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id: @heIIshound 
            actually, i think you can. detective laurent— hpd. [ walking over to the man, he quickly shows his badge, putting it back in his coat. ] we have reason to believe someone checked out a car that wasn’t there’s and crossed state lines. have you seen this woman? [ he pulls up his phone, showing a still image from a security camera. ] 

@sanguinaes 
            
            Despite her typically cold and abrasive nature, the demon appears to soften in his grasp, the heaving of her chest indicating the rapid spill of emotions that had plagued her after the events. It started small, merely a conversation, before her true nature engulfed her and unraveled the illusion that was her human vessel. It took her a moment to regain some semblance of awareness of their current predicament, and she finally took it upon herself to act in the only way she knew how. "Seb...no, you need to get out of here. Leave me." Her words were unusually cold, although she made no move to pull away from his soft grip on her hand. 
            
            It was the concern that truly shocked her the most when she spoke. It was as if some invisible force was clutching at the human heart that pumped beneath her ribcage, twisting and eliciting this unusual dread for him rather than herself. "Look—I cannot let you put yourself at risk to clean my messes..."

id: @sinfulsitter 
            “ it’s okay. ” was all he could muster, weakly he spoke not wanting her to use any more of her energy than she wanted to. he could only get a glimpse of her face but he saw it instantly, the regret and fear in her eyes; he tried to swallow his own emotions. the fear wasn’t from her, neither was the disgust and anger, no— that was heavily internalized. how could he just stand there as the earth crumbled underneath him? what could he do when she became something else other than help her run away? was that all he was good for? and how long would it be until she changed again? 
            
            he takes her hand anyway, rather than clutching her shoulders and flags down a taxi. “ i could take you home. wherever you want— it doesn’t matter and i can stay with you (…) if you want. ”

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            Velatrix didn’t fight him as he pulled her to her feet. She simply stood there, frozen, her breathing shallow as her molten eyes remained fixed somewhere beyond the bodies, beyond the alley itself. The hunger was gone, buried beneath a flood of emotions she couldn’t name quickly enough to hide. Slowly, her gaze drifted toward Sebastian. It lingered there only for a heartbeat before dropping away again. For perhaps the first time in centuries, she found herself unable to speak. The only thought echoing through her mind was that he’d seen it—that he’d seen her. Not the sarcasm, not the carefully crafted facade, but the monster beneath it. An unfamiliar knot tightened painfully in her chest. She had never cared what anyone thought after witnessing her true nature… until now. Because somewhere along the way, she’d made the mistake of letting Sebastian become important, and the possibility that this one moment might change the way he looked at her was somehow more frightening than the blood pooling at their feet. “ Sebastian…”

@sanguinaes 
            
            [For a long moment, Velatrix said nothing. Her molten eyes remained fixed on him as though she'd forgotten how to answer, the usual sarcastic retort dying somewhere before it reached her tongue.
            Something unfamiliar settled across her features-soft, almost vulnerable.
            It was the look of someone realizing, perhaps for the first time in centuries, that they were being seen as more than the monster they had always been.] You know... you're making this whole being human thing very inconvenient. [A quiet breath of a laugh escaped her, though it carried none of its usual bite.] I was supposed to be corrupting you, not... whatever this is. [Her gaze dropped briefly before returning to his.] Hell can complain all it wants. If smiling at your terrible jokes and letting myself enjoy your company is enough to make them nervous, then perhaps they're not nearly as powerful as they pretend to be. [The corner of her mouth lifted into a smile so small and genuine it almost looked foreign on her face. Slowly, and with visible hesitation, she reached up and rested her hand lightly over his where it lingered near her cheek-the first time she had ever initiated contact instead of merely tolerating it.] So stop worrying about what happens to me... because, for the first time in a very long time, I think I'm exactly where I want to be.

id: @sinfulsitter 
            a small smile follows that. a bit flattered (…) a bit perplexed. although it shouldn’t have worried him, he often did think of velatrix and her obligations. he didn’t understand a lot of it, but he knew she was important to hell and her changing was an issue, even if he grew to think of her as a friend. was every smile and kind word damaging her in a way that couldn’t be ‘fixed?’ would she even want to be fixed at all?
            
            for a moment, he pauses, gently placing the bandage on her cheek. “ i really like spending time with you, i think you’re funny and really cool and your sadistic humor is kinda rubbing off on me a bit. but (…) i don’t wanna cause problems for you if i am. ”

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            Velatrix’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before dropping to her hands folded in her lap. For once, there wasn’t a sarcastic remark waiting on the tip of her tongue. “Because that’s not supposed to happen.” Her voice came quieter than before, carrying an unfamiliar edge of frustration. “The cult didn’t scare me. The fight didn’t scare me. I’ve dealt with worse things than them.” A faint crease formed between her brows as she searched for the words. “What scared me was realizing that when it was over, the only place I wanted to be was here.” She let out a humorless laugh and shook her head. “I keep telling myself it’s ridiculous. Demons don’t get homesick. We don’t get attached. We don’t spend an entire drive wondering if someone is awake or if they’ll let us stay.” Her molten eyes lifted back to his. “Every time this vessel makes me feel something human, I tell myself it’s temporary. That it’ll pass. Then something happens, and instead of getting over it, it gets worse.” The corner of her mouth twitched upward in reluctant amusement. “Honestly, Sebastian, I’m less concerned about the cult trying to kill me than I am about the possibility that I’m becoming sentimental. That’s a horrifying diagnosis.”

id: @eadimidium 
            i think you do— but that’s beside the point. case is a dead end at the moment and i’m not following you (...) i’m taking a walk; getting coffee. are you [ he gestures vaguely up ahead with a nod, he was really going to the feeding center marked with a wellness sign. ] going to the same place?

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            Velatrix stared at him flatly the second he started laughing, visibly regretting every decision that had led her to this conversation.
            
            “Oh, don’t look so pleased with yourself,” she muttered, folding her arms tightly across her chest. “You were half-starved, delirious, and trying to convince me eating sewer animals counted as self-control.”
            
            A quiet scoff left her afterward.
            
            “So yes,” she admitted begrudgingly, “I may have told them I was your ‘supportive companion.’”
            
            Her molten eyes narrowed immediately after.
            
            “But if you ever repeat that sentence out loud again, I will deny it viciously.”

id: @sinfulsitter 
            his suspicions would get the better of him, had it not been for how much he was starting to believe it. being skeptical was his job but sometimes he just wanted to relax, hunching over a dumpster and eating rats was not the way to do that. 
            
            sebastian tries to keep his composure at the idea of her trying to fill out a series of papers for him— it was sweet but still funny. he snorts, unlike himself and covers his mouth quickly. his lips press into a thin line, catching another laugh about to escape. 
            
            “ so did you say yes? that you were my (…) ” the words become hard to find, “ supportive companion? ” he clears his throat, genuinely curious, but still, his lips quiver into a slight smile. 

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            Velatrix let out a quiet snort at that, folding her arms as she leaned back against the wall beside him.
            
            “Sebastian, if places like that didn’t exist, vampires would be sprinting through city streets foaming at the mouth every time someone scraped their knee.”
            
            The corner of her mouth twitched faintly upward afterward.
            
            “The supernatural world survives because everyone’s desperately trying to avoid being perceived by humans. Structured feeding keeps vampires functional, discreet, and significantly less likely to end up on national news.”
            
            A pause.
            
            “Think of it like… damage control for immortals with impulse issues.”
            
            Her molten eyes flicked toward him briefly then.
            
            “And honestly? The fact it sounds too good to be true is exactly why it works. Nobody expects the secret vampire feeding clinic to operate like a support group and wellness center.”
            
            Another beat passed before her expression flattened slightly with amusement.
            
            “There are intake forms, Sebastian.” She looked genuinely offended by the memory. “One of them asked me if I was a ‘supportive companion.’ I almost set the receptionist on fire.”

@sanguinaes   ( … )     [       selene   had   never   much   cared   about   humanity — about   preserving   the   lives   of   the   innocents.   in   her   eyes,   no   one   was   truly   pure.   and   so   she   had   never   entertained   herself   with   the   idea   of   blood   bags — fresh   blood,   straight   from   the   vein,   satisfied   her   much   more.   the   hunt,   the   taste…   it   was   worth   the   effort.   her   head   turned   to   look   at   the   other   vampire,   tilting   in   mock   pity.      ]       who   says   he   has   to   die ?      [      she   hummed,   moving   the   man’s   head   to   the   side   to   expose   more   of   his   neck   as   her   eyebrow   rose.   her   other   hand   lifted,   fingernail   dragging   against   the   curve   of   her   victim’s   throat.       ]       learn   a   little   self-control   then,   darling.   you’ll   find   it’ll   taste   much   better   if   you   just   give   in.   I   see   you’re   / starving /. 

id: @-VAMPIRISMS- 
            [ sebastian was practically drawn here, walking to a corner of the graveyard from afar with the scent of blood on his mind. fresh, warm and intoxicating. his eyes finally adjust in the darkness and he meets the other, holding a man against a tree. he trembles, his gaze searching hers. his irises turn red, black veins pulsing under his eyes. ] i can’t (…) [ his head shakes, but he’s completely still. ] i’ve been drinking from blood bags and stuff this is— [ “wrong” couldn’t escape his lips, ] he shouldn’t die. 

@sanguinaes 
            
            Velatrix was still glaring suspiciously into the water glass when he started listing food, her expression slowly changing with every item like he was casting a spell on her in real time.
            
            The mention of the cheeseburger alone made her visibly sit up straighter.
            
            Then came the milkshake.
            
            Then the loaded chili fries.
            
            A deeply dramatic groan left her immediately afterward as she grabbed onto his arm with sudden intensity, molten eyes wide with drunken devastation.
            
            “…You can’t say things like that to me right now.”
            
            She sounded genuinely emotional about it.
            
            “That’s too much food. That’s irresponsible.”
            
            A pause.
            
            “…Do they put pickles on the burger?”
            
            Another pause.
            
            “Actually don’t answer that. If you tell me yes I might start crying.”
            
            Velatrix slumped heavily against his shoulder afterward with a miserable sigh.
            
            “Mortal bodies are horrifying. Why does eating greasy garbage feel spiritually healing.”

id: @sinfulsitter 
            
            “ even more relentless cruelty, ” his eyes roll dramatically at the mention of her making fun of him, striking his hand through his chest, “ i’m not sure how much my heart can take! ” he speaks dryly though there’s a bit of fondness in his tone as he does. 
            
            he takes another sip of his beer, side eying as she sips the water in utter confusion. he suppresses a laugh, then a smile. “ you will thank me later. part of being human and drinking like a sailor is getting a massive hangover in the morning and possibly throwing up. ”
            
            he nudges her shoulder with his softly, gesturing up the diner. “ i’m thinking after this we could go to the diner and get a n͟i͟c͟e͟,͟ g͟r͟e͟a͟s͟y͟, double decker cheeseburger with a milkshake and loaded chili fries. ” he straightens his face, mimicking genuine curiosity. “ how’s that sound? ”

@sanguinaes 
            
            “(…) Okay, no, that absolutely moved.”
            
            A long pause followed, Velatrix’s molten eyes narrowing at the room with growing suspicion before her expression slowly twisted into visible offense.
            
            “Actually, hold on. I think I’m moving.”
            
            One hand immediately latched onto his sleeve afterward, fingers curling tightly into the fabric like she was trying to physically tether herself to reality before she floated off the couch entirely. Her forehead briefly pressed against his shoulder as she let out a miserable groan.
            
            “This is horrible. Mortal bodies are a scam.”
            
            Then came the castle comment.
            
            Velatrix lifted her head just enough to squint up at him through the haze of alcohol, visibly trying to picture the scenario and somehow getting more offended by it the longer she thought about it.
            
            “Er—I guess that works (…) But if you end up with a talking dog and one of those offensively colorful mystery vans, I’m making fun of you relentlessly.”
            
            Then came the drink.
            
            She took the glass from him immediately, clearly too drunk to question his sudden generosity, and swallowed a long mouthful before freezing completely mid-drink.
            
            Velatrix slowly lowered the glass, staring into it like it had personally betrayed her trust. Her face twisted with deep, genuine disgust.
            
            “(…) This is the saddest vodka I’ve ever tasted.”
            
            Another sip followed anyway. Longer this time, like she was trying to convince herself she’d somehow imagined it.
            
            Her molten eyes lifted back toward him afterward, narrowing into pure drunken accusation while heat flushed across her cheeks.
            
            “You gave me water.”

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