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He inhaled deeply, feeding off the other's frustrations a little before offering a soft smile like one would use to butter someone up.

"Well sounds like you are in a pickle." That was the extent of his making a joke. His gaze was once Alex's before glancing over to the door with a little nod as if he was just deciding something for himself.

Though he slid his hands into his pockets, waiting to hear what was going on and then also not really caring. He could do his job without knowing but it did help to know what he was getting into. Damian moved, so he was sitting next to Alex, ass on the table and his back facing the door.

"Any of your fingerprints on the weapons? Touch them at all?" He picked at his pants as if he had lint, he didn't he just needed something to do as he waited for a response. "Not that it matters, I mean really, either way is fine. Easier if you didn't touch it." He's gotten people out of stickier situations. Not that he wanted to do this but a favor was a favor.

"Listen, I have a plan, why tell it to you when you can act shocked and then I get a good boost out of it." He leaned in, almost putting his cheek against Alex's cheek. "Now be a good boy, sit there and look pretty, and let me handle whatever comes in." He stays for a moment as if waiting to hear a response. The time he got to talk to Alex was coming to an end so either the other listens or Damian might just leave him there. He was feeling frisky for some reason and wouldn't mind helping or leaving him.

Alex blinked, leaning back in his chair as he spoke. The guy was sharp—razor sharp—and his directness made it clear he wasn’t here to waste time. Still, there was something about his attitude that made Alex's lips twitch with the faintest hint of a smirk.

“Damian Meciar” Alex repeated, his voice dry, as if tasting the name. “Not buddy. Got it.” He shifted slightly, arms still crossed, his gaze following the lawyer’s pacing. “Vodka, not whiskey. Sure, I’ll file that under ‘things I didn’t need to know.’ And yeah, I probably do smell like a barn—it comes with being locked up without a shower.” he added, a hint of frustration slipping into his tone.

He glanced at Damian’s briefcase and then back at him, one eyebrow quirking slightly at the mention of cameras being off. “Well, aren’t you the reassuring type…” he muttered, his voice dropping slightly.

Alex’s smirk faded as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his tone leveling out. “Look, I get it—you’re here to do a job, and you’ve got places to be. But I don’t have time to sit here wondering what comes next. So if you’ve got a plan, now’s the time to share.”

His green eyes locked onto Damian with sharp focus, the humor gone entirely. “This whole thing started with a mission gone sideways. We were taking down a weapons smuggling ring, but someone flipped the script. Next thing I know, I’m the one being framed for selling the damn weapons. A key witness swore I was the mastermind, and now I’m stuck here holding the bag.”

Alex shook his head, his frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “I don’t know who set me up or why, but I’m not letting this mess stick to me—or my team. So whatever card you’re planning to play, let’s do it now.”

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He huffed a laugh, looking back down at what he was doing, his hands covered in flour and the mess of scones in front of him was enough to make him want to lean over and kiss her but he kept that one to himself. "It has been too long. I have been good, but I'm obviously busy with the store. Making some scones. Want to help or do you just want to sit and look gorgeous." He went back to portioning of some more before glancing over at her with a raised eyebrow.

            ❝  aren't i special  ??  ❞  marlene coos  ,  a teasing tone edging her voice as she looks at marcus  .  it's been a while since she's dropped by the shop  ,  having been rather busy herself with a lot of work . . . a high profile event was happening in town and many were scrambling to find proper protection detail  ,  marlene was amply kept busy until recently  .  ❝  how are you  ,  my dear  ??  it's been too long  ,  ❞  she murmurs  .

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-shakes can.- smooches anyone? smooches?

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Aston was too busy attempting to get blood, the purple kind that stained like ink, out of his sweater. It was his favorite piece and one that had taken him forever to get, something about the material it was made out of was resistant to staining. He wanted to huff about it, it wasn't in fact stain resistant.

He felt it the moment Nine crossed over the threshold. Pandora had stated something about something showing up to help protect the students since things had been going haywire recently, not that he wanted someone trigger-happy around his students. He set the sweater at the sink, the faint buzz of magic flowing around him, setting his eyes a blazing blue before they simmered down a moment.

"Kid's would not be the proper term. Students would be. Please take your shoes off." This was a house and not a public pub but he didn't say that. That would be rude. He took a towel, cleaning off his hands from the goop that he was attempting to scrub off before sighing. He could tell this was going to be an interesting experience to say the least.

"Nice to meet you Nine. You can call me Aston, King is for my students." He did a quick glance over Nine, taking in features, head to the side before he pushed the glasses up on his head and took a deep breath. "You will be impressing no one. You are simply here because some of my students have been experiencing being followed. No one truly is allowed inside without my permission, magic and all. So you are just to protect the students while they are here and if we must go somewhere, you will accompany us." That is what he agreed upon with Pandora and he wasn't really in the mood to give more.

"However, this is my home, I teach my students out of my home, so you will most likely stay here around the clock. Although I do not think it is fully necessary but that is not for me to decide. Someone else did the for me." Yes, he was grumpy but he got stuff on his shirt and this new person. He did not like someone new being in his space.

"Try not to scare the students." He offered a small smile. "They have already been scared enough in their lifetime."

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Nine strolled into the chamber, his boots clicking against the stone floor, his green eyes scanning the place like he owned it. “Nice setup you’ve got here” he called out, smirking. “Real cozy. Bet the kids love story time.” Leaning casually against a bookshelf, he crossed his arms, the faint hum of his cybernetics breaking the silence. His smirk widened as his gaze landed on Aston.

“You must be King. They said you’re the guy in charge—magic teacher extraordinaire or something. Lucky for you, they sent me to help.” He gestured to himself, clearly pleased. “Name’s Nine. You know, part machine, part genius, full-time entertainer.”

He tilted his head, his grin unwavering. “Heard things have been getting dicey around here—kids in danger, threats slipping through. Guess that’s where I come in. Protect the place, keep things running smoothly, maybe crack a few jokes while I’m at it.” He chuckled at his own words, clearly oblivious to how bad the joke was.

“So..” he added, flashing a self-satisfied smirk “how do you want to do this? I lead with my charm, or are we taking turns impressing the kids?”

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He was already missing home and wanting to get back as soon as he could. He hated these holding cells but when someone called in a favor, who was he to refuse. After all he had to play the part of a lawyer once in a while. A piercing green gaze moved over Alex, slowly as if taking stock and measuring what he could get out of him, before settling on the walls of the cell. Such strange things people decided to hold others in, though he preferred a much better establishment.

"My name is Damian Meciar. Not buddy. I don't drink whiskey I drink vodka. And I will not sit in these chairs because I am not going to be here long and neither are you." He set his briefcase on the table, gloved hands creaking as he did so. He sighed glancing about. "I am sure your friend holding you will not be long because we both have a flight to catch." He most importantly was starving and this was holding up dinner at his hotel before he flew back home. Price had caught him at a favorable time. He rubbed his fingers together after touching the table before he walked around, almost as if he was pacing the small room. He glanced at his watch.

"I owed Price a debt and now it's paid once we leave here. Though I am sure you do not care about that nor do you care about anything but me getting you out of here and I can assure you. I want nothing more than to get you and myself out of this hell hole. You smell like a barn." He scrunched up his nose before moving to stand next to the table, watching the door with a stillness in his body that came from years of practice. "Do not worry about saying anything either. Cameras turned off the moment I came in here, if they were even on in the first place."

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The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly as Alex sat at the metal table, arms crossed, his patience wearing thin. A botched mission in Eastern Europe had left him accused of orchestrating an arms deal he was sent to stop. Now he was in a holding cell, waiting for the so-called "fixer" Price had promised.

The door creaked open, and Alex looked up. The man who entered was sharp-dressed, confident, and exuded an air of control that filled the room. Not what Alex expected.

“You must be the miracle worker Price mentioned” Alex said, raising an eyebrow. He gestured to the chair across from him. “Have a seat buddy. I’d offer a drink, but they don’t exactly stock whisky here” he muttered, his voice carrying a faint attempt at humor, dulled by exhaustion and a sense of defeat.

The man didn’t reply right away, his piercing gaze sizing Alex up like a hawk. The silence stretched, and Alex huffed. “Alright, what’s your play? Because if Price sent you I’m guessing you’re not here for small talk.”

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She always makes sure her customers are taken care of, and that is why they come back. She enjoys the shop and enjoys the way everyone always has a piece of home when they are here. She hums gently, leaning her hip against the doorframe watching the other as he speaks. She worries, she always has but with her friends, she worries more. She looked at the book in her hand and then nodded.

"Alright, but the moment you come back if they are still here then you are taking them. As a present." She flashed a smile, hoping that it eased the other before she thumbed through the book in her hand. "Soooo, been on any dates lately?" Curiously she wanted to know if Dokja had hit up her family to see about dating them, still, she wasn't going to push, she was just going to be curious, plant some seeds.

"Or not just curious." She smiled behind the book raising it up to her face.

Her head leaned against the molding into the room. She enjoyed watching him read, she enjoyed watching everyone read and get lost in a world unlike their own. She had spent the better part of her day knees deep into putting books away. Such is her life of making sure the piles were not to large and that her shop was always shoppable, even if the piles were large. "Good, take it home with you if you don't finish it. Otherwise, if you do I got a couple you could enjoy at home, bring them back when you're done if you want." She knows he won't keep them, but she'll make sure he does, she likes knowing her books found a home with him, after all he does take great care of them.

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Her whole body softened around him as if she was dying to get close to feel. She leaned against the doorway waiting for him, as if she wouldn't leave the spot she was in until he came to her. Her hand reached out, almost as if to grasp him but she paused letting her hand hover in between them.

"You are right. Shame on me for staying away so long. Let's go to your favorite spot. I do miss the good food you always get." She sighed, knowing this would be a fight but she was prepared. She didn't want to push. "Good thing I'll let you pay. However, for dinner, I bought you a cigar. So we are even." Not that it was a game of who could best who but she liked to spoil him even if she could just a little. "Come. Take me out. Take me to dinner."

She moved around to the side that he was sitting down on, fingers grazing over the paperwork that was sitting on his desk. She wanted to read into more of it, help him out in some way but instead, she simply sighed, turning his chair as much as she could towards her.

"Come get dinner with me. Then we can come back, you'll finish whatever paperwork and then you can walk me home." She smiled, at least as sweet as she could before she turned and walked towards the door, hoping he would follow.

"I'll even let you pick out where we go to dinner tonight. My treat." Though some how she knew he would pay, even if she was hoping he wouldn't attempt or try.

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He watched her, eyes blazing for a moment, he moved as if he was going to lean down to her instead he paused. Finger's once more curling upon themselves before he offered her a breezy smile. Though he did not feel so settled on the inside. His body was raging and wanting her closer.

He told his brain to calm down.

"I don't know I can't think of anything else." He looked away, glancing about before he started to make his way past her. "Unless there is something you think I need?" His hand moved, tailing along her arm before he dropped it, as if she had burned him. Only a little did she.

He loved having her close, his fingers itching to reach out and grasp a piece of her hair, to twist it in his fingers and enjoy the silken gold of it. Instead, he hummed, leaning his head this way and that before giving a little nod.

"Both sound good. Though we should get some fresh berries if we plan to do tarts." And by we, he figured that she would pick out whatever fruit she was thinking. He moved to grasp his keys, then frowned a little. If he drove himself then everyone would freak out, if he walked he could pretend that he simply forgot to let anyone know.

"The meeting is on the phone so you don't have to worry about it. Or you being loud. We can walk I think we have enough time." He glanced at his watch. Plenty of time.

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Vi leaned her head to the side, looking at the one in front of her. She smelled familiar in the way that meant home. So Vi walked right up to her and licked her hand before rubbing up against her. A soft little yip told the pretty woman she was listening and understanding.

Does she look like a dog? No but she is going to sit here and pretend to be one with out a collar and everything hoping someone comes up and takes her home. She wants to snuggle.

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Her sister, she couldn't say no? Katia grabbed her sister's hand. Fingers lacing together as she snuggled back into the other. The TV droned on about something or another, relationships or some fake world. She didn't know and she was only half paying attention really. Shrugging she leaned her head against Loni's shoulder with a gentle sigh. "I don't know it was on when I turned on the TV and never changed it. I think someone died but I wasn't really watching it. Wanna watch something else?"

"I mean you can do that, I love spending time with you, but you mostly don't do it unless he pisses you off." Katia simply allows her best friend to do so. She wasn't going to deny entry or anything. She enjoyed having the other around. Like a missing piece of her was finally coming back home. "Yeah yeah, come eat my food breathe my air." She teased before climbing back onto the couch where she had vacated before Loni came over.

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He watched it. The flash of want and need before it was gone. Before it was nothing else but a simple nothing in his eyes. However, the words made Dacian relax, melt into the seat he was in, the cold pressing against his back as if the angel of death was behind him and Dacian was keeping him away by sheer force of will from his lover.

"Maybe it is both of us together that keeps the other alive." He stated it simply as if it was something he would do. Instead, he doesn't respond he wraps the other in his arms and places soft kisses against his forehead, shoulder, and cheeks. He wanted to infuse himself into the other and to do that he might actually win for once, win to be able to keep his lover with him.

"I want you to stay with me forever, can you?" He knew he couldn't ask that, not right now but he still did he wouldn't beg but he would attempt to, if he didn't try, he fell as though he might die.

He wants to laugh, but he also wants to figure out a way to keep the other here, tethered to him as if he could sew his own soul upon the other's making sure that his lover couldn't stray too far from him for the rest of their days together. Instead, he looks away, down at the pieces of paper littering the floor around him, half-drawn forms of the other as he takes an inhale of the cigarette in his hands. "Always with you. Some days I worry to wake and not have you by my side. As if you're the only thing keeping me breathing." The softness of truth rang between them before he simply glanced up a half smile playing at his lips. "If I could I would sew our souls together so I could never be without you and you couldn't be too far without me either." As if it would change their dynamic, he didn't care about stating something like that. Honestly he just wanted the other to stay by his side. Always.

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He felt at peace finally his body almost sagging into the feeling of his mate wrapped around him. His back arched slightly at the feeling of fingers, teeth, fangs, nipping the skin of Eason's neck before he gave a soft little growl against the skin. "I crave you more, the depth of my craving is big and long." Cheeky he was meaning both what was in his pants and how he felt for Eason.

"Both." Came the rumble, his fangs grazing skin and then he gave a soft breath of a chuff against the skin. His tongue licked out, savoring the flavor before he snuggled his face deeper, hands grasping at hips to twist them a little guiding his lover to sit upon his lap. "I want to feel you right now. I want to be inside you." He grumbled. Though he knew he was being sulky for a moment.

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-blows dust off this thing- wow sure is dusty in here.

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Lilura Radenovic Wardrobe

Skirts, dresses, heels and pant suits. Lilura keeps her wardrobe business appropriate seeing as she deals with employee’s all day long and people. She enjoys dressing up though sometimes after a long day, she just takes her shoes off and walks around barefoot for giggles when she knows no one else is around. Though her makeup always does match her outfit.