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@crimsonhour    ( … )    [     she   found   that   she   both   loved   and   hated   that   smirk   of   his.   in   this   situation   though,   it   reminded   her   of   a   puppy,   and   she   had   to   stifle   her   snort,   knowing   he   probably   wouldn’t   appreciate   that   description.   nadia   rose   her   eyebrows,   fingers   tapping   impatiently   on   her   crossed   arms,   breath   hitching   in   her   throat   at   the   way   his   eyes   seemed   to   trace   her   face.      ]    me ?   I’m   not   crazy !     [     she   exclaimed   defensively,   narrowing   her   eyes   slightly,   before   they   rolled   at   his   last   comment.   her   arms   unfolded   just   so   that   she   could   nudge   him   firmly   with   her   shoulder.     ]      you’re   unbelievably   irritating,   you   know   that ? 

[ A low, quiet huff escaped his chest at her tease, the corner of his mouth twitching back up into that effortless, lopsided smirk. He took a single, deliberate step closer, hands still tucked comfortably into his pockets. There were no flashing golden eyes or sharp fangs on display just the calm, unnerving presence of a man who knew exactly how much space he occupied in her mind. He tilted his head slightly, his dark gaze holding hers with an intense, unyielding focus that made the distance between them feel paper-thin. ]
            
            " 'Stalkerish fanged friend' ( ... ) now that's a new one, " [ he murmured, his voice dropping into a smooth, low rumble as his gaze flicked down to her lips before meeting her eyes again. A faint, knowing glint flashed in his expression, unbothered by her calling him crazy. ] " For the record, I don't need sharp teeth or a villain backstory to keep you right where you are you just admitted you want to stay. So, who's really crazy here ? " [ He leaned in just a fraction, the smugness softening into a quieter, more intimate intensity, his dark eyes searching hers. ] " I’ll take the slightly insane and unbelievably cocky part, though. Suits me "

@crimsonhour   ( … )     [      the   werewolf   bit   her   lip   then,   when   he   called   her   out   on   not   knowing   him   either.   he   was   right.   she   didn’t.   he   had   appeared   out   of   nowhere   in   her   life,   and   he   had   stuck,   but   they   still   knew   barely   anything   about   each   other.   there   was   a   long   pause   after   he   voiced   his   question,   and   she   let   out   a   breath   she   hadn’t   realised   she’d   been   holding.   her   features   softened,   but   there   was   still   that   fierce   look   in   her   eyes.     ]     you’re   crazy   if   you   think   you   can   force   me   into   doing   anything.   [     she   whispered,   unable   to   tear   her   gaze   away   from   his   intense   one.   her   lips   parted.     ]      I   want   to   stay,   okay ? .   so…   is   that   enough   to   prove   to   you   I   don’t   see   you   as   a   villain ?    …    just   as   my…   slightly   insane,   and   unbelievably   cocky   stalkerish   fanged   friend…    [    she   trailed   with   a   slight   teasing   smile.    ] 

@eadimidium   ( … )     rough   night ?     [     the   werewolf   asked   as   her   head   cocked   to   the   side   almost   inquisitively,   instantly   grabbing   a   martini   glass   from   the   shelf   behind   the   bar.   she   gave   a   quick   glance   at   the   other   woman,   then   reached   for   the   shaker,   already   half‑filled   with   ice.   nadia   poured   the   clear   spirit   with   a   practiced   tilt,   the   liquid   whispering   against   the   ice.   the   shaker   snapped   shut   with   a   metallic   click,   and   she   began   to   shake — slow   at   first,   then   with   a   rhythm   that   matched   the   faint   thrum   of   music   in   the   bar.    ]     smells   like   trouble   walked   in…    [     she   added,   head   still   cocked,   hazel   eyes   fixed   on   her.     ]     and   sat   right   at   my   bar.

[ A quiet, fond hum slips past his lips as he catches the slight tug at the corner of her mouth. He folds his arms loosely over the edge of the bar counter, watching her inhale the petals with a gaze that remains steady, warm, and entirely unbothered by her tease. ] " Fair point. Consider this my official, sworn declaration: I am neither. " [ He leans back slightly, his head tilting as a lazy, confident smile plays on his lips, dark eyes holding hers with quiet intensity. ] " And to answer your question... absolutely. You're far too interesting for me to walk away now, Nadia."

@crimsonhour    ( … )    yes,   but   you   didn’t   exactly   deny   either   of   those   things.     [      nadia   held   up   her   index   finger,   lips   tugging   up   slightly   as   she   shook   her   head   at   his   never ending   boldness.   she   wasn’t   sure   what   exactly   he   was   looking   for — she   wasn’t   that   interesting,   at   least   not   in   the   way   he   insisted   on   acting   as   though   she   was.      ]      oh,   lucky   me.      [      she   teased,   raising   her   eyebrow   as   she   took   the   bouquet   into   her   hands,   bringing   her   face   up   to   the   petals   and   inhaling   slowly.     ]     so   I   suppose   that   means   you’re   sticking   around,   huh ? 

[ Jasper lets out a soft, breathless laugh, his shoulders shaking slightly as the sheer absurdity of the other's words washes over him. He remains rooted on his side of the bar, tapping his fingers rhythmically against the polished wood, his dark eyes glinting with a sharp, amused warmth. ] " A stalker and a serial killer ? Ouch. Come on, sweetheart, give me a little more credit. If I were actually trying to get rid of you, I wouldn't waste a beautiful bouquet on you first. especially one you seemed to like so much. " [ A slow, lazy smile spreads across his lips. He props his chin in his hand, keeping a comfortable, respectful distance across the counter while his gaze holds the other's with steady confidence. ] " Why do I want to know you ? It's simple. You spark my curiosity. And usually, when I get curious about someone... I don't stop until I figure them out. "

/       always   !

[ A soft, airy laugh escapes his lips the sound vibrating directly against her index finger where it still rests against his chest. He doesn’t back away an inch. Instead, he tilts his head, his gaze dropping to her hand for a split second before flicking back up to lock onto her eyes with an intensely amused, dark spark. His smirk softens into a lazy, lopsided grin that reaches his eyes. ] " Arrogant ? I prefer the term self-aware, darling. And as for the smirking... " [ He takes a slow, deliberate step even closer, completely invading her personal space as he leans down just enough to catch her eye in the dim light. His voice drops to a smooth, low murmur. ] " Can you blame me ? You make it entirely too easy to enjoy myself. "

@crimsonhour    ( … )    [     the   werewolf   stilled   when   he   stepped   closer   into   her   personal   space,   an   eyebrow   raising   as   she   folded   her   arms   comfortably   over   her   chest.       ]      you   call   this   charm ?     [      she   mused,   before   chuckling   lightly,   poking   her   index   finger   against   his   chest.    ]     you   wouldn’t   know   charm   if   it   smacked   you   in   the   face.     [       she   lied,   before   a   mocking   smile   formed   on   her   features.     ]     what   you   are,   is   / arrogant /.   and   you   smirk   too   much. 

[ A soft, crinkly-eyed chuckle escapes him as his hand effortlessly slides back into his pocket. He isn't the least bit offended that she blew past his offer for a hand up; instead, he just tilts his head, a bright, deeply amused grin spreading across his face as he watches her ungracefully scramble up and brush off her jeans. He takes a half-step closer, his shoulders shifting into a relaxed posture, his eyes dancing with pure entertainment. ] " Let's just say we appreciate the finer details in life. Or in your case... after life. " [ He pauses, his smirk widening into something a little more cheeky, leaning down just a fraction to catch her eye in the dim forest light. ] " Come on. Don't tell me a little charm is already enough to throw you off balance. "

/        oh yes , it's such a relief to see the bios again , AH , hope we get our display names back soon too   !

@shiftsense / and then move announcements back too i hope !

[ A low, rumbling hum vibrated in Jasper's throat, his eyes dropping to the empty glass she tipped toward him. A soft, breathless chuckle slipped past his lips, a thoroughly amused, crinkle eyed grin splitting his face at her stubborn defense mechanism. He reached out, his long fingers wrapping around the rim of the glass to slide it across the polished bar, tilting his head slightly to lock eyes with her in a lazy, playful gaze. ] " Terrible customer service ? Wow. And here I thought getting personal attention from the owner himself was a luxury ." [ He took the glass from her hand and straightened himself up from the wood of the bar, a fluid, effortless movement as he let out another quiet laugh, shaking his head. Turning just enough to grab a fresh glass, ice clinked softly against the crystal as he poured the gin with practiced grace. Tapping the tonic bottle against the counter with a quiet thud, he leaned back in, resting one elbow on the bar as he slid the freshly mixed gin and tonic right back into her space. ] " Growl all you like, sweetheart. But as long as you're drinking the liquor, you'll have to tolerate the service "

@crimsonhour     ( … )      you   know,   this   is   / terrible /   customer   service.        [     god,   he   seemed   to   find   the   idea   of   teasing   her   entertaining,   didn’t   he ?   the   werewolf   glowered   at   him,   not   realising   that   she   had   finished   yet   another   one   of   the   gin   and   tonics   she’d   been   feeding   herself.   she   dropped   the   straw   from   her   lips   defensively   when   he   pointed   out   her   flushed   cheeks.       ]        no…   I   prefer   the   growling.   I   think   it   gets   my   point   across   perfectly.      [       she   smiled   sweetly,   before   squinting   at   her   empty   glass,   tipping   it   in   his   direction,   changing   the   topic.      ]       can   I   have   another ? 

[ A dramatic, heavy exhale slipped past his lips, his shoulders rolling with the movement as a slow, thoroughly amused grin stretched across his face. He closed his eyes for a brief, lingering second, shaking his head in mock defeat before his eyelids fluttered open, that same effortless, lazy confidence dancing in his eyes. ] " Delusional ? Ouch. And here I thought I was just being observant  " [ he chuckled, leaning an inch closer over the polished bar, a quiet laugh vibrating in his chest as he tracked her expression. ] " I never called you a creep. But those flushed cheeks are doing a terrible job of hiding the truth. Care to try another excuse, or are we sticking with the growling ? "

@FANGEDFXCK    ( … )     [      she   returned   his   stare,   unflinching   and   in   somewhat   disbelief   at   how   oblivious   he   seemed   to   his   own   actions.   the   werewolf   let   her   gaze   flicker   over   him   for   a   few   moments,   before   folding   her   arms   over   her   chest.       ]     address   me   again,   but   / politely /.   I   don’t   care   how   shitty   your   day   has   been.   you   don’t   get   to   be   an   arse   because   of   it.

@shiftsense 
            
            [  He had his head down, staring idly at nothing with his knuckles pressed firmly against his temple. His head was on fire, he couldn't think straight after the shift he just had. So when she moved towards him, he lifted his bright eyes only while his head remained down. He huffed out a laugh at her statement, and sat up straighter then, his gaze steady and fixated on hers. ] Try what again?

@FANGEDFXCK    ( … )    [      nadia   had   been   in   the   middle   of   serving   another   customer   when   she   heard   the   vampire’s   voice   ring   out   across   the   bar.   she   finished   pouring   the   pint,   narrowing   her   lupine   hues   over   at   him   and   his   abrupt   rudeness   as   she   placed   the   perfectly   poured   drink   in   front   of   the   customer.   the   werewolf   let   her   knuckles   rest   against   her   hip   as   she   moved   in   his   direction.   she   stood   behind   the   bar   counter   face   to   face   with   him.      ]     let’s   try   that   again.