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     The council had reconvened, something Devon had been both dreading and somewhat hopeful for. Dreading, mostly because it meant the IPU had become such a threat it needed serious immediate action, but she also enjoyed seeing the few friends she made from her time in Cardiff. The first meeting was somewhat brief, just catching up on what everyone had been doing since they last split. Mostly Devon had kept in contact with everyone via texts, but some were more hesitant to share than others. Once they adjourned, Devon was left typing on her phone the various bits of information; names, dates, places, whatever. Looking up, the lycan realized she was left with Juliette, a vampire she’d talked with only as the council deemed necessary. “You’ve been quite the ghost these past few years, huh?” she asked, somewhat absentmindedly. “Not that you weren’t that before, miss former-puppeteer.” 

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jaina:

All this home decorating quite frankly made Jaina want to stab herself with a box opener. Four years, and she was just as dramatic. Her hair was just as pink, clothes still dark, accent just as thick, and Devon was still such an aesthete. She didn’t care where everything went, so long as there was a bed and a cold place for her to stash her beer. Norway definitely had many of those, the reminder of it causing her to slice open the next book with a more force than necessary. Luckily, her wife was in the other room, oblivious to Jaina’s brooding. But she was truly trying her best to be cooperative - if her and Devon were going to make a home together, they sure as hell we going to do it right. She’d settle for nothing less.

Gosh, Peru had been fun. She wasn’t sure if she could remember it happily when she missed it so bitterly. With Devon’s question, she took the excuse to carry her now-opened box into the room so she could more easily answer it. Hopefully the lycan’s enthusiasm would rub off on her soon enough. “I guess you could hang one from the wall if you’re careful; we don’ have a ladder.” the blonde replied, shooting the other woman a warning look before returning her attention to the box. Blue eyes were greeted with an assortment of seashells, all stored careful in a container, courtesy of their time in the Cayman Islands. She held the small box up, smiling slightly as she showed it off. “This was probably the most cliche, romantic walk on the beach I’ve ever had, ya know.” she chuckled fondly, before giving the other an expectant look, “Alright, Martha Stewart. Where do ya want these?”

     Turning ever so slightly to glance at Jaina’s frame, Devon found herself smiling the way Jaina could only make her do. Memories of the warmth, riding over the mountains on horseback underneath the stars. It was a pretty magical trip, even if they were getting shot at for part of the time. “We get almost murdered by the ICU for the past four years and your worried about me hanging up a rug.” She sounded slightly incredulous, but really she was happy her wife cared for her safety enough to even think of something else. Wife. That was something else relatively new, the word felt strange and foreign on Devon’s tongue even after four years of being married. At the time, everything felt like chaos and Jaina was the one stable thing she had going for her. If Devon was gonna run around the world trying to help displaced immortals, she needed Jaina with her. Both to help protect her and to calm her nerves when shit was hitting the fan. 

     “Those are from the Cayman Islands?” Devon asked nonchalantly before her face heated up at the flashes of memory that came next. “Cliche? Oh my god that doesn’t even begin to describe what we did.” To be fair, they had done all sorts of disgustingly romantic things with one another in all sorts of places. An extended honeymoon meant an extraness in all their gestures over the years. “I think there’s a clear glass side table we can put them in. Make a little beach scene or something.” The decorating thing, despite Jaina’s Martha Stewart comment was a lot of fun. If they were going to be in one place for the time being, they were going to make it beautiful. “It’s strange to be building my own house now. Especially after not living anywhere permanent all those years.”

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jude:

        Jude almost stayed in New York, rather than come to Tromso. More of her time had been spent organizing and running the shelter she started than everything except getting her degree. Allowing someone else to run the shelter while she away gave Jude more anxiety than she would like to admit. She worried she made a mistake in leaving the shelter, however, the decision was already made.

        A few strands of hair escaped the messy bun Jude wore. She dressed much the same she did four years ago, however loose sweaters were replaced with sweaters that fit and the occasional button up and blazer combo. (Her father insisted she look more professional of she insisted on risking her life to shelter supernatural creatures.) She leaned over a copy of the shelter’s budget, once again making sure the numbers added up correctly. Occasionally, she looked over at her phone, quickly typing texts to various people involved with the shelter. During one such text, her phone died.

        “ Does anyone by chance have a charger I could borrow, please ? ” She asked to no one in particular. 

     Moving in took serious effort on the part of Devon, mostly because her wife was hopeless at trying to create a more permanent space the two could settle in, as well as being a fabulous distraction in her own right. Taking a quick breather to grab coffee and a snack was an action that needed to occur. The warm air of the cafe enveloped her as she entered, her long lime green pea coat only just dusted with snow. Tromsø was a big change from Cancún. 

     After ordering something sickly sweet for herself and something a little less sugar loaded for Jaina, Devon looked around at the surprising amount of customers spending their time here. An older woman, some dude with gross shaggy hair and a permanent scowl, and someone she actually knew quite well. Originally planning to just say hello on her way out, Jude’s words made Devon draw closer, hanging by the edge of the table. “Long time no see, sweetheart.” She greeted, sitting down opposite of the human. She pulled white wires out of the purse slung around her shoulder, sliding them across he table. “I’m gonna need it back before I leave, but hopefully you can get some use out of it. I haven’t seen you in like, three months now? I assume you were going to stay in New York.”

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@jainajuliard

     Devon wasn’t one to drop everything from a vague message to meet, neither before or after joining the council. She was an equal above all else, she would need to know everything prior to making such a life altering decision as settling in the snow-dusted town. Though, after all the shit the past four years, the esteem she held for Ashton Ryder of all people, Devon answered the call. Of course, she wasn’t just lugging herself to Norway, considering her partner in life and crime would also have to come along. Her proposal to the vampire was quick and messy, unplanned and unorganized— completely out of character for the lycan. Still, Jaina was worth the crazy. There was no one else she’d want to kick ass with. 

     They’d been allotted a little cabin for the both of them, quaint but not cramped. Kind of like the stuff you saw in lifestyle magazines. Except completely devoid of all furniture and fun. Nothing a little unpacking session couldn’t fix. Surprisingly, Devon was doing work for once, slicing up the cardboard boxes which held all the remnants of their old life. “Babe,” she called back as she rifled through the contents of one of the boxes, not bothering to look back. “You wanna keep all six of the blankets from Peru? I don’t know if they’ll be enough cushion-y type stuff to throw them on. Unless you wanna hang one or two from the wall?”

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THE AMBITIOUS ♱ LYCAN ♱ SUMMER BISHIL

You want nothing more than to lead your pack, but there are too many people in the way. Instead, you’ve contented yourself with ruling over the people closest to you and biding your time until you can continue your ascension.

THEN

Born an heir to a great legacy, Devi was groomed from birth to be an Alpha to the world.

When her mother came into her inheritance, the world was a different place. Her pack was her family, foreigners intruding from the sea was a fairytale, and the Mughal Empire had yet to form. These things soon changed, as Manisha began to amass power across India, collecting lycan clans like trinkets, playthings to own and show off. It was time where lycans cared more about enacting it’s will upon humanity, rather than their immortal cousins. By the time of Devi’s birth, her pack had spread across the majority of the continent, intertwined with an Empire who promised peace.

Childhood for lycans lasted for much longer during this period, with their lifespans much longer than the years to come. Her early years were spent being taught, it seemed her mother and council of elites wished for her to memorize every text under the sun. Anything that pertained to her future ability to lead the lycans into a prosperous age, she was forced to recall. She was taught swordsmanship, archery, English; later, when armements came into popularity, she was taught how to use those.

By the time she had lived a century, a feat overshadowed by the lifespans of other lycans at the time, conflicts began to arise. Mostly inner ones, petty squabbles between their own kind. It was bound to happen, enough years in power breeds such dissatisfaction. Though, it was hard to judge some of the lycans, as with a few being prompted by another race of immortals, one who could only walk at night.

In retrospect, her birth had been the downfall of the Empire. What was meant to be a peace offering, a joining of Britain and India, had instead been a harbinger of war. She was a claim, a legacy of the foreign man who’d sired her. When the pack wanted to break apart from Britain, citing rising tensions and self-insertion in conflicts it had no business in, it became war.

For a period of time, her mother seemed hellbent on fighting everyone, the invading lycans, vampires, even members of her own pack if they seemed disobediant enough. She was unwilling to give anything up, unwilling to even create a temporary truce with one of their adversaries. Fearing what would happen to her legacy if Manisha continued to rule, Devi decided it would be best if her mother’s had an unfortunate accident. So, she staged her assassination and ascended to the throne. Though, the damage had already been done. Her pack was fragmented and weak, her own will frail compared to the former queen’s. Everything crumbled around her.

By the time she was two-hundred, her empire was no more. The Mughals had fallen, the British had taken control, and her mother, father, sisters and brothers were no more. A queen who’d once had everything was reduced to nothingness. It was when another lycan, know as Romulus gave her a second chance at life. He had grown his pack to a size that only existed in Devi’s fantasies, and he’d seen potential in what she’d created. A savior of sorts, he offered her a seat at the table. Renaming herself Devon Voigt, to rid herself of the Queen Nayar she once was, she joined him.

Over the years, Devon grew dissatisfied with Romulus’ rule, unhappy with her meager position in his ever growing empire. Her blood wasn’t simply created to do the dirty work of a mad king. She was lowering herself, when she had once been a great ruler. She wasn’t too sure how it started, but she’s slowly begun amassing power for herself, slowly creating loyalty with the disloyal. Soon she will take everything, overthrow Romulus’ reign and instate herself. Now it’s just a waiting game, until the right time to strike.

NOW

After escaping Paris, her makeshift pack wiped out from the battle, Devi’s entire centuries worth of plans had crumbled before her fingertips. The new big baddie was now the human governments, even some she’d worked with centuries upon centuries ago. With the council scattered and the supernatural world increasingly scrutinized, Devi realized she’d need to do something. Traveling the world, Devi decided to take it upon her to find immortals and humans in distress because of the Purges and direct them to a shelter run by the daughter of an old acquaintance in New York. It’s not an easy job, but someone’s got to do it. Besides, it’s almost like an extended honeymoon with her wife in tow.

Connections

THE ORACLE: In your quest for power you have employed many unusual tactics. While some would put little faith in the whispers heard by a broken mind, you are not too proud to overlook the possible advantage. They were surprised when you returned to them after the first reading they gave you; Most are unable to put their vague warnings and ambiguous advice to any use. You however, are more than capable of putting the pieces together. They are an asset, a tool, that you are not done with.

The Ambitious is taken.

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♱ A LOT CAN HAPPEN IN A SHORT TIME ♱

» Devi escaped Paris via the underground tunnels with the intent to return to Cardiff.  » Ended up traveling the world to help locate and protect immortals and their human companions. » Worked closely with the shelter Jude Grayson ran in New York state. » Has been put on a watch list by the ICU, considered a low level threat.  » Travels with her wife, Jaina Juliard and generally they kick ass. » Got married during a spur of the moment Vegas wedding.

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ashton:

He had to laugh at the thought of baby-grabby Romulus even if it scares Dev, “Yeah he doesn’t seem to be the possessive type. Who knows what he has planned when he acts up like that.” He can’t imagine knowing that leader for a whole century. “Aaliyah and him are basically two peas in a pod, she never seems to tell you much, unless it’s a need to know basis. Which to her is rarely.” He muttered, pulling a bench back up and sliding it towards the wall. Though Margot was close to him personally and professionally, Aaliyah was distant in most ways, sometimes it feels as if she doesn’t trust him enough and he can’t deny that it hurt a little. “I just want to yank Eric away from him, you know? Marg is freaking out by the fact that he’s even fighting, and to be frank, so am I.” He managed a side smile, seeing Dev help at least a little, this gym was literally going to be their home for the next two weeks, might as well make it comfy. “Well since Romulus doesn’t want my hybrid nanny advice, maybe it could help you at least,” he folded his arms, still salty. But taking care of Kai had at least taught him some things, if he can’t personally train Eric, he could at least pass it on, “There’s a tipping point before they literally lose all control after they shift, but there’s always one thing that would calm them down. And I’m taking a stab in the dark that for Eric, it’s gonna be Marg.”

     There was a heavy weight on Devon’s chest, along with the swirling void of worries she had about the preparations for the upcoming fight. Secrets and betrayal seemed to lurk like shadows, clearly there for all to see, but hard to make out. What ever was going to happen these next few days, it wasn’t going to be pretty. Maybe, if she was lucky, it would be the perfect time to swoop in and take the crown. “Both power hungry, clearly only care about the truce for superficial reasons. I’m surprised they didn’t get married.” A joke, yes, but it felt more bitter than anything. “I’m not enthralled he’s fighting either, darling. An untrained bitten lycan can be a dangerous thing. I don’t doubt a hybrid would be similar, if not worse.” 

     Whatever Romulus’ angle was with sending Eric into battle, it wasn’t because he was worried about the safety of the truce or the lycan species. They was something sinister behind it and Devon was dying to know. For her own curiosity, yes, but also to protect herself as well. Who knew what the crazy bastard had up his sleeves. “I heard rumors about the Paris coven having a secret hybrid. I guess they weren’t rumors after all.” Listening carefully to the vampires advice, she found herself nodding along with what he was saying. It did make some sense. “Marg, the girlfriend, right? Makes sense, important people can bring you back when a shift gets too intense. Really, my goal is to just extend the amount of time Eric can stay in control. The longer, the more likely he’ll make it out alive.”

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jaina:

Maybe ‘fun’ was too distasteful a word to describe the situation, but she was certainly enjoying herself putting UV bullets through the skulls of genocidal vampires. Jaina’s position on the rooftop was perfect, her aim even more so as she helped cover her allies waging war down below. By allies, she meant Devon, whom her cross hairs had been aimed toward about ninety nine percent of the time. Or at least she hoped they had. In all honesty, she was having trouble distinguishing which brown, furry figure was her girlfriend and which were strangers, but she hoped the odds were in her favor. Before they parted ways to fight, Jaina had left her with only one request. Don’t die. And being the selfish girl she was, she planned to do everything in her power to make sure the brunette stayed alive.

 She glanced away for one moment, spotting a vulnerable vampire reloading on a far away rooftop. She fired a single shot to the head and watched them disintegrate, looking back at her girlfriend just in time to see four silver bullets fly through her flesh. Jaina dropped her rifle as the breathe left her lungs, staring at the body in shock before anger filled her veins. Despite the tightness in her chest, she let out an enraged scream, quickly climbing her way down to the ground. While she was younger than the majority of the vampires in Viktor’s army, she had pure rage on her side. She’d pulled out two pistols, each also filled with UV bullets, and didn’t stop until she’d mowed down a path to her slain lover. All she could see was red, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the blood splattered across her face or the fire fueling her.

Practically collapsing in front of her dead body, Jaina let her guns fall to the floor, the energy suddenly drained out of her. She needed it to hurt less. If she’d told Devon she couldn’t fight for her, then why did it feel like she’d already lost? “You don’ listen to a word I say, do you?” the blonde whispered, as if she’d actually get a response. Her hand trembled over the mass of bloodied fur before her, body following as she poured her heartbreak out into a single sob. “I’m sorry.” she croaked out, letting herself grieve for a moment before she sucked in a deep, shaking breath. Blood smeared across her cheeks as she wiped her tears, flinching as a bullet hit the ground next to her. Composing herself was too much of a struggle, but the war was obviously still raging around her. If she didn’t fight, and they didn’t win, there’d be no body to mourn over later. Someone could have easily snuck up behind her and put a bullet in her head already. At least that would have been less painful. @devonvoigt

     Devon had been on the front lines since the very beginning, seldom taking breaks and often working completely on her own (aside from the brief period she’d met up with Sebastian). Despite her training and her own nature, even lycans had a limit before physical exhaustion set in. Devon had passed that point long ago, her form becoming sloppy and kills becoming more drawn out and messy. At the rate she was going, Devon was surely going to end up a corpse before the night was through. Luckily, Atlas and Aleskandra had stumbled upon her, soon followed by Jaina— seeing the vampire slowly brought back the will to fight she’d lost. Unfortunately, they soon became embroiled in a fire fight, the three lycans shifting to fight as a pack. With her girlfriend perched on a rooftop, covering her ass from silver bullets— there was nothing they couldn’t do. 

     Distracted by something out of the ordinary, shadows and footsteps that seemed to observe the battle and leave, Devon snuck away from the battle field to follow whoever ended up piquing her interest. She knew the others could handle themselves, even if her gut was twisting every second Jaina was out of view. Shifting back into her human form, Devon followed behind the shadowy figure, taking careful, soft steps as to not alert the intruder they were being followed. It seemed it was all for naught, considering she was so focused on trying to get a glimpse of the mystery person she stepped loudly in a puddle. They bolted, and Devon had wasted ten minutes following a lead that turned out to be nothing. Her fucking luck. 

     Despite being in the nude, Devon made her way back to the battlefield as a human— she’d shift back once she got closer. Reaching the sight of their brawl, the lycan audibly gasped at the scene in front of her. What looked like dozens of vampires had been slain, her girlfriend audibly sobbing over Atlas. Atlas, Jesus Christ. He was dead. She snuck up behind Jaina, crouching down to her level. “Babe, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry over a lycan you didn’t know.” With that she moved in Jaina’s line of sight, to ruffle over Atlas’ fur and close his eyes shut. “Goodbye, my friend,” she exhaled. “He’s dead, there’s nothing else to do.” A shot rang out again, clearly the time for grieving wasn’t now. “You okay?”

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sebastian:

       It was probably pure luck that Sebastian hadn’t been killed at this point. Their forces were vastly outnumbered and slowly but surely, they were being pushed back towards the estate. The only hope they had now was that they could last long enough for the sun to break over the horizon and make the enemy vampires scatter, but even that would only push back the inevitable. They were losing and they’d need something big to turn the tide in their favor. And it was that kind of distracted thinking that had landed Sebastian in this situation, walking right into another burst of chaos.

       The results would have been much worse if Devon hadn’t spotted him in time. She appeared in front of him between one blink and another, prodding at his chest like she used to during fencing matches when his form was off. “I wasn’t alone at first, but the vampires have snipers now, apparently so—“ he punctuated the annoyed statement by bringing his gun up and firing back at whoever had shot at them. Sebastian respected Devon beyond measure, and she was probably the best person to have by your side during a battle, but he’d had just about all he could take with being condescended to for one day.

       “And I don’t think I need to remind you that you’re also on the council. We don’t have the numbers to worry about things like experience, because there won’t be a need for any council when Viktor turns the city into an ugly scorch mark.” He glanced at her sword as she lifted it up, his eyes widening just slightly at how it gleamed unnaturally. It must have been something Sophie cooked up, and he could only be thankful that they had a mind like hers on their side. Sebastian reloaded his gun as quickly as he could, jamming another clip into place and aiming to put a bullet through a vampire’s head. “I’ll stick close and cover you as much as I can. But if I don’t make it back to the estate soon for more ammo, I’ll have to resort to shifting.”

     Devon’s eyes flicked back towards the inky blackness from which the shot rang from, carefully following the path of Sebastian’s bullet. Even with her enhanced vision, the high contrast between the bursts of ultraviolet and red hot flames made it hard to tell if the vampire had even been hit. “I’m not one of those old lycans that love to hate everything new, but man do I wish guns never got fucking invented.” It was the one advantage someone could get over a lycan, especially a shifted one. Even a half-decent marksman could hit a hulking target like that. Not that in the days prior to widespread gun use, under hot Indian sun surrounded by lycan brethren was shifting her preferred method of destruction. 

     “Member of the council, sure. I’m getting old though,” Devon laughed, despite the chaos that surrounded the pair, even finding a moment to ruffle the kids hair like old times. A combined council, Jesus fucking Christ. It was an idea only someone like Darcy Maddox could dream up, with his death to all tyrants attitude. Her inclusion hadn’t been a surprise, especially after three hundred immortals came to fight per her meddling. Apparently all those years of slowly acquiring power under Romulus’ nose hadn’t gone to waste. “It’s the young who are wars tragic victims.” The statement was punctuated by a shot and a thump, Devon didn’t need to look back to know Sebastian had hit someone. 

     Quickly moving out from cover, Devon poked around the mostly deceased vampire, frowning at the lack of supplies. She whipped a clip at Sebastian, half empty but better than nothing. “This should fit your gun. They’re silver bullets, so be careful with the shells.” They wouldn’t be killing any vampires, but they’d certainly slow them down. “I say the plan is try and scavenge from the deceased. I want to hold the front line, and with this many snipers I want to keep from shifting as long as possible. We’re harder to hit like humans.” It seemed the pair wouldn’t get much longer to catch up, considering the soft thrum of footsteps and the slight ripple of water. It seemed like Viktor’s army would never end. 

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     There was an overwhelming amount of information the two of them hadn’t discussed. It was one tower crumbing after another; first the attack which permanently injured Sebastian’s boyfriend, also outing them in the process, Seb proceeding to murder Romulus, her advising Dexter to leave town while he still could. Perhaps there were points before Devon could of reached out, tracked Sebastian down and forced him to spill his guts. In the family friendly sort of the word. She had been pissed though. Romulus had been her marked kill for decades and some little boy had stolen her glory. But with hell knocking on their front door, Devon couldn’t afford to be petty. 

      A solo fighter at heart, she’d set out from the estate alone— Devon had advised everyone take a partner along if they hadn’t been previously trained as a death dealer or fighter. Slicing her way through vampires ( made much, much easier by a special little trick she’d asked Sophie to help her with ), it felt like the onslaught wouldn’t end. She’d hadn’t seen another from their side in a while, though Devon wasn’t keeping track of the time. After a quick stab to a single vampire, she spied blonde across the way who could only belong to one person. 

     “Sebastian, Jesus fucking Christ,” she called, rushing over to him, saber tucked neatly by her side. “What did I say about being out alone.” She punctuated her chastisement by poking him squarely in the chest. “You’re a council member, you know, mucho importante. Plus you’re not as experienced as some of the others.” Of course, there isn’t really much time to actually talk, considering a gun goes off dangerously close to them. “Okay, new plan. We cover each other. I’m using this little devil,” she held up the glimmering sword for Sebastian to see, “It’s got a little glass part that emits UV light when I press the back. So I’ll be fighting up close. You wanna join me in melee or go ranged?” 

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DEVI NAYAR ➵ LINEAGE 

Ralph Fiennes as 🕈 King Henry III of England 🕈 — paternal grandfather Bartek Borowiec as Edmund Crouchback — paternal half-uncle Poppy Montgomery as 🕈 Eleanor of Provence 🕈 — paternal step-grandmother Deigo Luna as William Henry Lockte — father Summer Bishil as Devi Amrita Nayar Devon Voigt —  Aishwarya Rai Bachchan as 🕈 Manisha Indrajit Nayar 🕈 — mother Janina Gavankar as Kala Ritsika Nayar — older half-sister Suraj Sharma 🕈 Seth Jaidev Nayar 🕈 — older half-sister Neelam Gill as 🕈 Jyoti Neela Nayar 🕈 — younger half-sister

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eric:

The jerking of his face from right to left had the hybrid’s brow furrowing. While he hadn’t expected a warm welcome, this was far from what he imagined would be happening. The request to shift and kill stunned him, eyes widening as he blinked a few times in her direction. “I–don’t know if that’s a good idea.” It wasn’t the killing part that worried him ( he was sure she’d be able to keep his untrained ass from doing any real damage ). It was the shifting that had been an issue for him. Doing it on command had been a struggle–Ismaret could vouch for that from the few sessions they had gone through.

Giving his head a light shake, Eric had to admit the truth no matter how annoying it was. “I can’t do it on command yet–I need you to hit me.” A strange request, perhaps, but pain seemed to be the one thing that helped ease the process. Pain, and anger, triggered the now dormant beast that Devon seemed to want to bring out. Though she had stepped back, Eric moved forward to place himself within reach. “Do it hard. Repeatedly if you have to.” Never in his life did he think he’d be asking someone to physically assault him, but there he was asking to be socked in the face. How strange his life had become.

     What a poor child, the confusion at their whole interaction apparent on Eric’s face. Originally, she’d almost laughed off the hybrid’s hesitation— Devon was much more experience, handling herself around an untrained hybrid would be child’s play. Then the former-human revealed he couldn’t shift. Well, at least, not without a physical provocation. Sighing, Devon moved back within an arms distance, biting down on her painted lips. “Shit— we’re starting real basic here,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “We need to get you able to shift on command, waiting for you to get injured isn’t going to be an option. So we’ll work on that today.” With that, Devon collapsed down on one of the freshly cleaned mats, eyes still on Eric as he stood. 

     “Shifting is an extension of the fight or flight response, we’re much stronger and faster in our lycan forms after all. That’s probably why getting the shit pounded out of you makes it easier for you, with all that adrenaline running through your system.” It’d been a long time since Devon had to give a classroom lesson, often it was to little lycans who already knew how shift. Not to a hybrid Devon knew next to nothing about. “Rom tells me you were once a cop. What were some things you used to do to get in the zone? You know, center yourself to focus on the job in front of you.” 

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ashton:

He could see it on her face, the amount of responsibility weighed down on their shoulders, two people is barely enough to train everyone. Not to mention to people to clean this place up. He had to laugh when Dec mentioned it, remembered the time she complained about how most of her work for Rom was pretty boring. Guess Romulus got the message. “I’ll remind you everything you complain about it.” Ashton started pushing the mats back into place while he watched the wheels in her head turn. Wiping his hands from the dust, he listened, and Dev wasn’t wrong. “Anally penetrate may be an understatement..” Technicalities. “Time frame? Hm. I don’t like the fact that he’s holding Eric to himself pretty much.” That and also because he’s probably the one to cause this and promise to keep Eric away from the politics. “Well does Rom ever tell you much at all? Because Aaliyah sure doesn’t.” 

     Holding back a sneeze from all the dust being kicked up, Devon found herself giggling when Ashton repeated the phrase anally penetrate. She’d pegged him as someone with a perpetual stick up their ass, but maybe he knew how to have a little more fun than she’d originally expected. “Anything Romulus get’s baby-grabby over scares the shit out of me,” she revealed, a sentiment she hadn’t ever expected to share with anyone. But if shit was going down and her dutiful boss was involved, image be damned, Devon had to get someone else on the same page. “It’s not a typical behavior for him and I’ve known him for a century. So I worry about his plans for Eric, too. Besides, training a hybrid is no easy feat. I have little practical knowledge outside of dealing with crazed lycans.” She sighed, moving to help a little by sweeping back some rubble. “The guy’s like the fucking Riddler. Never direct, but you can always figure out what’s going on. We haven’t— we haven’t really spoken since coming to Paris.” 

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morri:

     Morri rolled her eyes at Devi’s comment. “Wrong creature of the undead.” She smiled at Devon’s well wishes. It was strange to have someone actually say the words and seem to actually mean them; it’d taken weeks to convince Astor and Ashton that Morri was happy with the strange turns her life had taken. “Devi, don’t think you can butter me up and get me to name the kid after you.” She teased, with a knowing look. 

     She’d pretty much figured that Romulus no longer ( if ever ) had a good relationship with Letty’s family. He didn’t seem like the sharing type, and although his lack of feelings towards Sebastian were apparent, Rom wasn’t about to let a Barnett get their hands on him. “They should; but I have a feeling they’re not.” Morrigan typically shared such information with Devi with no hesitation, but she was playing it a bit safer this time. She didn’t want anything she said to hurt Sebastian, or his relative, in some way. “If they’re not already, they will be soon. Back in December, I found out someone from Letty’s family is looking for Sebastian. I have no idea what they want with him though.” She admitted, with a sigh. “–I just don’t want him to get hurt. The allure of family is…hard to resist. Especially for someone who’s been isolated for so long.”

      Damn, Morrigan could peg her well (and not just in the sexual way). While she hadn’t been thinking of trying to get her ex to name her unborn child after herself, it was an idea that appealed to Devon. Naming was an all together possessive thing, a declaration of who you belonged to in life. Which was why Devon changed her name the moment the Mughal Empire fell. “None of my names have a particularly modern sensibility,” she laughed, resting her hand on her hip, fingers tapping up and down. “My father once said it’s best to spontaneously name a child, pick something that feels right in the moment.” What a rarity, for her to mention the man who donated his sperm to Manisha. Not like she ever saw much of him anyway. 

     “I don’t know much about the Barnett family, unfortunately. I can’t say what their intentions with Sebastian might be.” Not that Devon hadn’t tried, of course— Romulus had been particularly firm in his order for her to drop it. At the time, it didn’t seem as if anything would come to fruition anyway. “Sebastian may be the heir, but he holds little power over Rom or the Glasgow pack. I can’t imagine what anyone would use him for.” Other than her long term plan, perfectly executed since the day he was birthed. Some stranger wouldn’t have the time or mental capacity. “Speaking of which, where did you hear this little morsel, darling? Seems odd to just be through the grapevine. Though, knowing you, some dead dude probably told you.” 

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jaina:

When Jaina envisioned seeing Devon again, it’d been under better circumstances. Even though they’d parted ways, she’d known it’d be hard to stay away from her for too long. She’d made a promise to herself, to stop by Paris at least once before Devon, and everyone else she knew, were inevitably slaughtered. It felt like Jaina had sent her off to her death, and not even with a pleasant goodbye. And Jaina had left - well, had been planning to leave - for whatever country her heart desired, but no one would be waiting for her there. The only person she’d felt a close connection with  during her time in Alto was Devon, and fate seemed to have a funny way of reminding her of such a thing.

All she remembered was the pain - the burning - and then the complete darkness as Marlowe stuffed her inside their trunk. Her mind was foggy, but beginning to turn itself back on, a soft voice coercing it awake. And despite the plethora of women she’d kissed in her 57 years, only one pair of lips had managed to capture her heart. Upon the realization, she slowly pried her eyes open, the moderate burning sensation stinging her flesh dulled by the sight of Devon’s face. “Devon?” she whispered, throat still dry, hand shaking as it fumbled it’s way onto the lycan’s resting on her cheek. Despite the way they’d left things, there was no one else she’d rather see. She was here. That meant it was over. Marlowe had done as they’d promised.

The serene trance Devon had put her in snapped all of a sudden, her grip on the other’s hand tightening desperately as she sat up straight. As her body screamed in protest, the blanket covering her fell to her waist, reveling just how much damage Marlowe had done and reminding Jaina why she was so scared. “Devon,” she croaked again, her tone one of warning and fear as she frantically looked about and her breathing quickened, “Marlowe. Where’s Marlowe? Where are they?”

      Devon had never seen a vampire with extensive ultra-violet burns, the few times she’d seen vampires step into the sun in her few hundred years of life it was a personally handed death sentence. Jaina’s skin looked more like plastic, melted and charred and everything that a person should never experience. When the blonde’s shaking hand reached up to grasp Devon’s, her heart shattered a little more. Because Devon knew, deep down in her bones that this was a visceral message from somebody, written all over her lover’s skin. Jaina should of known, the dangers of being attached to such an important figure. It wasn’t supposed to be Devon’s fault— oh god, did she feel guilty. 

     “Devi,” she replied, tears wiped away by her free hand. “You can call me Devi, darling. It’s the name my mother gave me.” A moment racked will tenderness suddenly became frantic, as Jaina sat up with a vigor that didn’t seem safe for someone so badly injured. Then Devon’s expression fell even further as she saw how badly her baby had been hurt. Another crack in the heart. “Babe, who’s Marlowe?” she asked, the name mostly unfamiliar to her outside of a few mentions in Romulus’ old files. Mostly rumors, a code name perhaps. Devon had never taken it seriously until now. “Are they the one who did this to you?” She bit back saying ‘to me’, Jaina didn’t need to know she was just a pawn in someone else’s power play. 

     Pushing Jaina’s shoulders back down, carefully guiding her back to a reclining position, Devon pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “You arrived alone, according to my aid. Just left at the steps of the estate.” Devon didn’t want to think about what would have happened if nobody had found the vampire by the time morning had rolled around. “You’re hurt, baby. Please rest, for me?” She chuckled. “I was hoping you would show up unexpectedly to surprise me, but— darling I better stop trying to make wishes. I am happy... to see you.”