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      jesse beaufort’s met gala outfit, 2022. @duskextra​

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Hugh Dancy and Alison Brie in The Woman Who Solved Her Own Murder (2022)

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THE SHINING

1980 | dir. stanley kubrick

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annahydenyc​:

She followed him through to the living room area, a spring in her step as usual. There hazel orbs fall on the items set up in preparation for the withdrawal of her blood. The urge to start being nosy and pick things up was strong, but she restrained and let him prepare what he needed to. She removes her jacket promptly and folds it up before placing it down on the arm of a chair before plopping herself down in it.

“I knew.” she said in an almost sing-song voice. He had a point ; why didn’t the o’riley’s who are notorious hunters think about that first. In hind sight it would have been a good idea to have the wolves banned, or make them leave much, much earlier in the day. But Anna had been prepared, not that she knew they were going to be locked in, but she was prepared for this full moon as she often ran into wolves. “Last month I nearly had my ass bit by a wolf, so I had a few herbs in my bad should I need them for on the way home and well, I needed them.” She rolls up her sleeve whilst speaking and rests it on the other arm of the chair ready. “So, why do you take blood like this? Why not just bite me?” she asks outright.

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      ------“ I CAN SAFELY say i’ve never had the pleasure of getting into a scuffle with a werewolf. ” whether or not he was sarcastic or serious was up for debate, and his expression wouldn’t be a tell. concentration was set on sterilizing the draw site before wrapping a tourniquet around her arm. he watched as everything below slowly shifted to a darker shade of pink, pressed his finger into the junction of her elbow to raise the necessary vein more to the surface. he’d done this so many times ---even taken a proper class to learn about different drawing techniques, the different gauges for the syringes for their various uses, and practice on dummy arms. jesse hummed in response to her explanation - he couldn’t fault her for being prepared - and continued his work. once the butterfly needle had been inserted and the tubing connected to the bag he released the tourniquet and gestured for her to sit back and relax.

      “ a couple of reasons ... one, collection lets me have a reserve stock. it’s easier to pull from this, ” and he gestured to the bag as it filled, “ than to go out and find someone to feed from every time ... or have someone come by. two, biting is intimate. i’d rather not share that form of intimacy every time i need to sustain myself. ” his freezer had other bags from other connections stocked in it. they were marked with the date they had been collected and the blood type at the very minimal of effort, but usually with the donor’s name as well. he tried his best to vet his donors, even ---to ensure they weren’t taking anything that would harm him for ingesting. “ did you get bitten in the ass again? ” genuine curiosity, a rarity in his tone, present as he sat back and relaxed for the moment he could before he’d have to stop the collection process.

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ofxmiray​:

HE HAD A POINT, why waste their time on something that was bound to pick itself up again. However, it would have made for a nice show. Some form of entertainment on some end. If there was a species she despised more than the humans it was werewolves. Considering she used to be human, but all that died with her. She had no remorse. “There is also the thought that they will ruin themselves, only a matter of time.” she states quietly as they walk through the crowded streets. A dislike for closed spaces, and people in general, she ignored the bystanders and continued following his lead. “not surprised, the training and time spent in such a field, not even put to good use.” the world was a disappointment. Did she see herself above the living? no, but they were worthless.

She hadn’t met his sibling, not that she would think he’d introduce the two, that just wasn’t even a thought. However, she held importance, anyone that was of value to Jesse, would suffice for her to consider them, valuable. She didn’t question the things he did, or said. Miray simply let it be. “You do what you must to get the answers you need. by ANY means. “ she replies, she smirked at his next set of words. The area in which she resides was much more upkeep, considering, it was a luxury part of Manhattan, the building in which she works, not so much. “I don’t think I’ve visited your place in a while.” she states looking over at him.

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      ------“ I DON’T THINK anyone has answers. ” his tone was slightly wistful, mostly disappointed, quickly covered by his body language. a register of nothing. he wasn’t one to sink feelings or emotions into thoughts but the consistent dry resolution ( or lack thereof ) where leilana was concerned had him fully believing that nobody knew anything. “ the council is completely fucking useless. you think they’d value one of thier members enough to intervene in some fashion when they turned up missing, but instead they’re calling all manner of individuals in for questioning. i can only imagine it means they know nothing more than you or i on the matter. IMAGINE ---something as supposedly powerful as a council knowing nothing. what a dated and glorified concept. ”

      he was more than happy for the shift in topic. jesse nodded and peered at miray from the corner of his eye, nearly elbowing someone out of the way in oncoming sidewalk traffic. “ not much of a change. i think i gutted the den and made an office instead since you last visited. more collecting of gothic decor. as much as can be fit into the motif while owning a home in this godforsaken city. ”

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calliopcs​:

❝      𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗡𝗜𝗧 !      𝗬𝗢𝗨   𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧   𝗠𝗘   𝗢𝗨𝗧   𝗝𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘 .    ❞��     venomous   sarcasm   drips   off   of   silvered   tongue .      ❝      i   wonder   if   you   like   where   your   head   sits   currently   because   i   have   half   the   mind   to   rip   it   off .    ❞       calliope   had   always   been   quick   to   anger ,       her   four   hundred   years   of   bloodshed   could   attest   to   that .      ❝      i’d   suggest   keeping   rosamie’s   name   out   of   your   mouth .      your   sister   is   missing ,      mine   was   murdered .      i’m   trying   to   stop   yours   from   meeting   a   similar   fate .     ❞     

temples   are   massaged   with   spindly   digits ,      𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒   𝚠𝚊𝚜   𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝   𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔   𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 ,      a   loose   cannon   that   rarely   followed   protocol .       luckily   for   her   though   her   team   operated   outside   of   majority   of   the   normal   fbi   regulations   and   rules ,      the   many   perks   of   a   specialised   task   force .      ❝      don’t   be   so   quick   to   assume .      i’ve   spoken   to   torin ,      HE   DIDN’T   EVEN   KNOW   SHE   WAS   MISSING .      but   since   you   demanded   so   sweetly   i’ll   have   logan   look   into   a   formal   interview .     ❞ 

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      ------“ DON’T DISH IT if you can’t take it. ” calm response in answer to her threat - her bad attitude would always be met in kind by his. he wasn’t bothered in the least by it, honestly. he’d met women like her before, throwing age or tempers around as a means to get what they wanted. how scary. the sort of behavior that did just the opposite of helping, where he felt as if the interaction would only hold up any potential in finding information about leilana than not. with it being obvious that the bar was a bust for hints, he’d blow out of there like the hurricane he was and move on down the tree of ideas or leads he’d delicately collected since the realization that his sister was, in fact, missing.

      “ has anyone ever told you that you have a piss poor temper? you should look into that, some therapy to help you manage that anger. ” the closer he ventured to the back rooms of the bar the stronger the scent of old blood got. if he were anything other than a creature that sustained himself off of that very thing he might have gagged for how sudden and overwhelming it was. had someone actually died that night? it certainly would have made a party at this shithole more interesting. but it wasn’t her ( he’d know the smell of his own family anywhere ) so he didn’t poke further. “ the windows and doors had the runes i’ve heard about? ”

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imogenoriley​:

she huffs and looks up, taking in a deep breath. how she wished she could break the stupid council rules and give him what he deserves. but, she refrains. the last thing they needed with the absolute mess on their hands, was imogen losing her temper. “let’s save that for another time, jesse. i’m sure their will be plenty.” shifting on the balls of her feet some, her face stone cold. 

“you have some balls. i’ll tell you that.” which she could appreciate even more so if he didn’t drink blood to stay alive. she walks a little closer to him, mere inches from his face, not breaking eye contact. her hand going into her pocket and taking out her phone, glancing down to call her brother, putting the phone to her ear. “hey, i have question for you. you know where your bloodsucker girlfriend is?” 

imogen listens to him yell, profanities spill from his lips over the phone. she swallows hard, noting that he was … not okay at all. “okay… just, i’ll text you alright. i just wanted to ask.” hanging up, she sighs loudly. “he doesn’t know where she is, he just found out she’s missing. – maybe you two can team up, how about that? it would be so cute.”

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      ------HE WAS ALL about pushing boundaries, poking his little fingers into the cracks of whoever it was unfortunate enough to speak to him, to feel out their buttons and press them repeatedly. with someone like imogen it was easy: she had a lot of cracks to feel around in, a lot of buttons to press over and over. it was moments like these that jesse wished he had the ability to read minds, to get a feel of the frustration that might have roiled over her, the one that flickered momentary emotions over her face only to disappear into a mask he so easily recognized - the cold neutrality. he’d relish in it too much. a fantasy best shelved for never.

      his own amusement remained painted across his expression, albeit in small ways, with the slight flicker of his lips upward and the unfamiliar shine in his otherwise dead gaze. eyes followed as she drew near, head canting slightly to accommodate the sudden close proximity ( a challenge unto itself ) and jesse could smell the blood rushing through her veins with how little room she’d kept between them. he knew this game. imogen conceded enough to give him what he wanted but she’d done it on her own terms. what had been verbalized as her version of momentary truce was really an extension unto their back-and-forth, he admired that about her. ( he’d never admit it. ) he had balls? she did, too.

      there was no satisfaction in the result of the phone call. every lead he’s imagined turned up a dead-end, stopping any poking into leilana’s whereabouts right in their tracks. as cold as he was jesse could measure the reaction to the question as genuine. with the soft tone of the call ending he was sure to keep his own poker face in place, not willing to give a woman like imogen any measure or tell of displeasure for her to run that mile with. he kept close in her proximity, voice a calm near-whisper. “ thank you. was that so hard, sweetheart? ”

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ofxmiray​:

SHE HAD BEEN busy with this thing called life, if that is what this was. the daily routine of going through the motions, and all for what? to fit in? into the world that was nothing but a disappointment. a disappointment along with the rest of these humans that lived their everyday lives oblivious to the world that they’re in. Had their eyes actually opened, they’d see, it was evil and twisted darkness. run, run for your lives. the thoughts simply floats in her mind, none taking precedence in acting on what she was thinking. The temptation of blood, the beating muscle that pumps within their chests, the very essence of survival, the only supply that could sate her needs. All thoughts silenced as her attention was turned to Jesse.

“it’s only fair to continue to infect it more, or have it become extinct.” her voice monotone, but she did mean her words. This was his typical check in, visit her every now and then, and they would move forward. An acknowledgement that could be said without words, in a simple gaze. Her feet moving the minute he began to move, ten years and she could still never miss a beat to his drum. Walking along side him without even trying. “Well then, pour the gas, I’ll light the match.” she states looking at him. “it seems as the days go on, the more tempting it is to ruin their picture perfect ideal world.” but for now it was on hold. they had pressing matters, like these runes and Leilana Beaufort missing. She was not one to show much emotion but family was important, she long forgot hers. “any word on your sibling?”

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      ------“ FAR TOO MUCH effort for something meaningless. it’s a passing fancy at best, entertaining the notion. but not worth the time, the expense in energy it would take. city like this ... even if the world ended there’d be the cockroaches still clinging to the vestiges of it. kingdoms rise, fall, rise again. such is life. ” shoulders rose and dropped in the slightest of single shrugs ... as if the thought didn’t matter so much as to warrant any more. he moved through the throng of people on the sidewalk ---busy, always, as if they weren’t there and continued their conversation. “ no new word. and the unfortunate creatures working on the investigation seem less-inclined to help than they should. i’ll start digging my nose in earnest soon. ”

      it wasn’t like leilana to drop off of the face of the earth. that was a jesse thing ---disappearing when he didn’t want to be bothered. if, for nothing else, he wanted to be at the tavern to see where she was now, when she went missing. IF ONLY HE COULD ROLL BACK TIME. lips pressed into a thin line and jesse shook his head, “ i’m sure she’ll turn up, sooner or later. but until then i have to start shaking the right trees. i’m just very much not looking forward to the first one i have to rattle. ” THE BOYFRIEND. or whatever the fuck he was. waste of space. either way, “ but first, home. thinking and pondering about that situation can wait until tomorrow, or at least wait until we’re somewhere more private and less filthy. ”

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@ofxmiray​

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calliopcs​:

❝     𝗢𝗛   𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘   𝗠𝗘   𝗧𝗛𝗘   𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗧   𝗦𝗔𝗥𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗠 .     ❞      response   is   curt   and   short ,      patience   quite   apparent   not   to   be   one   of   the   virtues   she   possessed .      gaze   narrows   ever   so   slightly ,      he   was   centuries   younger   than   her   and   yet   still   had   the   same   jaded   personality .      immortality   wasn’t   a   kind   bedfellow ,      it   promised   such   greatness   only   to   hollow   one   out ,      replacing   heart   with   𝚛𝚘𝚝   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚢 .      she’d   blame   their   shared   curse   for   his   sour   demeanor ,      truthfully   though   calliope   didn’t   care ,      their   families   were   allies   not   best   friends   so   some   BITTER   INTERACTIONS   weren’t   going   to   damage   their   relations   any   time   soon .      

❝     nice   try ,      you   can   deal   with   the   o’riley   brute .     ❞      she   offhandedly   remarks ,      not   wanting   to   deal   with   another   pissed   off   hunter   given   the   chance .      besides   it   was   his   sister ,      not   hers .      still   calliope   felt   a   sense   of   obligation   to   look   for   the   beaufort   head ,      𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚕𝚕   𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚍   𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎   𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚘   𝚊𝚌𝚝   𝚊𝚜   𝚊   𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕   𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 .      ❝     for   someone   who’s   family   member   is   missing   you’re   awfully   calm .      what ?      did   she   steal   your   toys   when   you   were   kids ?     ❞

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      ------“ SO, THE BADGE, the FBI get up is? just for show? you ask if there’s any leads, anything that can be done, and immediately deny the suggestion and pawn it off to a civilian? no wonder nothing ever came of your rosamie’s death, if you were on the case. ” lips pursed into a think line, attention shifting immediately to other interests in the room. just a lot of evidence of angry werewolves ---not the sorts of things that interested jesse. the whole bar was tacky ... sticky even, the way his shoes made noise when he moved as if they were suctioned to the floor. AND HE DOUBTED IT WAS WHATEVER BLOOD SHED THAT MADE THEM STICK. it seemed like a bar thing.

      “ unless it was a conflict of interest because she was your sister. either way, i’ll report my potential lead to another agent if you’re so disinclined to actually see it through. ” he cared little for the tit-for-tat nonsense that seemed to be presenting itself. THIS WAS WHY HE DIDN’T RUB ELBOWS WITH THE OTHER COUNCIL FAMILIES, why he didn’t bother spending his time with other vampires, either. there was only room enough for one oversized ego in any vicinity, and jesse was much more occupied with his own than anyone else’s. “ and what am i supposed to do? having an anxiety attack isn’t going to find her any faster. i’ll feeel what i feel in my own time, thank you. ”

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ofxmiray​:

@jessebeaufort​

Location || Outside Cosmopolitan Magazine.

Miray had been leaving her workplace for the night, moving on about her day like normal. She had heard about the events at O’Riley’s tavern but didn’t care too much for the werewolves or whatever. Just hearing it, made her skin crawl, it angered her even. She was now heading home, that was until someone had asked her for direction. “Ever heard of google maps? you should try it.” she states moving around the person, eyes then settling on a familiar figure. Looking at him, she simply gave a head nod. nothing else.

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      ------THERE WAS AN argument to be made that jesse beaufort’s priorities were askew, but that was always the case. some people changed when they came into their full potential ... he was simply born with all of his faults as they were and chose to embrace them from day one. there was no more searching he could do for leilana presently, with her case in the weak and incapable hands of the fbi ( they were more concerned with film copyright infringement, after all ). later he’d stick his nose where it didn’t belong, but all leads so far were dead. there was nothing more that could be found, dug up ---as if she just disappeared. attention shifted to another concern, one in the form of a child.

      the business with runes, deaths, his sister’s disappearance ... it was all more than enough to set the finer hairs at the back of his neck upright. connecting with miray was simply to ensure her safety and nothing more, all done in his fashion. “ this city is a disease. i don’t understand why the council clings to it. ” words drawled with the usual bored tone, eyes following the person dismissed by his fledgling. jesse neared, and fell in beside her, moving in the direction he had just come from and wordlessly assuming she’d follow. “ it’d be easier to burn the whole damn place to the ground. ”

[jessebeaufort]

🔫 PISTOL

      🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

      not at all. there are very few people he actually trusts, and even then it’s a limited experience. he has little to no interest in the plights of others, so it’s pretty likely he’ll turn his back on someone ... it depends on the situation, who they are, if it can somehow benefit him. since jesse considers small slights being backstabbed ( situational ) he has been betrayed before ... but he doesn’t remember why and would be the first to admit it meant nothing to him ... he was just being an asshole. and it depends on what the ultimatum is, who he’d be betraying, what the motivation is. he’s an incredibly selfish person, so if it doesn’t somehow benefit him in the long run he’s not going to do it.

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calliopcs​:

𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘𝗗   𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥   𝗙𝗢𝗥 :   𝗃𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾  𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍   ( @jessebeaufort​ ) 𝗟𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 :   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚘'𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚢   𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗

𝗙𝗢𝗥   𝗧𝗛𝗘   𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗘   𝗢𝗙   𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦   𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗣𝗘   𝗛𝗔𝗗   𝗧𝗢   𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞   𝗔𝗦   𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛   𝗦𝗛𝗘   𝗪𝗔𝗦   𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗗   𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧   𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧   𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡   𝗢𝗙   𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 .      which   is   exactly   why   she   found   herself   digging   around   the   aftermath   of   the   hunter   tavern ,      the   badge   she   wore   on   her   hip   required   a   certain   amount   of   professionalism   so   here   she   was .      following   the   orders   of   her   superiors ,      who   also   wanted   to   know   the   perpetrator   responsible   for   the   runes .      mostly   though   calli   was   worried   about   her   own   well   being ,       UNSURPRISINGLY .      but   the   sight   of   jesse   beaufort   reminded   her   of   his   missing   family   member   leilana ,      a   woman   who   had   been   nothing   but   kind   and   patient   with   her .      something   tugs   in   her   chest ,      an   odd   sense   of   sympathy   blooms ,      𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜   𝚊𝚝   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊   yet   still   approaches   the   other .       ❝     i’m   going   to   assume   you’re   looking   for   sister ?     ❞      it’s   a   rhetorical   question ,      she   knew   how   the   beaufort’s   were .      close   knit   and   disgustingly   worried   for   one   another ,      a   understanding   she   seemingly   avoided   with   the   lynn’s ,      displays   of   tenderness   not   often   on   her   to   do   list .      ❝     have   you   gotten   any   leads ?     ❞

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      ------“ NO, I WAS more interested in drinking whiskey that tastes like it came from the bottom of one of the hunter’s shoes. ” sarcasm oozed from each of his words, the unamused glimmer in jesse’s eye more of a giveaway than the tone of voice. HE WAS NOT A CLOSE-KNIT MAN, nor was he disgustingly worried ---both were reserved for the likes of his missing sister, and perhaps other siblings he kept less in-touch with. JESSE WAS NOT A MAN WHO’D DREDGE UP SYMPATHY OR EMPATHY FOR ANYONE ELSE. his worry did lead him now, but it lashed more like a tiger backed into a corner of a cage than tears and begging. he’d rather die. “ if i had leads, i wouldn’t be digging around in this shithole. ”

      the truth of it was ---he had no idea where to start. or rather, he’d prefer not to interact with torin o’riley at all, if he could help it, who was the best place. and he paused, as if a bulb were lit overhead ... “ she likes to spend time with torin o’riley. you could ask him if he knows where she is. or the last time he’s seen her. ” PAWN HIM OFF ON SOMEONE ELSE. avoid the interaction entirely ... he was pleased with himself for it.

[jessebeaufort]

ofevrenx​:

She had been on her shift, almost counting down the hours until she could go home. her mind needed to be put at ease, and right now, work was a distraction. she may have only been working part time now a days, she still was able to catch things, especially if a certain doctor was being shady. seeing as someone looked like they needed assistance. Evren got up and walked towards them, but before she could speak. the person spoke first. Dr. Grant. “ he was recently paged, can I help you?” none of the nurses were informed of any meeting, and that within itself seemed odd.

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      ------“ YES, YOU CAN tell me how long he’ll be. ” he needed the supplies one way or another. sure, work couldn’t be helped but jesse wasn’t quite so understanding as that. if it was the slightest of inconveniences to HIS person he ensured that the inconvenience was addressed. this time seemed to be more harmless ---in the form of passing along the under-the-table business detail from the doctor to ... perhaps this nurse. “ if it’s longer than half an hour, then perhaps you can assist me. ”

[jessebeaufort]

annahydenyc​:

Was there something creepy about giving your blood to a vampire in a way that felt like donating to a hospital? Yes. Did Anna care? Nope. The fact was the witch had a pretty sweet apartment in Brooklyn but rent wasn’t cheap and since she didn’t have an actually job per say, she’d take what she could get. A few shady deals here and there would be fine, and this was just one of those things. A regular Monday for the witch.

She smiles sweetly as the door is opened for her and she moves through the threshold with a spring in her step. “My pleasure.” she speaks with an upbeat tone.  Her hands clasped behind her back in attempt to stop herself from touching something possibly valuable and getting herself distracted – which was easily done. “Oh, you mean the bar fight between one guy claiming to be the best irish dancer in new york and the other guy claiming to be the best irish dancer in the world? Pfft. That was nothing. The real fun began when we found out we were all locked in and I had to go all bad ass witch on a few puppies.” she explains in typical Anna style.

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      ------THERE WAS AN obvious clash in personality between the two ... but jesse didn’t need her bubbly persona, he just needed her blood. the rest of it was just chit-chat, idle as it was, to pass the time between her knocking and when she’d leave. he was good at it, even if he clenched his jaw through the whole thing. he moved through the foyer, leading toward the crisp living room with the objects necessary laid out, and gestured for her to have a seat. it had taken only a few short months to perfect this, all those years ago. harvesting the blood in the most sterile way possible, almost clinical in his approach as if he wasn’t at all interested in consuming it later. ( there was a specific kettle on his stove that he reheated the blood in. he had to wash it between each use, but it served well. )

      jesse himself sat on the coffee table ---sturdy, a thick glass, and rest the rubber tourniquet on his knee. hands busied themselves with getting ready to pierce her flesh with the appropriate needle, even with the alcohol pad laid atop the tourniquet. “ obviously i was referencing the second. people won’t stop talking under their breath about it. very predictable. ” he half-shrugged a shoulder, “ remove your jacket, please. and roll up your sleeve. ---as to how nobody realized it was a full moon before the holiday seems sloppy in and of itself. ”

[jessebeaufort]

imogenoriley​:

    fighting a smirk, just because she knew this interaction was going to be the highlight of her day. “what’s that i hear?” gesturing with a hand to her ear. “oh yeah, the sound of me not giving a fuck – jesse beaufort.” her hands going to cross over her chest, putting the gun in her back pocket in the process, eyeing him up and down.

    she didn’t like the way he said her last name, like it was some kind of foul word, thickened with disgust. then again, it kinda made her want to gloat, it just meant that her family had a deep enough affect on the supernatural community. no matter if it was good or bad, imogen didn’t care how people viewed her or her family.

    “how is that my problem exactly?” asking, nose scrunching. wondering if torin knew of his blood sucker girlfriend vanishing. unfortunately, it wasn’t her that caused this. “watch how you talk about him.” commenting in a stern voice. “but, going back to your obvious main concern; sorry she’s not answering her phone. are we done here?”

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      ------“ THEN TAKE YOUR shot, o’riley. we’ll see how it goes. ” his expression flickered - just for a moment ( blink and you’ll miss it ) to genuine amusement at their interaction. so few people stood up to his horrible disposition with the right kind of attitude ... the reare moments it happened he reveled in it. in any other instance he would engage her further and see how far that snark went, but not with leilana’s status as MISSING looming over his head. HIS CURSE WAS CARING TOO MUCH, despite all evidence pointing to the opposite. while he did have love for each member of his family, there was more for leilana ... not that he’d let her know it. not that he’d let anyone know it.

      “ it’s your problem because you’re going to do me the very kind favor of calling that useless sack of bones and finding out what he knows about my sister’s status. because if i go to him directly i guarantee it’s not going to end in a way you or i likes. ---well, you might like it in the end, when the council flays me for losing my patience with him and doing something naughty. ” and he gestured, as if he could make someone as stubborn as imogen do what he wanted with the simple wave of his hand. life didn’t work that way. “ now come, come. dial. speak. chat. I’LL OWE YOU ONE. ”

[jessebeaufort]

I prefer sins of omission to outright lies.

Hugh Dancy as Will Graham, Gillian Anderson as Bedelia du Maurier, Hannibal – Dolce (S03E06)

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