#( && * conversations with | zaiden. )

[ocs-rainbows-and-stuff]

Character Bio: Malcolm

Full Name: Malcolm Allen Landers

Nickname(s): Malcolm in the Middle (by Cynthia)

Age: 16

Date of Birth: January 1, 2020

Residence: Salem, Oregon

Gender/Pronouns: Male, he/him

Sexuality: Gay

Health (disabilities, illnesses, conditions): Malcolm is diagnosed with ADHD, ASPD (Anti-Social Personality Disorder), and NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder).

Relationship: Taken (by Hayden)

Ethnicity: German (paternal family)/Portuguese and British (maternal family)

Languages Spoken: Fluent in English, is relatively conversational in German and Cantonese. Barely speaks Portuguese.

Accent: No discernable accent.

Personality Type: ESTP-A (Assertive Entrepreneur)

Likes: himself, photography, doing taxes, anything to do with business/finance

Dislikes: Cynthia, literature class, the IRS, his siblings

Best Friends: Markus, Hayden

Close Friends: Melanie, Zaiden, Kevin

Acquaintances: Cynthia, Georgia, Rhiannon

General Appearance: Malcolm usually wears "dressy" shirts, and khakis to go with it. He is known for wearing loafers without socks.

General Personality (positive and negative traits): Malcolm is not typically known for having many positive traits but is a big softie around his boyfriend.

Hobbies: photography, doing other people's taxes (they'll be a little wrong, but they'll be done), doing spreadsheets, and shopping.

Occupation: high school student

Strengths: effective communicator, really intelligent.

Weaknesses: easily manipulated/easily messed with, not able to keep many friendships.

Height: 6' (~182.88 cm)

Hair Color: Dirty blonde

Hairstyle: short hair styled into a comb over

Eye color: Green

Skin Tone: Light, warm toned

Favorite food: It's a tie between lobster thermidor, carbonara, and shrimp dip.

Favorite drink: It's a tie between cappuccinos, English Breakfast tea, flat white coffee, and imported water.

Favorite store: Dolce & Gabbana

Favorite weather: Beach weather

Favorite season: Summer

Favorite holiday: Easter Sunday

[officialleehadan]

Fine Steel

Hello darlings! Today's story was brought to you by Seth! Darling, thank you so much for your support! It means the world to me!

Prompt: Thief and Hero

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“No.”

Teikan blinked when Zaiden caught his sleeve. The elf didn’t look over at him, but he also didn’t let go.

“What? He asked, a little dumb, and then noticed the purse he had lifted, mostly by habit. It was heavy with gold. Lifted from someone who could spare it, almost unintentionally. “Oops.”

“Oops?” Zaiden repeated, bemused at him. Teikan glanced around quickly and managed to spot the person he had just lifted the bag from. “You really didn’t even notice you were pickpocketing? How many others have you lifted?”

“Only this one,” Teikan said distractedly after a quick check of his own pockets and trotted to catch up with the wealthy man he had stolen from. “Sir, you dropped this!”

The man turned and his face twisted through several emotions, but settled on gratitude when he checked the purse and discovered it was still full. Teikan returned to Zaiden’s side, and ducked his head as the elf raised a brow at him.

“It’s habit,” he said defensively when it became clear that Zaiden wasn’t going to let him out of the conversation. They knew he was a thief when he met them. Maybe it was just different actually seeing it. “I’ve been a thief for a long time. I’m trying.”

“I wasn’t judging. You don’t strike me as the malicious sort.”

“I’m not. I only steal from the ones who can spare it.”

“Honorable, and while I personally don’t find it bothersome, it’s a habit that will upset Bjorn.”

The warning was offered without any hint of censure or moral displeasure. It was simply a warning, and what Teikan did with that warning was his own business.

“I’m not sure I can stop,” he admitted, although he did shove his hands into his own pockets where they wouldn’t get into so much trouble. “It’s complicated. Sometimes a lifted purse was all that kept me alive. I’ve been doing better than that for a long time but…”

“But old habits die hard,” Zaiden said, steady and understanding. He patted Teikan’s shoulder and guided him towards the weapons-market. “Come, let’s find you an off-hand blade you like. We three, we walked through hell and came out alive. We will never want for money. Bjorn is from a culture that uses very little coin, and so stealing, in his world, is a very serious offense. Like you, I had a difficult life, and so my morals and his are not always in alignment.”

“You were on the streets?” Teikan hadn’t known. Zaiden didn’t show the little traits he was used to looking for to spot one of his own. Maybe it had just been long enough that they had faded for Zaiden. “Where?”

“Not the streets exactly,” Zaiden corrected him with just a hint of a shadow in his eyes. “I was a pleasure slave for the better part of a century. Peli got me out. We shared space for a while before we met Bjorn. We were both a fair bit feral at the time, and his steadiness helped settle us both.”

“Is that when you became… you?”

“Hah, no. That took longer,” Zaiden snickered and pulled Teikan over to a particularly expensive-looking stall that boasted a selection of fine blades. They were far more than anything Teikan could even dream of affording. “Come check these. We’re looking for a matched set in a weight you’re comfortable with.”

“I can’t afford these if I’m not… working.”

“I’m paying. Apprentices don’t buy their own tools.”

Teikan was not at all sure how to take that. He had never been an apprentice of anything. Thieves sometimes took students, but he had never been one. He certainly hadn’t ever had a respectable trade to call his own. To be called an apprentice now was…

Well, frankly, it was strange.

“It took us the better part of six years to figure ourselves out, and we spent most of that trying not to get killed,” Zaiden said as he checked over the blades and proffered set to Teikan. “Try these. I, of course, was not in my best mind after having been in my situation for so long. Bjorn had just lost almost all of his family to a raid, and Perili’s school was destroyed in an accident she thought she caused. Not the soundest base for a relationship.”

“But you managed?”

“Love, as it happens, is a tenacious climbing vine. Of course, a few near-deaths, a few heartbreaks, and a good deal of yelling preceded our current happiness.”

In a way, it was reassuring to hear that the triad’s happiness took time. Teikan thought of his own lover, trapped and waiting for the chance to escape. Locked away like a princess in a tale, and not the only heir of a warlord. Lethe spent his hours pretending to be the beautiful, brainless twit even as he worked to bring his father’s reign down from within.

Maybe he actually had a chance. Zaiden certainly seemed to think so.

“Guess well see if I’m good for the distance,” he said, and took the sword Zaiden proffered to him. It was strange to hold such a fine weapon, but by Zaiden’s expression, it wasn’t what he was looking for. “Not the one?”

“Not the one,” Zaiden confirmed and set the blades aside. “Come on. There are many more booths, and many more swords to try before we go back to the inn.”

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MASTERLIST

[skye-huntress]

RWBY Ice Queendom Reaction

Episode 12: “Best Day Ever”

I think this was a great way to end the show.

First off, the opening scene, with Ruby and Weiss both writing letters home about their time at Beacon, while the Bees are playing games and sharing books. And of course, Weiss mentions Ruby by name

That scene where Weiss scolds Blake for being so secretive and running off, it really needed to happen. As much as Weiss is sometimes prone to overreact, as I keep saying, she is someone you can go and talk to. She’s not even nearly as extreme or unreasonable as people might intentionally think, RWBY Vol 1 is just full of a lot of intentionally bad first impressions.

Weiss’ love language is making coffee for Ruby.

So I see that Shion Zaiden is talking about semblance evolution. It’s a part of the show that I find most fascinating, with how semblances can be tied to a person’s personality, and their personal growth.

Nightmares only target those with powerful auras and sensitive personalities. Sounds like this Grimm was created specifically to target exceptional Huntsmen. It’s also in a way proof of how much potential Weiss, Blake and Jaune have, which we’re already fully aware of, but it’s nice to see it acknowledged every now and again.

So we have Ozpin talking to Ruby. He’s clearly checking in to see how Ruby feels about being leader after overcoming her first trial in the role. Especially now, I know Ruby has never been fully confident in her leadership, but if it’s what her friends need from her, she’ll rise up to the challenge.

As for the Silver Eyes, I’m not surprised Ruby didn’t really notice, a lot was going on in very quick succession, so it’s hard to recall that one moment when things got very bright. I do wonder how much Ozpin actually knows about the Silver Eyes. He’s never actually talked about it directly with Ruby, and given she had to learn how to use them from Maria, I assume he doesn’t really know how they work. Of course, with him it’s hard to tell. There’s also the question of how much Summer understand and if she did, how much she shared with Ozpin since she apparently had kept secrets from him, too.

At the end of the day though, as important and useful power as the Silver Eyes are, Ruby’s real strength comes from fighting and working together with her friends. She could not have gotten as far as she did without all of their help, even Weiss ended up helping out more than expected even while she was under possession.

Now we have the conversation with Blake, which is similar to what we saw in Volume 2. I don’t know if I have much to say on this, it’s almost word for word what we’ve already seen before just with a different setting.

I see we weren’t quite done with the talks between Weiss and Blake, though this is more specifically about her connection to the White Fang, than her keeping secrets and hiding her problems from her friends.

It’s nice to see them both state their intentions clearly. Blake left the White Fang because they became too radical and violent but she still intends to fight for a better world, even if it is in a smaller way. And Weiss always intended to deal with the discriminatory and exploitive practices of the SDC. She obviously can’t yet, since she has no real power or influence yet, but that’s why she is at Beacon, and far away from her father’s, heck, from Atlas’ influence. She seeks to be the best version of herself so that when the time came she would be ready, and she knows the kinds of people she wants as allies when the time comes. Weiss more than most has a very strong sense of justice and responsibility, perhaps only matched by Blake’s.

Oh yeah, Sun’s still around. But no Penny! 😢 Back to missing her I guess. That feeling of emptiness in my chest is back, I thought I was already past it!

Everyone surprised at Weiss wanting to sit with a “Faunus boy” and she’s looking at them confused. Like I keep saying, she really wasn’t that bad. It’s just that Sun is very mischievous and tends to break the law in a very casual manner, and Blake is… Blake. They can all be very dramatic and extra at the worst of times. Also the best of times.

I also see we got some Arkos training, and even a bit of Renora. Also, yes Nora, Jaune is very weird.

Sisters, friends, *hesitates for a moment*, Weiss? I always felt they had a rather unique relationship that made it difficult to define. “Friend” is just too simple, and doesn’t do what they have justice.

You know what, after all she’s been through in this anime, there is just something so right about Weiss being the one to propose a food fight.

[thirdwoe]

                                              T H I R D W O E ;

@becomesdeath​  said  :  ‘  i  still  want  to  kiss  you.  ’

♰ ♰ ♰  so  much  had  transpired  between  them  in  the  time  he  was  gone  on  his  soul  -  searching  journey  through  the  french  countryside  ,  seeking  out  a  very  likely  long  lost  scrap  of  family  ,  and  so  many  things  had come  to  light  in  the  time  they’d  spent  apart.  he’d  been  too  ignorant  &  blind  to  see  the  proof  of  zaiden’s  own  unsaid  truth  in  his  actions  ---  hindsight  was  20/20  ---  but  oh  how  the  way  sinclair’s  foundation  was  shook  at  the  realization  that  he  couldn’t  sleep  without  him  there.  he  didn’t  remember  to  eat.  he’d  all  but  lost  the  ability  to  function  without  the  other’s  presence  nearby  ,  and  it  was  impossible  to  ignore  what  that  had  to  mean.  to  have  that  self  -  awareness  forced  upon  him  ,  for  him  to  be  pushed  head  first  into  the  reality  of  that  empty  ,  aching  PIT  beneath  his  sternum. . .

to  say  he’d  seen  the  light  sounded  awfully  cliche  ,  but  what  other  way  was  there  to  put  it  ?

his  return  to  the  states  was  always  part  of  the  plan  ---  but  now  he  had  oh  so  much  MORE  to  do.  zaiden  had  moved  on  &  in  with  someone  else  ,  and  fuck  all  if  he  was  just  going  to  stay  away  like  he  knew  he  should.

they’d  been  stuck  on  quite  a  few  patrols  together  now. . . and  sinclair  had  given  an  honest  effort  each  time  to  keep  the  conversation  professional  ;  but  here  the  two  of  them  were  ,  again  ---  he  knew  he  was  much  too  close  ,  but  he  only  wanted  to  get  CLOSER.  he  wouldn’t  push  so  if  it  was  anyone  else  ,  and  the  look  in  zaiden’s  eye  only  encouraged  him. . .

tone  was  low  &  full  of  honey  as  he  murmured  into  zaiden’s  ear  ,  ‘  you  still  can.  i  promise  i’m  not  what’s  stopping  you. . .  ’

[tcndrheart]

continued from x. | @becomesdeath​

                    The sound of gunshots echoed in the air as Damien let his gaze fall to the partially transformed beast lying dead in the alleyway. He wasn’t surprised by the skill that the other vampire had shown taking down the beast without any kind of hesitation. They had known each other for centuries now, the other vampire was more than prepared for whatever he might meet on the city streets. Damien had trained Zaiden himself, he knew that he had overreacted. No matter who he was up against, Zaiden could handle himself in any kind fight.

                   Damien forced himself to keep back as Zaiden’s annoyed gaze met his, shaking his head slightly as the other death dealer spoke. There was a sense of irony as Zaiden called upon the deity that had long ago forsaken the two of them. “Of course,” his voice was low offering the other death dealer a smile. “I was mistaken I believed I saw things going differently and I was just concerned for you.” He knew that his words would earn him another earful about how Zaiden didn’t need him to be concerned for him, that he’d lost that privilege a long time ago. 

                   “I’m surprised they were traveling alone, I had thought the pack was getting smarter than that.” He added in an effort to keep the conversation going, moving on from talk of feelings and the concern for Zaiden’s wellbeing that Damien still found himself worrying about.

[kscriba]

Chase: Kolton, Zaiden. You’re the last two remaining. Identical twins—no matter who I send home tonight, I’m worried that I’ll hurt the other person. The person going home tonight is...

Chase: Zaiden. Thank you for participating, but unfortunately, we never got the chance to really talk. Thanks to his speed, Kolton was able to have a conversation with me.

Zaiden: Thank you for the opportunity, Chase. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to get to know you, but I hope you give my twin a chance.

With friendship scores on the left, and romance on the right, Argus leads with a total of 78, but Dax has the highest romance score at 20. Cris and Zaiden were the only ones without any romance points, but Cris just managed to eke out the extra five friendship points he needed to pass this round. Sorry for the loss, Zaiden!

[becomesdeath]

𝚉𝙰𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽 & 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒   family   in   a   streak   of   crimson   bloodshed   is   only   underscored   by   the   jarring   loss   of   his   only   lover   soon   after   his   rebirth   as   an   immortal                  and   with   aleksander’s   deception   &   convoluted   web   of   lies   encasing   zaiden   in   a   suffocating   blanket   of   lies   and   half   -   truths   ,   zaiden’s   borderline   personality   disorder   has   only   ever   been   exacerbated.   the   pervasive   numbness   that   bleeds   through   him   is   something   he   has   never   bothered   to   contend   with   ;   after   all   ,   he   had   been   raised   &   nurtured   to   be   more   weapon   than   human   and   allowing   himself   to   feel   the   extreme   depth   of   emotion   that   often   accompanies   unlocking   the   deeply-compartmentalized   pain   &   rage   makes   him   feel   ready   to   splinter   &   break   at   any   moment.   

his   obsession   with   pleasing   aleksander   is   ,   as   many   with   bpd   experience   ,   a   response   to   the   severe   trauma   &   abandonment   that   has   riddled   his   life.   his   entire   emotional   existence   has   hinged   upon   the   king   he   serves   ,   for   his   idealizes   him   &   wants   nothing   more   than   to   please   him   and   show   the   king   exactly   what   he   is   capable   of.   any   praise   ,   any   semblance   of   pleasure   stemming   from   aleksander’s   lips   is   enough   to   send   zaiden   into   a   state   of   transient   euphoria   ---   and   oh   ,   how   even   the   slightest   alteration   in   his   leader’s   disposition   crushes   him   just   as   entirely   as   he   brings   him   joy.   the   roller   coaster   of   up   &   down   sensation   that   he   feels   is   what   is   used   by   aleksander   to   manipulate   him   the   most   easily   ---   for   zaiden’s   distressing   level   of   self-hatred   at   any   negative   word   he   may   utter   is   easily   utilized   to   puppeteer   the   death   dealer   to   his   whims.

zaiden   has   always   felt   irrevocably   damaged                  for   even   he   notices   the   nearly   polarizing   emotions   that   overcome   him   with   the   drop   of   a   hat.   he   often   feels   unstable   ,   unable   to   provide                  always   short   of   perfection   ,   but   never   able   to   reach   out   and   grasp   it   by   the   horns.   the   whiplash   of   his   volatile   emotions   forces   him   to   see   the   world   in   black   versus   white   ;   evil   versus   good   ,   pleasant   versus   loathsome.   while   he   rarely   dares   to   allow   his   fluctuating   perceptions   to   bleed   into   his   conversations   with   aleksander   ,   there   is   a   rage   that   lingers.   rage   at   feeling   as   if   he’s   unappreciated   ,   rage   at   feeling   as   if   he   will   never   be   what   aleksander   WANTS   him   to   become.   rage   that   looking   to   another   for   any   source   of   warmth   may   force   aleksander   to   shut   him   out   completely   ---   and   oh   ,   how   that   would   destroy   him.   

zaiden   has   never   been   permitted   to   cling   to   another                  not   simply   because   of   aleksander’s   decree   ,   but   also   because   of   the   hollowness   that   lurks   in   his   ribcage   ;   zaiden   is   no   fool.   he   knows   that   allowing   himself   to   depend   on   another   will   only   introduce   another   person   into   his   life   upon   whom   he   will   depend   on   for   his   own   emotional   validation.   it   pains   him   ,   makes   him   feel   𝑼𝑮𝑳𝒀   and   𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑺                  like   anyone   that   dares   to   touch   him   will   only   fall   victim   to   the   unhinged   maw   of   the   beast   within   him.   no   one   can   love   him   because   he   will   devour   them   ,   make   them   his   only   source   of   joy   or   pain   or   sadness   or   anger.   and   what   will   he   do   then   ?   what   will   he   do   when   they   grow   tired   of   the   weary   toy   soldier   with   all   of   his   scratches   &   dents   &   broken   parts   ?   the   perception   of   his   eventual   abandonment   ,   the   inevitable   loss   of   what   little   love   he   can   grasp   onto   with   his   bloodied   fingers   --   it   consumes   him.   

he   holds   others   at   arm’s   length   while   aleksander   strokes   his   hair   and   leans   close   to   whisper                  𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 , 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 & 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 … 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 , 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆 & 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍.

[scmpiiternal]

( & * | ZACHARIE. )

@angcldxst

      & * || IT WASN’T AS if Zaiden Hendricks was any stranger to sex. No, if anything, sex was the one thing the blue-eyed man could use like a weapon more than anything. Growing up in the heart of the Big Apple meant he was constantly surrounded by warm bodies and before he was even in highschool, Zaiden found himself tangled up with boys much too old for him. It was a bad habit, an addiction that he never quite grew out of--and even now, with an international corporation at his fingertips and his twin brother all but ruling it at his side, he couldn’t quite shake it.

        Zaiden was nothing if not a strategist--and when posed with executive decisions, his decisive attitude helped him scheme up whatever would work in his best interest. The shareholders, investors, and potential business partners were all an open book--lonely, needy older men with a craving. Old 50-somethings with dead-end marriages and three children were the easiest. They wanted a change, something to make them feel alive. They wanted to feel in control of their lives and they wanted a body to help with that. All it took was an accidental stray touch, a well-timed laugh and the implication of more--and the deal was made.

        His brother often told him that using sex to clinch a business deal wasn’t really necessary--but they both knew it made the entire ordeal easier. Especially if blackmail was involved. Fooling men already trapped in their midlife crisis into fucking him and using it as blackmail was all but second-nature. All it took was one phonecall, one promise to call their wife and tell them exactly what happened--and the deal was made then and there. He’d done this too many times to count--but there were always nights that were harder than others.

        For once, Zaiden didn’t even wait till the morning after to call up an Uber. The ungodly hour didn’t deter him from dragging himself into his ride, relaying the address to his Upper East Side penthouse before slumping into silence. He was tired, worn-out, and disgusted. His skin was still crawling and all he wanted was a hot shower. Everything seemed to move in slow motion--even the digital numbers in the elevator and the way the metal doors slid open. He knew it was well past 3 AM--no normal human being was supposed to be up at this hour--but that didn’t stop Zaiden from yanking off his tie and throwing it aside, blazer following suit, before making his way into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of whiskey. He had half a mind to gulp down the alcohol straight from the bottle, but he forced himself through the motions of finding the right glass from the cabinet and pour the amber liquid into it. He didn’t even register the sound of footsteps--not until the sound of his brother’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts, forcing his tired blue eyes to snap up and look at him.

        “You should be sleeping.”

[perpetuitys]

status: closed location: sinclair’s apartment for: @lethalfanged​

michel had enough of english for the night. he was done. fini. pack it up. there were just one too many obnoxious british tourists for his tastes and admittedly, he had to withhold the urge to kill a few of them. it didn’t help that there were too many other things on his mind that had been toying with his emotions all evening and it was becoming annoying. between meeting someone he accidentally created, memories from his early days and the recurring heartache of missing magdelena, he was very much looking forward to venting, several french profanities already resting at the tip of his tongue.

and as he knocked on the door and was met with the wrong face, said profanities slipped out. "putain.” he said under his breath, half chuckling to himself out of incredulity, not believing his luck. the tides are definitely not on his side tonight. “where is clair?” he asked, straight to the point, french accent prominent. hoping to keep things brief, he really didn’t want to find himself in any sort of conversation with zaiden for a multitude of reasons. one of the biggest being that he wasn’t in the mood to walk on eggshells. nope, not tonight.

[kingspavvn]

* 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐞 / @hcretic​ !

❝  𝑰’𝑽𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑨 𝑭𝑨𝑵  of  crowds.  ❞  he  isn’t  entirely  sure  why  he  decided  to  speak  at  all  --  but  as  the  words  slip  past  his  lips  in  spite  of  himself  ,  the  dark-haired  vampire  can’t  help  the  way  his  gaze  falters  to  glance  over  the  other  ;  dane  ,  in  all  of  his  heresy  ,  isn’t  his  enemy  this  week.  sneered  insults  &  snide  remarks  hardly  come  to  mind  tonight  --  not  when  the  throng  of  mortals  fanning  around  them  seem  to  bubble  with  pleasant  laughter  and  amused  conversation.  no  --  he’s  never  particularly  liked  crowds  ,  but  perhaps  he  can  stomach  the  discomfort  tonight.  finally  ,  he  raises  a  brow  and  twists  one  of  the  thick  silver  rings  wrapped  around  tattooed  fingers  almost  absently.  ❝  but  i  saw  a  booth  with  lots  of  meat  ,  if  you’re  hungry.  i  brought  a  vial  with  me.  ❞  since  when  has  zaiden  been  so  friendly  ?

[safehavens-archive]

tag drop pt 2 im too lazy to use tag replacer so y’all are just gonna have to deal with the awkward & empty new tags lmao

[sensitive-simmer]

Cleo: “I’ve been seeing you and Zaiden spending a good amount of time with each other at the dorms and around campus, what’s up between you guys?”

Ophelia: *smiles shyly* “Nothing really, we are just friends, I do think he’s a great sim though.”

Star: *listens to the conversation silently with a slight scowl tugging at the corners of her mouth*

[tcmbstoned]

@dcstructivcs | ZAIDEN.

        A HINT OF A smile lands on the artist’s lips as Zaiden walks away from him, head tilting to the side. It was still a surprise, a shock that landed deep in his bones that the other man had even looked at him twice. But when one asks another to DIE and that person refuses to do the deed... you ended up attached at the hip. The both of them are in a museum, a big one in the middle of Manhattan that he’d gone to often when he was on his own... but this time it’s different. He sees things in a new way now.  ❝ It should be just up ahead. ❞ A date. Although they had not particularly called it that, not outright at least. Matthew knew, and the assassin knew as well. It was why they stood so close as they wandered the halls, WHISPERED in each other’s ears instead of allowing strangers into their conversations by talking out loud... the signs were there.

        ❝ It’s not my best work... ❞ The crowd parts, and a piece he’d done a few years back sits on the wall in front of them. Matthew BREAKS the space between them, pulling up next to the taller. Blue eyes meet blue. A little sheepish now.  ❝ We really didn’t have to come see it. I’m more than happy with the Monet. ❞ He leans up, presses a soft kiss to Zaiden’s cheek, and whispers his next words.  ❝ Thank you for this. ❞ 

[tcndrheart]

starter for : @becomesdeath​

                    He was late.

                    The room was alive with conversations and activity but the tension between the two men sitting at the bar was thick enough to cut with a knife. They were obviously sitting together, but neither one was making any kind of effort to speak with the other. 

                    Zacharie knew that this hadn’t been one of his more brilliant ideas, and working with Sinclair Portier had come with its own set of challenges. The biggest one had been the much more frequent contact with Zaiden. At one time the idea of spending more time with his brother would have made him happy honestly, but with each run in Zacharie found that he and Zaiden had more than just grown apart over the past few centuries. There wasn’t a lot of the brother he had known left except for the fact that they still looked identical. 

                   “Has he texted you yet? It’s not like him to be this late.” Zacharie mumbled as the bartender brought him another refill, he hadn’t bothered to keep count of the number of drinks he’d had already tonight but he believed this was his third. “I mean usually when he’s late, I can just blame you but you’re here so...” He trailed off with a shrug and a glance in Zaiden’s direction as he raised the fresh glass to his lips, waiting for his brother to respond.

[scmpiiternal]

( & * | illyssa. )

@angcldxst

     & * || DRAMA NEVER SEEMED to be in deficit on the Upper East Side–a truth that Zaiden Hendricks had all but GROWN UP with. Secrets and scandal were rampant throughout Manhattan… and with Gossip Girl lurking in every corner, every crevice, keeping stock with watchful eyes, there was no doubt that being sucked into the whirlwind of issues was INEVITABLE. In fact, the blue-eyed young man had been watching, himself, gauging with a m e t i c u l o u s gaze as his twin brother dug his own GRAVE and subsequently was forced to LIE in it; cheating on ILLYSSA GIORDANO was a dumb move to begin with. Cheating on her with her b e s t f r i e n d was suicide. A fact that Zaiden would murmur with the arrogant EASE of a spectator with a smirk gracing his LIPS and a glass of Scotch grasped FIRMLY in his hand. He had expected it, in all truthfulness; he awaited with BATEDbreath for the culmination of Zacharie’s blunders to come to a head with a sense of sadisticGLEE.

       What he HADN’T expected was the way his heart twinged ever so slightly in his chest when he saw h e r.

       The annual debutante gala was a marvelous occasion–bathed in rose gold, dipped in champagne, and showered with the crystalline lights shed from chandeliers hanging from arched ceilings. With his FINEST suit fitted to his body perfectly and a young, playful thing on his arm, Zaiden hadn’t expected to feel anything LESS than p e r f e c t i o n. But as the night wore on, the dark-haired young man couldn’t help but feel… OFF. It wasn’t until cool blue eyes rested on H E R. Alone, at the debutante ball. It was a spectacle, an anomaly, something out of the ordinary–and most DEFINITELY because of the drama that had unfolded. All it took was a polite smile and a well-timed ‘excuse me’ for Zaiden to dismiss himself from his date ( she was dreadfully dull, anyway ) before weaving his way through theCROWDS to find her.

      “Illyssa Giordano, alone ? How strange.” His drawl was SLOW and laced with the sort ofc o n f i d e n c e that was all but TRADEMARKED for the Hendricks. “Don’t tell me there weren’t at LEAST ten boys hounding your penthouse for a SHOT at being your date tonight.”