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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐁𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚 β4
[ MDNI || N/SFW ]
ㅤㅤ“I'll bring a bouquet of roses as thanks if you're still around tomorrow.”
ㅤㅤ•° the blonde left with that, running home with light feet.
ㅤㅤ
Not even her. If she hadn't drank her fill... well, she can be just as territorial as any vampire.
"You're welcome." She said, anyway.
ㅤㅤ“That's peculiar.”
ㅤㅤ•° grabbing on to the body and hoisting up her shoulder.
ㅤㅤ“Thank you anyways. I don't see generous vampires often.”
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ“I'll bring a bouquet of roses as thanks if you're still around tomorrow.”
ㅤㅤ•° the blonde left with that, running home with light feet.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ“That's peculiar.”
ㅤㅤ•° grabbing on to the body and hoisting up her shoulder.
ㅤㅤ“Thank you anyways. I don't see generous vampires often.”
ㅤㅤ
She nodded to the body.
"Y'can take it if you want. Less clean up for me."
ㅤㅤ•° the whole body.ᐣ.ᐟ
ㅤㅤ“ ... Are you sure.ᐣ You're not still hungry, are you.ᐣ“
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ“That's peculiar.”
ㅤㅤ•° grabbing on to the body and hoisting up her shoulder.
ㅤㅤ“Thank you anyways. I don't see generous vampires often.”
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° with a wave of her hand in the air, the montblanc pen fell to the ground again. Clearly, her tricks are beyond simple street magician tricks.
ㅤㅤ“Sorry, I don't like using fountain pens.“
—&—
P: "You may write the charity's name and the desired amount on the dotted line below."
He leaned back in his chair, the leather sighing softly, and waited.
ㅤㅤ•° with a wave of her hand in the air, the montblanc pen fell to the ground again. Clearly, her tricks are beyond simple street magician tricks.
ㅤㅤ“Sorry, I don't like using fountain pens.“
—&—
ㅤㅤ•° ‘ Cerise Desrosiers ’
ㅤㅤ•° that's what it says. Desrosiers. His stage name. Not the name on his actual ID card, not the alternative last name he has been using for the past five centuries or so.
ㅤㅤ•° he could only suppress a laugh.
—&—
Akemi took a final drag from her cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and turned her gaze from the contract to Cerise.
The president watched from behind his clutched fingers in anticipation.
ㅤㅤ•° ‘ Cerise Desrosiers ’
ㅤㅤ•° that's what it says. Desrosiers. His stage name. Not the name on his actual ID card, not the alternative last name he has been using for the past five centuries or so.
ㅤㅤ•° he could only suppress a laugh.
—&—
ㅤㅤ•° the whole body.ᐣ.ᐟ
ㅤㅤ“ ... Are you sure.ᐣ You're not still hungry, are you.ᐣ“
ㅤㅤ
Well, then, sure. She could take the whole body if she wants. Claudia hasn't cleaned up yet.
ㅤㅤ•° whether the heart is still beating or not doesn't matter. It's for her roses back home.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° the whole body.ᐣ.ᐟ
ㅤㅤ“ ... Are you sure.ᐣ You're not still hungry, are you.ᐣ“
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° whether the heart is still beating or not doesn't matter. It's for her roses back home.
ㅤㅤ
Share?
She guesses she could... not sure if the heart's still beating, though.
ㅤㅤ•° and who did she hunt tonight.ᐣ And the blonde wondered if ... she could share. Just half a limb would be fine.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° whether the heart is still beating or not doesn't matter. It's for her roses back home.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° and who did she hunt tonight.ᐣ And the blonde wondered if ... she could share. Just half a limb would be fine.
ㅤㅤ
Casually licking blood off of her fingers.
ㅤㅤ•° and who did she hunt tonight.ᐣ And the blonde wondered if ... she could share. Just half a limb would be fine.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° Luka looked away as the redhead took his pack of cheap chewing gums, then slid it back inside his trenchcoat pocket. He pushed it deeper to make sure it wouldn't fall off. A quiet grumble left him, something about a sudden body search.
—&—
ㅤㅤ•° Luka looked away as the redhead took his pack of cheap chewing gums, then slid it back inside his trenchcoat pocket. He pushed it deeper to make sure it wouldn't fall off. A quiet grumble left him, something about a sudden body search.
—&—
❝𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨.❞
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❝𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨.❞
───── ⋆⋅🥀⋅⋆ ─────
ㅤㅤ•° the blonde's eyes, bluish grey in color, followed the woman's hands, watching the fingers tangle around the yellow strands. She doesn't usually allow anyone to touch her hair. She's an Umbra Witch, after all, and an Umbra's hair is their most prized possession.
—&—
"Lucky me ta have stumbled upon you.✨"
Soothing touch then subtracted. Hand returned to her side, and a gesture given for the dhampir to take the lead once more.
ㅤㅤ•° the blonde's eyes, bluish grey in color, followed the woman's hands, watching the fingers tangle around the yellow strands. She doesn't usually allow anyone to touch her hair. She's an Umbra Witch, after all, and an Umbra's hair is their most prized possession.
—&—
ㅤㅤ•° the dhampir needs a new place to hang around in. Preferably somewhere with drinks.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° the dhampir needs a new place to hang around in. Preferably somewhere with drinks.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° bats ... .ᐣ That's their thing too.ᐟ
ㅤㅤ•° they forced themselves to focus at what they're doing at the moment, pushing the questions down for now. Balling up one of their hands and watching purple electric sparks envelope it, they pulled backwards and—--
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ--—𝘾𝙍𝘼𝙎𝙃 .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
—&—
And with that, she heeded their words. Enticing form was shrouded in bats. Enveloped, and disappearing.
Voluptuous form re-materializing perched atop a building's rooftop across from the first heist.
ㅤㅤ•° bats ... .ᐣ That's their thing too.ᐟ
ㅤㅤ•° they forced themselves to focus at what they're doing at the moment, pushing the questions down for now. Balling up one of their hands and watching purple electric sparks envelope it, they pulled backwards and—--
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ--—𝘾𝙍𝘼𝙎𝙃 .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
—&—
ㅤㅤ•° appearing behind her like a cryptid.
ㅤㅤ“I know a place.”
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° appearing behind her like a cryptid.
ㅤㅤ“I know a place.”
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° the top hat disappeared with a flick of her wrist, and so did the mask. Some of her hair slipped out from the ponytail, and they returned to being a totally normal civilian.
ㅤㅤ“Come on. I have two more in my list. After this, I'll treat you to coffee.”
—&—
Elated features flashed to the now masked thief.
"How naughty. How could I say no ? ~ "
ㅤㅤ•° the top hat disappeared with a flick of her wrist, and so did the mask. Some of her hair slipped out from the ponytail, and they returned to being a totally normal civilian.
ㅤㅤ“Come on. I have two more in my list. After this, I'll treat you to coffee.”
—&—
ㅤㅤ“Hm ... ”
ㅤㅤ •° they placed a finger on their chin, thinking. What to do, what to do ...
ㅤㅤ•° oh.ᐟ
ㅤㅤ“We can have a bit of fun today. I can let you in on a secret, if you promise to never tell anyone.”
ㅤㅤ•° the smile turned mischievous, though there was a hint of danger beneath it.
—&—
ㅤㅤ“Hm ... ”
ㅤㅤ •° they placed a finger on their chin, thinking. What to do, what to do ...
ㅤㅤ•° oh.ᐟ
ㅤㅤ“We can have a bit of fun today. I can let you in on a secret, if you promise to never tell anyone.”
ㅤㅤ•° the smile turned mischievous, though there was a hint of danger beneath it.
—&—
ㅤㅤ“Satisfaction.ᐣ”
ㅤㅤ•° the stranger's long blonde hair, partially tied up to a ponytail while the rest laid around their neck, shifted as they tilted their head.
ㅤㅤ“And what sort of ‘ adequate satisfaction ’ do you need.ᐣ”
—&—
"I'm dreadfully in need of adequate satisfaction." Gaelic accent dripped delivery.
Cadence like audible silk to most ears.
ㅤㅤ“Satisfaction.ᐣ”
ㅤㅤ•° the stranger's long blonde hair, partially tied up to a ponytail while the rest laid around their neck, shifted as they tilted their head.
ㅤㅤ“And what sort of ‘ adequate satisfaction ’ do you need.ᐣ”
—&—
ㅤㅤ•° the blonde man raised his head up, the face familiar, but somehow a tinge more masculine with the hair down, falling messily like a lion's mane. He looked towards his friend, and the friend shrugged.
—&—
It was a remnant from her work in the diplomatic wing of her organization, alongside Ran.
Then, she turned her head towards Cerise. Her smile remained, but her eyes held a different, more pointed message.
"Can we talk somewhere quiet?"
ㅤㅤ•° the blonde man raised his head up, the face familiar, but somehow a tinge more masculine with the hair down, falling messily like a lion's mane. He looked towards his friend, and the friend shrugged.
—&—
ㅤㅤ•° the person walked down the sidewalk, their blonde ponytail swaying in the weak wind of autumn. They made a sudden turn into an alleyway, and leaned against a wall.
ㅤㅤ“𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵. You have returned to me, 𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦́𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘶𝘹.“
—&—
And follow she did.
After a handful of minutes the night warrior began trailing the stranger in the trench coat — curious to see where this went.
ㅤㅤ•° the person walked down the sidewalk, their blonde ponytail swaying in the weak wind of autumn. They made a sudden turn into an alleyway, and leaned against a wall.
ㅤㅤ“𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘵. You have returned to me, 𝘮𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦́𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘶𝘹.“
—&—
ㅤㅤ•° a jewelry store has been robbed. One of the glass tables inside was shattered, and a few necklaces were taken. It seemed that the perpetrator simply went inside, smashed the thing open, and ran out before anyone could process what happened.
—&—
Sounds of sudden commotion could be heard on the current street block. The succubus in human form was enjoying brunch at a café; a pleasant view of the city at its outdoor seating.
"Someone being naughty this early? Perhaps I'll go see what this is about.✨"
ㅤㅤ•° a jewelry store has been robbed. One of the glass tables inside was shattered, and a few necklaces were taken. It seemed that the perpetrator simply went inside, smashed the thing open, and ran out before anyone could process what happened.
—&—
ㅤㅤ“I won't tell, you can trust me.”
ㅤㅤ•° she moved back up Mictlantecuhtli, before they flew back up with their four wings.
ㅤㅤ“I'll see you tomorrow.ᐟ”
ㅤㅤ•° and with that, the thief and demons trio flew away, up and up until they're only a dot in the sky.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ“I won't tell, you can trust me.”
ㅤㅤ•° she moved back up Mictlantecuhtli, before they flew back up with their four wings.
ㅤㅤ“I'll see you tomorrow.ᐟ”
ㅤㅤ•° and with that, the thief and demons trio flew away, up and up until they're only a dot in the sky.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ•° a man walked down the wet concrete street, bright lights beaming down on him, painting his blonde hair red, then blue, then green. He did not seem to mind, as he held the brown coat around himself tighter.
ㅤㅤ“This way, Redgrave.”
—&—
Now, it was a waiting game.
ㅤㅤ•° a man walked down the wet concrete street, bright lights beaming down on him, painting his blonde hair red, then blue, then green. He did not seem to mind, as he held the brown coat around himself tighter.
ㅤㅤ“This way, Redgrave.”
—&—
ㅤㅤ“Yikes.”
ㅤㅤ•° she wondered if other vampires go crazy over blood. She herself isn't a vampire, after all, but a dhampir.
ㅤㅤ“My condolences, I didn't know.”
ㅤㅤ•° Mictlantecuhtli flew over, eventually landing on the roof of the building. Cerise landed first, offering a hand to Malaya.
ㅤㅤ
She soon pointed at it, sighing, "If anything, I'm taught to embrace it. Just let go and enjoy the ride."
Like a high she can't get off of.
ㅤㅤ“That's why we're training, dear. We're making sure that you can control your bloodlust.”
ㅤㅤ•° Mictlantecuhtli flew up and up, then spun around slowly.
ㅤㅤ“Point at where your house is.”
ㅤㅤ•° she turned to look at Malaya, giving her space to sit on the front.
ㅤㅤ“Yikes.”
ㅤㅤ•° she wondered if other vampires go crazy over blood. She herself isn't a vampire, after all, but a dhampir.
ㅤㅤ“My condolences, I didn't know.”
ㅤㅤ•° Mictlantecuhtli flew over, eventually landing on the roof of the building. Cerise landed first, offering a hand to Malaya.
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ“That's why we're training, dear. We're making sure that you can control your bloodlust.”
ㅤㅤ•° Mictlantecuhtli flew up and up, then spun around slowly.
ㅤㅤ“Point at where your house is.”
ㅤㅤ•° she turned to look at Malaya, giving her space to sit on the front.
Most importantly, Denji.
She'd be willing to give her blood to him but if he offered... She'd never forgive herself.
ㅤㅤ“That's why we're training, dear. We're making sure that you can control your bloodlust.”
ㅤㅤ•° Mictlantecuhtli flew up and up, then spun around slowly.
ㅤㅤ“Point at where your house is.”
ㅤㅤ•° she turned to look at Malaya, giving her space to sit on the front.