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[kiki-wiccan]

Despite the stressful ordeals as of late, the vampire king felt a sense of ease as he overheard the wiccan’s excitement. Observing her twirl within his peripheral vision, the side of his mouth twitched into a small moment for but a moment.

          He raised a brow as Kiki filled her glass to the brim. Even though Kiki was a grown woman and capable of choice, despite her recent trauma the vampire didn’t think it to be wise for her to indulge in excess alcohol. He could both love Kiki whilst noticing some flaws; but given their clearly defined romantic relationship perhaps they could both better one another--or so that’s what Stanislav had heard from Garridan thousands of times.

          “Yes, it is classified.” Stanislav answered. While he valued being honest with the wiccan, he also regarded his political integrity with caution. The LSA meetings had been discussing the cryptic lurking within the woods, that the human could possibly gather, but the vampire king wouldn’t further comment. 

Resting his palms on the polished marble counter top, he silently watched the wiccan take a bite. Even though they hadn’t addressed the meaning of the cake, he had noticed the visible grin and that was more than enough satisfaction. A warm burst of embarrassment flooded his body, though this had stemmed from Kiki’s own emotions; seeing as they were now bonded. 

       “As I’ve heard. You’ve made yourself at home here, and that is all I could ever ask for.” Stanislav spoke calmly. His hues averted to the cake, finding himself somewhat puzzled by her suggestion. While the vampire had danced with numerous women and men before; the idea of doing so with someone romantically was...unusual, yet peaked his intrigue. “Noted.”

  His subtle expression of concern was met with some reassurance from Kiki; though Stanislav attuned to their emotional connection. It seemed she wasn’t exactly lying, and neither was she telling the truth. Understandably so, seeing as his lover had been both paranoid and mourning. As much as he longed to help her, there was nothing of which he could do--and it frustrated the vampire king. He wouldn’t voice this aloud, though. 

          “I see. Well, in that case I suppose I couldn’t argue with that.” Removing his hands from the island, Stanislav rest his hands on his hips, seeming to be in thought. “Pardon me. I ought to change out of this suit...preferably shower as well.” The vampire let out an exhale from his nose, looking to Kiki. “Would you excuse me for a moment?”

             Regardless of Kiki’s response, Stanislav made his way out of the main area and down the hall into his bedroom, closing the door to his bathroom and stripping down. As much as he would have liked to take a moment to decompress, he knew that it’d be better to push aside his own stress and exhaustion for the sake of Kiki. After rinsing himself off, Stanislav stepped out of the shower and put on a white undershirt and monochrome pajama bottoms--the most casual outfit the elder vampire would ever be seen in.

           Making his way out into the kitchen, he looked to the wiccan. “Apologies...anyhow, did you enjoy the cake?”

It was no surprise that the vampire was tight lipped about his LSA meeting. She could put together that it was likely about the creature in the woods and about how to handle it. Nothing that specifically concerned her at that time, she had too many other things on her mind.

A blush coming to her cheeks as he mentions her making herself at home. She wouldn’t deny that it was enjoyable living with the king. Despite the reasoning and the traumas that she was facing, she found herself easily feeling at home. Peeking up from her cake to see his response about them dancing. His usual ‘noted’ comment made her smile, hopefully this meant they could dance with eachother sometime.

“It seems you live in suits...good thing you look so good in them” She joked even though she’d seen him with a tank top when they slept and once in a T-shirt at Garridans. Giving a nod as he dismisses himself to go shower, silence filling the apartment. As she continued eating she couldn’t help but let her mind wander. Her thoughts channeling through several topics until it settled on one. A topic that she tried her hardest to push out of her mind, one that made her feel like an awful person for even thinking such things. Revenge it was a topic that had nagged at her being since the fire. Elidi seemed to only further plant the idea in her mind. The sick feeling of contentment that came with thoughts of making her professor suffer, taking his life. Her blue eyes staring at the bottle of alcohol ‘you could just drink the thoughts away....’ the normal method of coping for the wiccan. Her hand reached out for the bottle but stopped midway as Stans past words echoed in her mind. It was a cop out, it wasn’t healthy and she couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing her vampire.

Sighing softly she stared at her half empty glass, allowing her mind to drift off yet again. Was she even capable of doing such a thing? Whenever she tried thinking of just letting it go and moving on the images of that night would flood her mind. He was going to get away with murder, with stealing the two most precious people in her life. Not even noticing that tears had begun streaming down her face. She was snapped out of her thoughts hearing Stans voice, breaking her from her daze. “Stan....” she turned around to see the vampire. To her surprise he was dressed completely casual, a sight she’d had yet to see. Feeling something wet on her cheek she reached up and furrowed her brows. Had she been crying? Quickly reaching up she wiped her eyes and put a smile on her face. “You look....really good....” she eyed the vampire up and down, when she thought he couldn’t get any more attractive.