard the best sweets in the shop, sweetie " [ The tease disappears in a heartbeat. His golden eyes suddenly darken to a terrifying, bottomless black, the warmth evaporating into a suffocating, lethal coldness as his fangs slip past his lips, sharp and unapologetic. ] " Let’s make one thing perfectly clear: if I want him, I take him. Try to get between me and my meal, and you’ll find out exactly how ugly things can get when I don't get what I want. "
FANGEDFXCK
[ The darkness grew thick and the air was suffocating the lungs. In the pitch black not even the moon wanted to peek out, letting the streets glow with their wired hearts like fake stars. Yet, the city was alive, in its smoke and its heat it sought cold drinks to try and get its soul to cool off. So did he. No soul to feed but a mouth that never grows satisfied with liquor, he moved in devilish darkness down the street to the nearest pub he could find. He was not familiar with it; the walls were too dark and the inside hummed like a beehive with music and laughter and hot blood. Of course, he went right in. ]
[ What a contrast. He felt the cool air hit him upon entrance, and moved further in while slipping off his coat bit by bit. By the time the bar was in sight he had removed it, slouching it over the stool's backrest before sitting down. His eyes swept behind him, curious about the new faces and the breath of life on each of them. Not a single thing in that room could tell a difference between a dead man and an alive one. So he smiled, and turned towards the bar again, scanning the bottles and drumming clawed fingers against the oak surface, waiting for the owner or a meek thing that works there to take his order. ]
FANGEDFXCK
@crimsonhour / oh perfect. [ Something stirred. Below his fingers and the ground he felt a sensation akin to the tiny feet of a bug rushing over his fingertips and up his arms. The man looked familiar, not because like calls to like, but because of a thread so thin he had no fingers to grab onto it. Levi did not need to see the teeth to know what he was; the lack of warmth was a sign clear enough. He watched him move and raised his tongue in his mouth to feel the sharp edge of his fangs. No, there was more to it than a threat. ] [ As the other sat across from him, Levi leaned back into his seat, letting his hand linger on the table between them and standing his ground against the other's presence alone. Bright eyes lowered to the man's wrist, the tattoo exposed on the skin then back up at the two dark pools that stared right into him. ] "Perhaps that is so." [ He replied just as quietly, not allowing a sound to escape their private conversation, not a pinch of attention would be given to anyone in here, at least not enough to raise suspicion. His pale hand moved to wrap around the glass again, sliding it closer over the surface but not drinking. He could see the other's curiosity well, and did not know if he should entertain it further. To his mischievous eyes he offered a smile. ] "Your lounge? I must say I'm impressed." [ His thumb grazed the side of the crystal glass. Something heavy sat in that man's tone, like lead it sunk and weighted down on the conversation as a whole. With a slow blink, he assessed him again, letting his eyes linger on the bright, forever youthful features before replying. ] "You first."
crimsonhour
@FANGEDFXCK / he feels that exact same déjà vu but can't fully place the memory either , but his instincts definitely recognize the danger even if he can't recall the exact moment yet
crimsonhour
@FANGEDFXCK [ A low, melodic chuckle vibrated in Jasper's throat at the stranger's blunt inquiry. He crushed his teeth together slowly, a tight, hidden tension in his jaw before he slightly tilted his head to the side, watching the other man with sharp, assessing eyes. The skin of his cheeks dimpled as his lips twitched upwards into a knowing, subtle smirk. Locking directly onto those green ones, a sudden, violent flash of déjà vu hit Jasper like a physical blow. He couldn't quite recall the exact time, place, or face, but something deep within his very veins the dark, immortal blood coursing through him stirred with a terrifying, primal familiarity. It was an electric, silent frequency vibrating between them, far heavier than any ordinary connection. He could sense it in the cold air, a distinct aura marking the stranger not just as something different from the usual human flock, but as the apex predator who held the keys to his own shadows. ] [ Moving with an effortless, predatory grace, Jasper bypassed the edge of the counter to close the distance between them. Instead of staying behind the bar, he wandered over to the plush seating area, sinking into the leather couch positioned directly opposite the man. He casually crossed one leg over another, putting one hand on the top of the couch edge in a picture of relaxed dominance. ] " Threatened me ? " [ Jasper murmured, his dark eyes locked onto the stranger's fox-like gaze, entirely unbothered by the implication. ] " I highly doubt you would forget it if you had . But if I seem familiar... perhaps we simply share the same taste in the shadows. Tell me, what brings someone of your particular... caliber to my lounge tonight ? " [ He paused, leaning forward just a fraction as his eyes narrowed into a playful, piercing gaze, his voice dropping a seductive octave. ] " Tell me what's your name ? "
-lateniights-
so , this is the place that's giving us competition , hm ? i have to say , i do see the appeal . .
crimsonhour
@-lateniights- " let's not get ahead of ourselves, sweetheart. lapin lounge is a fine establishment, but night lounge ? we're in a league of our own. why don't we see if you can handle the heat on this side of the fence first ? "
-lateniights-
the young woman laughed softly , shaking her head as she followed him inside . " already thinking ahead of ourselves , are we ? if i let you do that , lapin lounge might just go out of business . . "
-lateniights-
/ ooo <33
killerwidows
/ STARES
FANGEDFXCK
/ BARK BARK BARK ARF ARF ARF AWOOOOOOI
crimsonhour
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@FANGEDFXCK / fuck no , i'm always happy whatever you bring for us , don't say that again