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"I am sorry about the scare they gave you," Ezio told her with what he hoped was a soft smile, "but I am glad they didn't harm you." If they had harmed her, they wouldn't be breathing. As bad as that sounded, there was a reason he placed her on that list. He didn't want her or anyone associated with her harmed. Once the waiter has both their orders, they go back to the kitchen and Ezio can return his full attention to Barbara. He has a million questions he wants to ask her but he'll do it slowly so as to not overwhelm her. "Well, you aren't married, right?" He raised an eyebrow at her as his eyes moved down to her hands, no sign of a ring. "What has life been like for you since high school, Barbara? I wanted to keep in touch after graduation but there was so much going on," he said with a tight smile at the memories flooding his mind. Graduation was around the time his mother was killed and things for the family weren't looking too good. One of the main reasons he broke up with her.
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Damp, drizzly afternoon grew into sooty stormy night. Blankets of rain mixed with waves of fog covered the view on the stony town and its busy streets. Industrial time was the juice of life on this hundred years old streets where monarchy lefts its lavishing structures. Hunting time, perfect cover for bloodshed, cure for crimson tracks left by the monsters..a reason why the Nox Archana’s headquarters were low in numbers. Harvest. Word almost too easy to use, when legions of night creatures roamed the land in search for a blood pump to satisfy the agonizing thirst. Scarlet hair fell in waves over her elegant shoulders covered with laced black dress. Savagery not a stranger to her, but a friend, yet, Clare remained in the library of the castle, going though the ancient pages of medical lexicons she knew by heart. Still, no mortal could see the text written under the bold inky letters. One written with sweat dripping from burning bodies of witches on stakes, revealing the recipes for potions more damaging than the toothy mouth of a monster.
“ Two shillings, virgin’s molars, child’s nails..” the last one was clearly voiced with disgust, what for the demand and some for his own act of delivering. Mateo threw the small leather bag with things he gathered by ‘robbing the graves’ next to the woman that gave no sign that she noticed him, heard him or is planning to acknowledge him. If the tender fibers of the heart were still filling his skeleton cage, in the time when he was alive, this person would never be in the palette of his chosen friends. But the chest area was silent even if the flesh was warm...because he was nor alive or dead, and the bitter redhead was the reason he was not sent to eternal darkness.
“ Do you think Frankenstein's monster followed his creator around? “ Gaze still glued to the worn pages, Clare asked with a emotionless tone. Another one of her insults. Man’s eyebrows knotted, chains of muscles tensed, but he remained silent. At first, the hostile behavior nearly drove him over the edge of patience, yet now it only challenged it, when he learned by observation, the woman maybe wore thorns, but that sharp spikes covered something honest inside.
Mateo dismissed the rudeness once more.
“ I would need more...” hesitating, man swallowed through his dry throat, forcing him to continue. “.. of it. “
“ You were outside just now, am I mistaken? Plenty ‘of it’ out there. “ pale hand turned another page calmly. Deep growl echoed through the empty library, dimly lit by the few candles.
“ You know damn well I won’t do it. “ roar as an answer, presenting his thin nerves and determination.
“ Not your mother to hold your hand, nor a innkeeper to fulfill your beverage choices. “ Clare was not a heartless, hostile monster she so desperately tried to present yourself as. But it was what was needed. After the life she suffered, followed by the brutality of her turning, solitude was what was the safe choice. Baring her fangs, what figuratively what literally, worked spotlessly with humans and immortals...but this man was a leach that kept sucking the poison with a mere speculation there will be something else under it. Ruby haired woman took pity on him, but never would show it, and forever gave him a tour of hell before finally acting even slightly..more approachable.
However, this time, rough fist slammed on the wooden table next to her arm, blue eyes replaced by two pits filled with fire. One that she gave to him...in a way. Without fear, she gazed upon his tortured expression now presenting rage.
Her moves faster than the speed of light, when she rose, facing him fearlessly like the alpha lion one of his reckless followers in the pack.
“ Anything you were going to do? “ she provoked, but not pushing it further. Veins on his arms popped, reminding her on a spider web, face with ash complexion, result of not feeding. She huffed, shaking her head, before slipping past him and heading for the door.
“ Taking the ways of a sympathetic vampire on the enemy side a step further? Don’t you think she is just weakening you to snap your neck afterwards? “ a secret. One so dangerous it would result in execution. One he decided to share with her. Mateo flinched on the mere mention of Aida in that way. looking around for some prying ears or eyes.But there was no one...most of them on the mentioned hunt.
“ Why are you so repulsed by compassion? “
“ She is an enemy. “ sharp response from the redhead.
“ More of a friend than any of others here. “ he protested in a hoarse voice.
“ Before she sinks her teeth in your neck as a proper dinner, not like you, feeding on the scraps of blood drained from the already harvested. “ the though of sinking teeth in flesh reminded her on her own hunger, and the enemy whose neck she fantasized about....one that would surly teste like nectar.
Before Mateo could answer the hair of his neck rose, and even the woman stopped.
Smell. Sound. Voices.
None of them belonging inside this high walls. None of them covered by thunder rain, and howling wind, like they probably thought it would.
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This was a tough one, and Steven wasn’t looking forward to it at all. Three men had turned up dead, all with the same MO, and the fear of a serial killer being on the loose had people nervous. They were still learning day by day, however he at least had the knowledge that they were being joined by a detective from Texas who had plenty of knowledge on the situation, given that this killer - or so they suspected - had previously been wrecking havoc there too.
He sat on the edge of his desk reading over the case files, trying to get as much information as he could, before the door opened up and a stranger entered.
“Detective Davis?” he asked, standing and holding out a hand in greeting. “Detective Steven Carlisle. Pleasure to meet you.”
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For almost a decade, self-employed financial advisor Marcelo Cortez had been keeping a secret from his wife. Just hours ago, he’d witnessed the murder of not only his business partner and good friend but also the senseless shootings of the man’s brother, father and girlfriend. Yeah… needless to say, Marcel had an extremely eventual, horrible day, which wasn’t even over yet. He found himself sitting across from his wife at the kitchen table, kids asleep upstairs in their beds, explaining how he was a top money launderer for the second largest cartel in Mexico, and they couldn’t go to the police because that would mean prison for him. Marcel would be carried away in a body bag before going to a damn prison. “Rita, por favor… will you say something? Anything…”
#private muse.#» 𝐜𝐡: 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐳#threads / marcel & rita.#califxrniaxdreamin#// uh-oh#someone’s in trouble#actually she’s the least of his problems asdfgshsja#welp
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"No problem." She smiled at Leo, winked at Freddy when he thanked her as well. She really did get along with those two so well. They were starting to feel like brothers to her, but there was still this weird tension between her and Mickey. Blue hues fell to him when he questioned her on what it was. "Just open it Ledger. It's not gonna kill you. Promise."
It wasn't anything huge. Charlie had gotten a few custom guitar picks made for him, had his initials on a few, the bands name on the others, but they were the typical plastic ones that they'd toss to the crowd during shows. These were nice, metal. Perhaps a bit sentimental in some ways, but she wasn't sure what else to get the guy who she was sure would rather her not be there. Charlie wasn't a quitter though, and her goal was just to get them to a point where they could at least say they were friends, even when she knew he was growing on her.
#c: michael#charlotte interaction#califxrniaxdreamin#are you flirting or starting a fight || charlotte & michael#new thread for the editor crap
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❔ for future threads hehe :)
send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!
omg? bby you know I love your muses so much and how great you write as each one of them! so my list will be long heheh brace yourself
For your main blog:
Dante, Polly, Kasia, Lyra, Kaya, Salomé, Andrew, Napoleon, Cole, Lorraine
For your sideblog:
Aegon III, Arabella, Lionel, Harwin, Daenerys, Vivienne
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camille lightly knocked on the door of vincenzo’s bedroom, careful not to startle him. though instead of waiting for him to invite her in, she simply walked into the room. “hey... are you feeling any better?” she asked with genuine concern, no snide remarks or banter. “I got you a couple things-” then she presented an expensive shopping bag in one hand and a cup of tea in the other hand. camille set the cup of tea on his bedside table, careful to give the male his space.
#califxrniaxdreamin#⌜ in character — camille byron. ⌟#/hope this is ok! I really liked them :)#/let me know if you want something else or another one!
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@califxrniaxdreamin for you buddy, hope you are doing ok! 🖤
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"I'm willing to bet on it." Elena commented before following Ece. "Do you think she'll make it to camp alright?" Elena turned to Roman as they walked. She worried about Ece in her current state, wondering if the cut was on it way to infection. She was glad to have found Roman and Ece, the world seemed to be less scary with them around. "Come on. We'll settle this at the camp." Since the world had gone to shit, everything seemed ten times more lethal. The possibility of an infection was imminent, and it worried Elena to the core. "How are you feeling?" Elena asked once again. "I know I'm annoying but you need to answer me."
in truth, roman wasn’t entire sure how bad the injury to the younger woman’s arm was, but between the three of them, the man believed they’d gotten what they’d needed from the pharmacy ( and if not, he could always run back alone to gather anything else the might require ). “i’ll carry her, if need be,” he eventually offered in a way of soothing the others nerves. “she couldn’t be in any better hands then yours.”
elena was right at least, the question was annoying, but given they’d both handled a similar profession before the world had flipped upside down, ece couldn’t exactly blame the woman. “i’m fine,” she murmured, which wasn’t entirely the case. the makeshift bandage she’d fashioned was all but useless at this point and needed to be replaced. hearing the man insist on carrying her pack before it was carefully removed from her shoulders, blue hues flickered between them. “i’m also not deaf. if i need help, i promise i’ll say. but we can’t exactly stop in the middle of the road to treat this. i’ll be entirely useless and while i trust this big lug to watch our backs, i’d rather not be caught by surprise. it’s just another block or two. i’ll survive, trust me.”
#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 *⠀⸺ ece#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 *⠀⸺ roman#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 *⠀⸺ ece & roman#𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 *⠀⸺ ece & roman & elena#califxrniaxdreamin
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"Do you not like being called Salvatore?" Siara asked him as soon as she took note of the expression on his face when she used his full name. The only person she didn't like using her full name was her father. "I will call you whatever you feel comfortable with, no need to be uncomfortable if we're going to be stuck together for however long Ezio sees fit," she rolled her eyes at the mention of her elder brother, whom she was still mad at. Siara placed two identical lenses in his hands, with minor details between them. "Just take a look and feel the weight of them, which one do you think I should go with?" She wanted to see how his instincts worked. He didn't need to know much about cameras and lenses as she did, after all, Siara had made photography her career. "I could always get both but I'd really like your opinion. I have to buy a few other things though, like a tripod and some new lighting, the bride wants me to set up a photo booth of sorts," she supplied with a smile as Felipe went back to get her examples of tripods.
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Obviously, the man was indeed the owner based on how the dog wiggled her tail and barked at the sight of him; sure, he had answered the call and gave an accurate description of the animal but nowadays one couldn't be sure. Nina would have barked like the dog, too, but rather because the man was incredible handsome and it was a plus when men were so cute with pets. "No problem, I couldn't just leave her. She behaved really well during the cab ride." Nina informed, her words stopping short when the man held fifty bucks in her direction. "Oh, gosh, no. I didn't even know you were offering money as reward so, it's fine." The blonde smile as she pushed his hand gently away. "Anyway, I'm glad she's back with her owner so my job here is done. Good luck." Leaning down, Nina scratched the dog's ears. "Bye, gorgeous." Before she could straightened, the Collie jumped over her, pushing her down on her ass clearly wanting to play.
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It’d been a long day, and Andrés was ready to call it a night, but he’d told Elena he was going to drop by and see her as soon as he had the chance. It had already been a couple days since he’d seen the doctor, so he didn’t want another day to pass by, without checking in on her first. His visit was unannounced. Before entering the room they’d given her, he knocked on the door, making his presence known, just in case. “I couldn’t come sooner, lo siento. How are you? Is there anything I can get for you? Anything I can do for you?” Surely the woman had things she needed, and he wanted to help in whatever he could.
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