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"Upright so that I can appreciate your dancing for myself... if you were amenable to that."

Skylar raised a brow. "And is there some other place you'd rather I be?"

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"Do I? I don't think anyone's been able to accoplish that feat in some years now... although our lovely Odette did come rather close to the prospect."

"I see no point in greeting you. You need to be taken down a peg after all."

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"You did make eye contact with me, so I'm afraid it's somewhat indisputable."

"Very presumptuous of you to assume it is you I am staring at."

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"Oh," Atticus replied softly, stepping a little closer to the other man. "Am I your entertainment now?"

"Maybe I'm waiting to see if you do something interesting."

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"I do, rather. But apparently my humor is lost on you, love."

“I suppose you think you’re funny, do you?” He raised a brow. “Well I’m not laughing am I?”

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"And now you prefer to stay on the floor? Such a pity."

From a spot on the dance floor...

"Oh...no." He laughed, waving the person away. "I am quite alright. Too much fairy nectar it seems. Caught my pirouette a little off."

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"Do you always stare at people instead of greeting them?"

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Atticus smiled a bit, bowing his head in concession. "Partly, yes. Though that in itself is not a guarantee... we're ever the students. Training, learning, so that we might attain more of that power."

"Poetry across the skin. And a retelling of one's life up until such a time, in a sense," he agreed.

"Power comes in many shapes and sizes." Dimitri agreed, eyeing the nephilim curiously. "For you....I expect. It comes in burns of black script accross your skin."

"The marks of the angel...are quite lovely. Are they not?"

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"Mmm, I could. But I rather tire of the talking stage in general. It's tedious and all a cover for what people really aim for, is it not?"

"You could...." Chase drawled, giving the nephilim an assessing once over.

"But I tire of witty pick-up lines." He pouted a little at him. "Surely you could come up with something a little more original?"

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Atticus brought a hand to rest on his chest. "You wound me. I like to think I keep my word far often than I don't," he replied, leaning a touch closer to the vampire. "Or are you so stuck in that presumption that you wouldn't even allow for a chance to prove that?"

Sage considered him for a moment, before his lips spread into a more amiable smile. "Oh...but I never say anything I do not mean. Though I expect lying to be more of a nephilim trait. Then that of a vampire."

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"Even so, that is dreadfully pessimistic, love."

"I admit it's been a rough couple of years." Alaric sighs.

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"Hardly. I'm not the type to be so one note... after all, it's far more fun to dabble in the less than angelic things."

"Mmm..." Damon rested his chin against his fist, watching the nephilim curiously. "Is that so? Sounds to me like you live a pretty drab existence then. With all the smiting of evil and things."

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"Mmm, perhaps not. But it wouldn't go amiss."

"Quite," Atticus agreed, still all too amused at the uptight demeanor of the younger man in front of him. "Wouldn't dream of getting in the way. Then I would have you and darling Ava to contend with, wouldn't I?" Because he'd already caught wind of that, to be sure. "And that, I assure you, I would hate to see."

Hayden gave him a sharp look. "You don't care if I like you or not." He replied dryly, knowing it was true.

Hayden looked like he didn't believe about that. Not in the slightest. "Isn't that the truth of most of the children of Raziel." It should really have surprised him. Chicago had already been considered the dumping ground of the Clave for quite a while now. "Well. Do as you are told. And don't get in my way. And maybe we'll be alright." It was the most he was willing to give, and if Atticus really intended on making nice he'd take it.

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"Or too much of it," Atticus mused with a mix of curiosity and flirtation behind his gaze. "I daresay you lead the pack on that sort of thing here... that is, if rumors are to be believed."

“Mmm…” Nyx’s pout dissolved into a more subtle sort of smile. “And don’t we all like a little fun…” He purred. Taking in the other nephilim with a particularly feral interest.

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Atticus' smirk didn't shift from his face--if anything it only deepened at the snap-back of a comment. "Unicorns, even."

"Oh, don't apologize, love. But do feel free to bear your soul to me if needs be. After all, it's not as if you know me to have any reservations in doing so."

Hunter considered rolling his eyes. but that took effort. Something he was severely lacking in lately. "Is it?" He asked, no hint of anything on his face. "Darn. And I thought I was emanating rainbows and butterflies."

But then, he felt sort of bad for being a grump. "Sorry. In that case. But you don't have to stick around and be sucked into it, yeah?"

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"Mmm, but isn't that all it takes to say you know me? I'm sure you've been warned away," he mused with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "On edge or not, it means nothing to me. My lot are never the welcomed sort. Just begrudged until we're shifted off to another institute."

"Not quite yet, but his reputation certainly preceeds him as well. I might have competition."

"Felix knows you." Asher said a little cautiously. "But I don't." He took a breath, realizing he sounded quite contrite, and he wasn't. Not really. "Sorry, love. I suppose we're all just sort of edge lately."

"Awkwardness?" Asher asked as if he didn't know what he could be talking about,. "Clearly you've never met Nyx then."

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Atticus couldn't help the laughter that escaped his lips then. "Goodness, pet, you are rather a touchy sort. Although if you really are a courtier then I suppose that does come with the territory." He leaned forward again nonetheless, his smirk deepening at the evident frustration of the fae. "Ah, but you could if you weren't so hellbent on not having any fun at all. I have it on good authority that I'm quite amusing... amongst other things."

Jax simmered a bit. “You would.” He retorted unnecessarily. But Jax always did like to have the last word in most if not all situations.

Jax’s eyes widened in outrage at the poke. He swatted his hand away. “How dare you touch me so effortlessly! I am a courtier of the Queen of Faerie and you-…” He stopped mid-sentence. Because he wasn’t anymore. He gave the nephilim a wounded glare. “As if I would give in to such haphazard flirtation.” He told him with a sniff. When the infuriating man simply made himself at home Jax sputtered at him. “As if you are actually deserving of my time. Be off with you!” He didn’t really mean it though. Having a target for his directed rage gave him a welcome distraction. But he certainly wasn’t going to admit to it.