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Meet the Radenovic Family!

Zoran Radenovic - Oldest

Zoran is the tired older sibling. Having to keep the other's in line he's EXHAUSTED. He can and will kill someone for a minor infraction over testing him and his ability to protect his siblings. The Radenovic dynasty is a large one in terms of Fae lineage they run The House of Solar and Dawn or Court of Solar. Miroslav has had to work with them on occasion and she likes them. Zoran killed his father once he found out his father allowed someone to take Lilura to the human world, and place her in a wolf pack as a changing. The wolf child died and Zoran was convinced so was his sister. Until he killed his father and realized all the secrets that were hidden.

Valon Radenovic - Second Oldest.

Valon is reckless and always has been. That is how he got the scars covering his eyes, they come from an animal that he had attempted to kill as he wanted to be the first person to actually kill said animal. Often times he wears a cloth over his eyes to keep himself from squinting and further moving the venom throughout his body. One day the venom will kill him if he can't figure out how to get it out of his system. Often times he can sleep for days or his eyesight goes in and out. However, he still can hurt someone if they threaten his family. He's a fuck you and fuck around vibes.

Lilura Radenovic - Third Oldest Sibling

Taken from her family at birth to be a changing to a wolf pup who was dying. She had a hard life assuming she was the only of her kind. Her pointed ears and some magic allow her to see things that normally she wouldn't be able too. Zoran contacted her stating she was part of the family and when she didn't reply, Zoran showed up at her business and basically declared it for their family thus now she can't get rid of them.

Domen Radenovic - Middle ish Sibling

Domen and Novo are attached at the hip, where one is the other follows. Best described as a goof ball he and Novo often times do tests of strength together. Domen does not have pointed ears, though he does have the long K9's of the fae, his features change depending on the season. Meaning he is another changing, though no one told him this. Sometimes he has two points on his ears, other times he has none. Two points make his ears more sensitive and none does not. They react to an almost breeding season. Which is funny because both Novo and Domen BLUSH if anyone pretty talks to them.

Novo Radenovic - Youngest Sibling

Novo is the youngest sibling. His ears are extra long and extra sensitive. Though he seems like a beefcake he is very smart and doesn't show it, which annoys his siblings because he should know better than that. Novo and Domen are joined at the hip and spend every waking moment together. They often times share things. Though neither really has said anything about it, Novo can tell Domen isn't his real brother which is another reason why he feels comfortable with Domen, especially since they seem to be so much alike he doesn't feel like an outcast at all.

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The chidren wanna make chaos and I’m just like, can we have a day of soft maybe?

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            ❝  i've brought desserts from that new place next to my shop  ,  ❞  penelope says  ,  ❝  so put on a pot of tea  ,  we're about to do a critique  ,  ❞  she grins  ,  shuffling her way into eva's bookstore  ,  ❝  i got a selection of things this time  ,  man  ,  the line up is no joke  ,  ❞  she continues  ,  setting the dessert box gingerly down on the table before taking off her purse and peeling off her jacket  .  sinking into the seat  ,  she rubs her hands together to help regather some warmth to her freezing digits  ,  ❝  but  !!  worth it . . . i think you'll like all of them  ,  ❞  she hums  ,  moving to pry open the box that contained their treats  .

Cleaning up the shop was always easy, Eva just let the books lay around and she might go through them at a different time but for now, she was going to leave them because her best friend was here and she wasn't going to waste a second of her time.

She moved, flipping the heat up so her friend could get warmer faster, and then she moved to grab a blanket or two to set across the lap of Penny. She was excited when she showed up and brought food, or drinks or something of the like. It was always like she was getting a reset, start over.

"I heard it was crazy! Lines around the block. Apparently, there was some sort of celebrity citing as well. Though I don't keep up well enough to know who exactly." Eva moved, plopping a new book down next to the pastries before she herself sat down, ready to open up the box and dive into it.

"Though I am very excited to try them all, if they are better than the last place then I think we will be in good hands." The last one was bad but there were a couple redeeming pastries or two. "I'll have to bring you to Marcus's place, they make amazing pastries. I think you will like them." Honestly, she wasn't sure how Penny would do so she hadn't invited her over but now she is thinking Penny might like to meet Marcus and even might find someone as well. Though she wasn't going to push.

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"Flower as pretty as your hair." He spoke soft, holding it out to them.

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Nothing is wrong now that he has her in his arms. He craves her like his body craves air. He would live off of the breath she could give him and the liquid from her body if he so chose. Instead, he knows that to be there for her he must do things like eat and such.

"No I just need to be as close to you as I can. I'd live off of whatever you could give me. Live off of the deliciousness between your thighs." He wasn't teasing but it probably came out that way. His finger gently teased over her pulse before slowing down now that he felt her starting to fall into sleep. He didn't want to wake her.

Shivers snake down her spine as he traces her neck. Involuntarily her body folds, curling up a little more against him. It is unlikely she will be awake by the time he is satiated, but that is okay. Again she fidgets, though this time her body attempts to inch closer into him. Does not matter that they are right next to one another.

Her breathing deepens, her heart beat slows-- she fights off the urge to drift off. ❝ Are you okay? ❞ He doesn't seem upset, but she would rather be sure than not. ❝ Is something on your mind? ❞ She'd force herself to stay awake if he needed her, any and every time.

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At his smile, she feels her own, her body gently kneeling in front of him. Her fingers come to cup his cheek, gentle and warm with a soft little tsking sound as she does so. Her life and his always seemed to dance around each other, but she needed him, tired of fighting not wanting to be around him.

"You're cold." She brushes off the compliment, thumb gently tracing his cheek before moving up to rub under the circles under his eyes. "Let's not have you sit out here. You'll get sick you know." She offers him a smile, holding her hand now between them as she stops touching him. She wasn't sure what to do, sometimes afraid to touch and other times she couldn't help herself.

Life doesn't stop, it never slows-- hell, sometimes it feels like the world is speeding towards the end a little faster everyday. He didn't want to leave her, didn't mean to abandon her, but time seemed to force them apart. Every once in awhile he still lingers near the pack house, hoping to catch her even if it is just for a moment.

He sits on the front steps, his head hung down with his eyes closed. He is tired, ready to fall asleep right here on the cold stone steps-- the sudden touch makes him jolt, his back straightened as he quickly stands. ❝ Hi... ❞ Should he be mad? Should she be mad? Doesn't matter now when he's grinning like an idiot at her. ❝ You look good. ❞

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"You can't stay here for the night. You gotta go home." Closing the club down was always the hardest part. Sometimes people just wanted to stay when he wanted to get people out of his club.

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He's going to be annoyed for a while. Damn his father for always attempting to set him up.

His father is just happy as a clam to show off his son.

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His fingers gently stroke along her neck, feeling her pulse before he heaves a heavy sigh. Not that he wants her to move, he doesn't but he won't let her, not until he is ready. Thus the nature of their relationship. Not until he's ready. Never mind her, he knows she's always ready.

"Not yet." It's mumbled into her hair, fingers stroking before gently touching her pulse stroking it over her skin feeling it in his bones. "I want to stay like this a while." She'll be able to roll over, maybe in an hour or two.

❝ So demanding... ❞ Her voice is low yet the teasing quality is not lost even as the sleep lulls her closer-- She shifts once more, looking over her shoulder towards him. ❝ I want to turn towards you, please. ❞ She wants to bury her face in his chest, cradled completely in his arms.

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Her finger's touched his shoulder, gently plucking at the material before she moved to the side so he could see her. She fiddled slightly, her hair long, longer than the last time he saw her but still, she couldn't stay away from him if she tried.

"Hi James."

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He curled himself around her, pulling her body closer to his own with a light growl. "Don't fucking move." It was mumbled into her shoulder, his hand lightly caressing her throat as if he wanted to crawl inside of her and stay there. He did.

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Either you see me consistently or I am here and then gone for weeks and pop up like a ghost.

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"Purse your lips, make them look pouty when you do." Damian waved his hand in the air, huffing a little bit as he did so. The other was being annoyingly sassy and Damian had a feeling he wanted to pull him love this lap and smack his ass, but he didn't voice it. Though he had the power to do so.

"Your precious career will be fine. Nothing will go up in flames, this is giving my guys a chance to make sure that the real problem doesn't cover their tracks, and if they do. They will be handled." He stood, moving over to the door, his stride was sure and a possessive hint of making sure no one was going to get passed him toward his client.

Knuckles rapped on the door twice, before he sighed and stepped back waiting for the door to swing open. Which it did a second later to some officer glaring at Damian. The smug smile on his face blossomed, his stance now lazy almost like he knew he won.

"Well, all be officer. So good to see you again. Say I have a plane leaving in 20. Let us just cut the shit. You got a call from your higher-ups telling you, you fucked up. So let my client out of here and I do not have to sue the shit out of you people for fucking up and putting my client in a dangerous situation." He paused for good measure, looking at Alex, willing him to not say shit, and look give a slight nod.

"You almost killed a fellow officer. Shame on you. I should and could sue the shit out of you but I am being nice. Fuck if I know why I am in a good mood but you get that goodness now since I do not want to sue the shit out of this fucked up station or you." He moved, walking over to Alex, his gloved hand was placed on the back of Alex's neck, possession dripping from the grip.

"Now, say we can leave so I know you will not do something stupid like sue me for taking him out of here because I am going to." Damian was pretty sure the meathead was going to nod but he was still gripping onto Alex's neck to make sure he didn't move or do anything stupid not without Damian's permission especially at the moment he was pretty sure they were going to get out of here without having too much of an issue. He'd hate to shoot up this place.

Alex’s jaw tightened as Damian leaned in, the sudden closeness making his pulse hitch—not out of fear, but something he didn’t quite want to name. The lawyer’s arrogance was practically dripping off him, and the words—sit there and look pretty—lingered a little too long in Alex’s ears.

“Sit here and look pretty?” Alex repeated, his voice faltering just slightly before he caught himself. He blinked, leaning back to put a little space between them, crossing his arms in a poor attempt to look unfazed. “Right. I’ll make sure to strike a pose while you work your magic.” Despite his words, the slight heat crawling up the back of his neck betrayed him. He exhaled slowly, pushing past it as his tone softened, steadying himself.

“Look..” he said, his voice quieter now, more controlled. “You’re the one with the plan, fine. I’ll follow your lead. But don’t expect me to sit here like some damn decoration while my career goes up in flames.” Alex leaned back, his shoulders finally easing, though his eyes stayed sharp. “Whatever stunt you’re about to pull, just do it. Fast. Because the longer we sit here, the more time the real problem gets to cover their tracks.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, muttering under his breath, “And for the record, I don’t make a habit of being called pretty. ” The words came out quieter than he meant, almost like an afterthought, but he didn’t take them back. Instead, he sat back in his chair and waited—still flustered but trying his best to look like he wasn’t.

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He was nervous, he always was but his nervousness tended to leach out into the way he acted. He wasn't looking at the other but he was moving around, pacing, as other's had called it, though he knew he should call it something else but that was a mystery to him.

He lived too long to get nervous like this but he was in fact that way.

"Do you believe in werewolves?" The question while random was just Zdenko's way of picking the other's brain. They had been friends for long enough, maybe it was time to tell. Then again if his son ever heard he was spilling the beans it would probably cause an issue. So he didn't.

Still, he placed a glass on the counter, not looking at his friend and just pouring a glass of wine. Was it 10AM sure, but it didn't matter he was drinking.

"Not in the like sense of fairy tales, or maybe, I don't know. Can you believe there are other creatures like that in the world?" Picking his brain indeed. Though for some reason, Zdenko felt like he was all but outing himself without actually doing it. No wonder the pack and everyone involved didn't get close to people often. How was one to tell someone else they have lived for hundreds of years without seeming like a crazy person.

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He sometimes tried to stand out, and other times, other times he decided that standing out wasn't the best. This time he couldn't really help it, fingers played with the messenger bag crossed over his body as he walked into the building. The black suit and glasses didn't help his image, but he was in the middle of work, so Casey was just going to have to forgive him.

He waved at the front desk person, sliding his way into the building to go up to Casey's office, he was quick with it. Fingers gripping and ungripping the strap as if he wanted to make sure the precious cargo he had stored in it was in there and other times not wanting to keep it so close to his body because he didn't want to crush anything.

"Casey? Your husband is here!" He was teasing yes but yelling it down the hall, Casey was most likely going to give him hell for it and he didn't care. One hand slid into his pants pocket, nervous as can be and the other was lightly moving the messenger bag, to hide more behind him than anything else.

"Casey, where are you? Don't hide I promise I forgot to say I love you this morning wasn't my fault, I was sleepy!" Once again, he was calling attention to himself, but only to figure out where his best friend was.

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