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His voice broke the silence and Thalia let out an almost disgruntled hum, brow furrowing as she considered the two simple words. Was she good? No. She very much was not. In fact all she wanted was to be far away from Matthew. Being so close to him and yet undesired by him was much less bearable than being alone, and suddenly she was desperate to leave, a burning desire to flee filling her up so quickly that she felt almost overwhelmed. “No. I’m not,” she muttered, the answer quick and short.

The last thing she wanted to do was to sit there with him and play something, to be in his presence in some fake sort of situationship. If she couldn’t have him how she wanted him then she didn’t want him at all. “I- sorry, I need to go,” she mumbled, pulling herself up and out of her own bed, running a hand through her curls as she looked around confused for her clothes. It was her own apartment and yet she was the one leaving, an indication of just how tense she felt, how uncomfortable it all was. She began to pull things on haphazardly, avoiding his eyes as she stumbled towards her door. “I- you can let yourself out yeah? Door self-locks. See you round Matthew,” she murmured, casting a quick, embarrassed glance in his direction before taking off through the apartment and out the front door, breaking into a run as soon as it was closed behind her.

Where was she going? She had no idea. But she needed to get far away from him, and fast. 

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The laughter that Thalia’s description had elicited from the siren actually kind of surprised her - perhaps her habits and the way she tended to treat relationships was more obvious to those around her than she realised. She supposed she took Amy a little bit for granted at times - in fact, this was the first moment she had ever considered that perhaps Amy might be more invested in this than just them being friends with benefits. As quickly as Thalia thought that though, she considered further that Amy was not one to beat around the bush. If there were feelings there on her side, or if this relationship was becoming unsustainable for the siren, then Thalia was sure she would know about it. But perhaps, just perhaps, there could be more between them. If only Thalia wasn’t afraid. 

Thalia nodded slowly at Amy’s firm instruction, but the words sounded hollow to her. Of course she knew she needed to use words. What she really wanted to ask was, how does one pluck up the courage to put themselves in a position where they might get hurt? Where is the real proof that a chance at love would be worth the pain in the event she was rejected? These were questions she considered often, and to date she had yet to receive a satisfactory answer. “Yeah…yeah. I am. I- I just don’t know if I can keep on going like this. As much as I want to. Fuck- Jean-Claude always told me not to get involved with a human…” she sighed softly, shaking her head. 

“Yeah, I suppose it didn’t. I don’t really know much about supernaturals y’know. I think I should know more, being one and all… Maybe- maybe you and I should just go away for a bit. To somewhere tropical. Just swim and rest and read and drink and… y’know. Make each other feel good,” she grinned teasingly, watching as the siren prepared to slip into the pool. 

Amy released a delightful little chuckle at Thalia’s brief summary of how she was when it came to relationships. There sure was fire under that smoke. As simply as the vampiress had put it, Amy could not deny that she’d also noticed it to be accurate. Perhaps that was why the two of them got along well enough. Amy did not depend on anyone’s attention and should Thalia ever decide to flee the scene, Amy would not burden her with guilt over it. Although the vampiress was unique and definitely one of a kind, Amy had no issue replacing her if she forced her to. After all, to each their own happiness. Who was Amy to stand in the way of anyone’s.

However, when Thalia did dip into childhood memories for some accidental reflection on why she was feeling the way she did now then abruptly stopped herself, this also stopped making the conversation a little bit funny to Amy too. Seemed like maybe Thalia had caught a thread there that may make everything unravel but decided to let go because unraveling things was scary. Amy’s lips parted open, forming a little ‘oh’ without sound actually leaving them before she went ahead to speak. “With words. And awareness of the potential that he may decline because current dynamics between you suits him more.” She advised bluntly, logic over emotions, unaware that her way may be grating to someone who was trying to be emotionally open in the conversation.

That was when she’d noticed the beginning of tears and, even with how detached Amy could get, this was a smack-in-the-face sort of a sign that even Amy could read at least partially right. “Oh darling… You are quite serious about this, aren’t you?” She stopped where she stood, turning fully to Thalia to have a better view of her face and read the cues her expressions might give her. She nodded along, concern and sympathy painted all over her face as Thalia expressed her frustration with the mist, then her approval of the drink Amy made, a thing Amy simply waved humbly at with a giggle, then Thalia’s surprise about the random siren trivia she had shared. Those things seemed easier to discuss so maybe Amy should stick to them. She hated seeing her friend upset.

“Well, I mean, it never really came up.” She defended with a shrug of her bathrobe-clad shoulders. “I think everything can have a type or a… subcategory if there is a difference to be found. Unsure how it happened though. Hereditary? Reflective of character features? Climate? An activated dormant gene? Magic? I don’t know.” She moved further along, sipping on her margarita as they reached her backyard pool.

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Did she want to talk about it? She had to consider the question for a moment, her mind drifting back to the conversation she had had with Amy a few weeks earlier. Perhaps she should talk about it. But what was she to say? She couldn’t exactly admit that she had found out her sire was now in a relationship with a man she’d been sleeping with who she thought she may have feelings for, and had subsequently disappeared off to New York without a word for a week, feeding from and killing any human which stopped for long enough. No, some things she could not share. She was a monster  beneath her soft features and curly hair, and she would frighten her friend if she revealed her true self to him. “I think… it’s best not to. I’ll put you off your dinner,” she chuckled wryly, reaching across the table to gently pat his cheek. 

“Ah. Yes. The curfew. Fuckin hate it. It sucks for Jean-Claude-“ she began to say, but just speaking his name brought a bitter taste to her mouth. She was so used to referring to him casually - he was so close to her of course - but now their friendship seemed tainted by what he had decided to do. “It sucks for many vampires,” she said instead, fingers tapping anxiously on the surface of the table, wishing she had a drink or cigarette to occupy them. “Could you do more daytime stuff? I guess people are at work… surely the council is providing financial aid to business affected?” she asked, brow furrowing as she waited for his answer. She ordered a cosmo and then sat back, arms folded delicately across her chest as she let out a flattered giggle at his compliment. “If I didn’t know any better Mark, I’d think you were flirting with me,” she grinned, winking at him. 

Not often did Mark reach out to his friends, not because he didn’t care.  But he was the type out of sight out of mind kind of guy.  It wasn’t to hurt anyone’s feelings, but he tended to laser focus on work and his appearance in Opulence.  However, Thalia entered his mind and it was a thought he could not shake.  Thus, the reason he reached out to see if the two could delight in a lovely dinner.  Although, it did feel weird to request a vampire to join him for dinner given their preference for blood.  But at least, she could enjoy some cocktails if her heart desired.

When he arrived, the two greeted each other with a friendly kiss on the cheek before sitting down.  A brow lifted at her response.  “Do you want to talk about it?”  Mark was never one to push people, if they wanted to discuss things he would lend an ear.  If not, he would change the topic of conversation and move on.  Not his job to get people to open up, is what he figured.  “I have been well, just busy as usual.  This curfew is eating away at my profits at the club, which is frustrating,” he commented.  As someone who sat on the town council, he adamantly was against the curfew but could not convince enough people to take his side.  When the server came by, he greeted her politely and ordered a Manhattan before focusing his sights back to the vampire.  “I must say, you do look lovely this evening.  Don’t tell me you got all dressed up for me.”

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His voice broke the silence and Thalia let out an almost disgruntled hum, brow furrowing as she considered the two simple words. Was she good? No. She very much was not. In fact all she wanted was to be far away from Matthew. Being so close to him and yet undesired by him was much less bearable than being alone, and suddenly she was desperate to leave, a burning desire to flee filling her up so quickly that she felt almost overwhelmed. “No. I’m not,” she muttered, the answer quick and short.

The last thing she wanted to do was to sit there with him and play something, to be in his presence in some fake sort of situationship. If she couldn’t have him how she wanted him then she didn’t want him at all. “I- sorry, I need to go,” she mumbled, pulling herself up and out of her own bed, running a hand through her curls as she looked around confused for her clothes. It was her own apartment and yet she was the one leaving, an indication of just how tense she felt, how uncomfortable it all was. She began to pull things on haphazardly, avoiding his eyes as she stumbled towards her door. “I- you can let yourself out yeah? Door self-locks. See you round Matthew,” she murmured, casting a quick, embarrassed glance in his direction before taking off through the apartment and out the front door, breaking into a run as soon as it was closed behind her.

Where was she going? She had no idea. But she needed to get far away from him, and fast. 

Even though he was high, Matthew could sense that something shifted in the atmosphere between them. This was not what usually happened and even he knew it but he couldn't escape the feeling that it felt oddly wrong to sleep with her, or rather he just didn't want to because his desire was for someone else. He couldn't quite name it, maybe he was too scared to give it a name because making it real would make it real and that was terrifying, it was easier to manage when it was just an intangible maybe, an idea, a concept. An idea couldn't hurt him but reality could. This was days before he would find a very unique painted canvas in a charity shop and that feared concept would become tangible but the concept was strong enough at this point to make him pause instead of acting on impulse. He would not know whether or not this would prove to be helpful or detrimental for his future, couldn't see that far ahead.

It was a dumb ask, even he knew it, the moment the words left his mouth he regretted voicing it but they left anyway, "You good?" He didn't know how to be around her if they weren't sleeping together or feeding. It wasn't comfortable in the way it was when he was with Jean-Claude. He found himself missing that feeling, a slowly growing realization. "Maybe," grasping at straws, a suggestion based on that feeling of missing, an attempt to recreate it, "We could play a game? I have my Switch with me," in his bag left somewhere. Jean-Claude liked watching him play and playing with him.

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Spending a couple of weeks away in New York had done Thalia a world of good, or at least she thought it had. She’d spent the days in her room at her hotel reading books, getting stoned and all together trying to shut out the world, and then night after night she’d gone out, gotten obliterated, and then found some pretty thing to play with. Things had gotten out of hand more than once, and she’d fed from a fair few humans more than she should have, but she preferred not to think about that. Her mind was still a bit scrambled knowing that her sire was in love with the man she’d been seeing, but space had been good for her, and she was glad to be back even if the mist immediately took effect once more as she’d crossed the border back into Opulence.

When Mark had reached out to see if she’d wanted to get dinner she was more than happy to accept, looking forward to seeing someone who didn’t know what had been going on with her. She just wanted to have a few drinks and a laugh and forget about it all. She arrived first, and was quick to order a cosmo as she settled down at the table. “Oh- don’t you worry,” she smiled, leaning across the table to peck a kiss to her friend’s cheek. “Yeah I’ve been- y’know. Fine. Good,” she shrugged. “How about you? Been bloody ages.”

Where: Anywhere you want Who: OPEN Glancing down at the alarm on his phone, he sighed as he swiped the screen to make the phone stop vibrating. Shifting his chair to look at his desk calendar, he started to question why he made the lunch arrangement in the first place given his workload…well the workload he places upon himself.  Mark pondered whether he could get a few more items done before he headed out, it just take him a few minutes.  Of course, those few minutes turned into a half an hour and he was now running late.

As he grabbed his few belongings, he text his friend that he was going to be a few minutes late.  A common occurrence when it came to having any kind of relation with Mark. Thankfully, the destination was only a few blocks away from The Vault and he managed to get there only fifteen minutes late, which had to be a record given he usually had people wait longer.  Glancing around, he saw his friend at one of the tables and gave a slight wave as he walked over.  “I know, I know late again I am sorry.”  He greeted the other person as he sat down.  “There is no excuse, besides I am terrible.  Anyway, how are you?  I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

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She tasted sweeter than Thalia could have ever imagined, the warm, thick liquid pouring out of the fresh wound with ease, coating Thalia’s throat in the most luxuriously delicious way. It took every cell in the vampire’s body not to completely drain Ophelia’s tiny frame of every last drop, forcing herself to lap slowly, to savour every little mouthful of blood that she sucked up. The soft curse that fell from Ophelia’s open mouth made Thalia moan softly against her skin, the sound vibrating against the human’s pale throat as the vampire’s fingers slid further up her vest, tracing lightly over her spine as her other hand lay flat against her warm skin. 

Thalia could smell Ophelia’s arousal, unable to help herself from imagining the way it was surely pooling in her knickers, and she nudged her thigh between the human’s legs, pressing it firmly to her pulsing cunt. She broke away reluctantly, licking a slow stripe over the bite marks and up to her jaw, kissing along the delicate line of her face. “You’ve wanted that for a while huh,” she mumbled, a statement rather than a question as her fingertips trailed up over her sides.

If Thalia thought that Ophelia’s heart had been racing before, it was about to basically jump out of her chest now, pounding heavily in the vampire’s ears until it was the only thing she could hear. The human’s soft little words were all Thalia needed to just give in to what she so desperately wanted, needed, craved - to touch the human, to feed from her. 

She was quick to crowd her up against the wall of the building they had come to a stop next to, forcing Ophelia to press her back against the cool concrete as Thalia’s hands found her hips, squeezing gently as she nudged her face in against the blonde’s neck. 

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She knew it was a silly feeling, but his refusal left her feeling a little bereft, hollow somehow, unwanted. It took her by surprise - he had never denied her before, and she had always been able to draw him in with her seductions. And yet here he was, her mouth so close to his length, hands at his thighs, and he didn’t want it. Didn’t want her. 

Whatever she was feeling she masked immediately, the tiniest flicker of surprise barely visible on her features before they rearranged themselves into something neutral, unbothered. She nodded slightly, pressing a quick kiss to his hip bone before crawling up the bed and collapsing onto her back beside him. They were still close together but no part of their bodies were touching, and Thalia felt like she was a million miles away, like she was floating above the scene, watching it play out with some kind of sick pity. What was this feeling? Why did she feel so uncomfortable, so… hurt? The weed was a good excuse not to speak, eyes wide and face blank as she matched Matty’s stance, staring up at the ceiling above them. 

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Matthew was never good at refusing temptation, always wanting to chase the next feel good moment, desperate for anything other than the tedious toll of his usual daily life but as his hazel eyes followed her movements and caught onto her dark gaze looking up at him, something in his mind shifted. He wet his lips and let his head hang back against the bedding, staring up at the ceiling of her apartment that looked clouded from the plumes of smoke they exhaled into the air.

"Nah," he heard himself say, his voice felt like it came from some other part of him, a separate being that was both him and not him at the same time, "I'm too high now. Don't wanna move." His limbs felt heavy, like he was melting into the bedspread.

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If Thalia thought that Ophelia’s heart had been racing before, it was about to basically jump out of her chest now, pounding heavily in the vampire’s ears until it was the only thing she could hear. The human’s soft little words were all Thalia needed to just give in to what she so desperately wanted, needed, craved - to touch the human, to feed from her. 

She was quick to crowd her up against the wall of the building they had come to a stop next to, forcing Ophelia to press her back against the cool concrete as Thalia’s hands found her hips, squeezing gently as she nudged her face in against the blonde’s neck. 

“I can smell you. How much you want me. Need me even. You can play it cool all you want babygirl, but your body is giving you away,” she whispered against her creamy skin, hands slipping up just under the hem of her vest, cool fingers making contact with the smooth skin of her waist. Her tongue darting out, licking a warm stripe over the vein she so quickly located, the blood pulsing thick and warm beneath the human’s fragile skin. It was intoxicating, the smell of her hair, her blood, her arousal.

And then she bit down, sharp fangs slicing into delicate skin like a hot knife through butter, the sweet, floral taste of musky blood filling Thalia’s mouth as she let out a wanting moan against the fresh wound, drinking deeply as her fingers squeezed at the woman’s skin. 

Perhaps it was the years of one-night stands and casual hookups starting to catch up to Thalia, or perhaps it was simply that she felt sick and needy, and more vulnerable than she ever had before. She didn’t know, and her mind was so exhausted with the effort of not devouring Ophelia in any way she could that she had no mental capacity left over to consider where her feelings were coming from. That night in the bar, when she had seen the blonde’s form flung so carelessly across the room… she felt that if she had had a beating heart, it would’ve stopped in her chest. What did that mean?

Ophelia might have been able to hear Thalia’s thoughts, but Thalia could hear the human’s heart-beat, birdlike as it raced in her chest, speeding up as Thalia mentioned her desperate desire for blood. Interesting, so perhaps the human wanted to be fed from as much as Thalia wanted to feed from her… The realisation gave Thalia a little confidence, eyes blazing as they met the woman’s own. 

“Yes. I do. Although I think you know that. Don’t play games Ophelia. Do you want me to bite you?” she murmured, voice soft and lethal as she stopped dead in her tracks, turning to face the human. 

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She had feel sick, tired, and honestly a little nervous for Matthew to see her in such a state, but now that the drug was starting to take effect she found she didn’t care. She wanted to do what was familiar to her, to be touched and made to feel good, and Matthew knew her body better than most. So she looked up at him with a lazy smile, eyes blinking slowly as they met his own. “I didn’t, I didn’t want to… but I feel kinda like I do now. Weed’s making me feel some kinda way,” she murmured against him, mouthing over his length through the cotton of his boxers. “That okay?” she added, fingertips moving to tug gently at the waistband of his boxers as she kissed over his hip, curls tickling his skin as she moved. “Just want to feel good. Want you to make me feel good.”

Matthew scoffed at her depiction of him, it sounded ridiculous that this was her opinion of him: a moody art boy. He'd gone through so many different versions of himself that he hardly felt like any of them. Distracted by this imagery so the littered trailing kisses were barely felt or acknowledged until she'd reached his chest and started to work her way downward. Suddenly everything else wasn't important anymore, thoughts going back to one thing.

"Thought you didn't want to play," he said to her, a reminder or a question because he was being a good boy and keeping his hands to himself like she had previously wanted him to but with the attention of her wandering lips it was harder to abide by that.

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“It certainly feels silly. It’s supposed to be a casual thing. That’s all I’m really very good at… I mean, you know how I am. The second things start to get too close, too intimate, I just… I panic. Flee the scene so to speak,” she chuckled weakly. “Didn’t have a lot of touch growing up. My family weren’t-“ she paused, shaking her head as she decided not to go into much more detail. It would just make her upset, and Amy didn’t need to be burdened with such information. “Anyway. I know that it’s possible to have physical touch and closeness without actual emotional commitment. But I don’t know if that’s what he wants. The sex is kinda… I dunno. Rough and fast and- aggressive almost. And then it’s done. I don’t know how I would ask for anything more than that,” she shrugged, blinking back a couple of tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe just how worked up she was getting over someone she supposedly didn’t even have feelings for.

“Yeah, I think so. I dunno, it’s weird. Can’t wait for the mist to be over and done with to be honest,” she chuckled softly, taking the margarita with an appreciative hum. “Amy, you’ve outdone yourself. This looks incredible,” she grinned, cheersing the siren in return before taking a little sip. “Jesus wept! You trynna get me drunk?!” she teased, giggling softly as she began to follow the siren out to the pool. “Wait, how did I not know you were a coral reef siren?? I didn’t know that sirens had… I dunno, like, types..? How did that happen?”

“I don’t think it’s silly at all.” Amy tilted her head as she gave what she was doing a pause to make sure she was listening properly because it sounded like what Thalia had to tell her was very important to the vampiress. Amy couldn’t say that she herself valued physical touch highly - it had definitely never been at the top of her priorities. She never experienced that special type of loneliness that came from being touch deprived. Perhaps because she had grown up with such a large family. Her brothers and sisters would often cling to her or demand to be picked up and carried, hugged or patted, even her younger brothers. Or maybe it was simply how Amy was, preferring touch to happen because it was special and done with a profound connection with someone trustworthy and whom she cared for, rather than because she was lacking it and needed it for any sort of validation of unresolved feelings or safety. But of course, everyone was different.

“Have you tried communicating your needs through?” She suggested, finished with mixing up their margaritas and handing Thalia’s glass over to her - generously salt-rimmed, of course. “Hmm, curious. Could it be because you are hungry more often? Needing blood which regulates your body temperature more, since nothing else could really compensate?” Amy took a guess, this was definitely not her area of expertise but perhaps it was just the way her brain was wired. She tended to take that approach to almost everything. “I was actually thinking of having water heaters installed come autumn.” He reached over, clinking her own glass with Thalia’s with a soft ‘cheers’. “I am a coral reef siren, as far as I could research it, which means warmer waters suit me better. I’ll invite you to test it out with me as soon as I have that done.”

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the thoughts thalia didn’t realise she was projecting seemed to somewhat…quieten, a little, when their hands touched. it was more background noise now, the little flashes of her mind that told of debauchery but…something else to. arms around waists, lips against temple, safety. ophelia thought those were dangerous thoughts to have for someone you barely knew. it did make ophelia wonder how lonely thalia was to think such things.

she listened to her talk, batting her lashes in a way that made her appear more interested than she was. vampires are more hungry, bloodlust becoming more a problem and ophelia felt excited. she would be able then, to get thalia to bite her. the idea already got her blood pumping, mind racing. as sweet as your own. ophelia glanced, their eyes meeting, trying to gauge a reaction.

perhaps purposefully, she flicked her long hair over her shoulder, exposing the long, pale column of her throat. “you must have to exercise great restraint around me,” ophelia replied.

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The effects of the drug were taking hold and it took Thalia an embarrassing amount of time to understand Matthew’s joke, her face creasing in confusion, eyes squinting in thought, and then slowly relaxing into a lazy grin followed by a soft chuckle. “Yeah. Sounds quite nice actually, bunch of humans for me to play with. Least I’ve got you for the time being,” she murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of his lips.

“You’re not boring. You’re… I dunno. You got that moody arty boy energy about you. Bet you all the girls in your pottery class swoon over you,” she teased, trailing kisses down his neck and along his collarbone, her words slightly muffled by his warm skin against her lips. “She can? What she’s like… a fire bender or something? That’s wild. Never heard of that before… vampires are so boring. Strong, cold, needy,” she grinned against his skin. “Shush, please,” she hummed, licking a trail down his chest to his navel, hips shifting down slightly as she sat back against her heels, hands on his hips. “M’pretty stoned,” she murmured, kissing along the waistband of his boxers.

"You need a horde of humans?" Matthew offered in a teasing tone and when he felt Thalia shifting beside him, his hazel eyes lowered to watch her, he moved as well, just slightly, just enough to tilt his head and open his mouth so she could blow a stream of smoke inside as he drew it into his lungs. He wet his lips afterward, taking the joint from her and adding fresh smoke into his lungs with a deep inhalation that made his head feel immediately lightened so her trailing cool fingertips against his skin became like silk.

He exhaled and shook his head, "Guess I'm just boring," he hadn't noticed any new powers or abilities. "My sister can make fire or heat or something, I don't know, it's confusing," she was still figuring things out for herself on top of dealing with her newborn and right now he was too high to make heads or tails of it. "Maybe that's my power," Matthew blinked slowly, focus now moved back to the ceiling where he stared at a dark spot in the corner, "Being boring."

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“Ah- I cuddle lots. But just with a very select few people. To be be fair, I do like it. I always find it a bit- like-“ she hummed, frowning as she tried to articulate what she was thinking. “I’ve been sleeping with the human for a while? He’s good for blood, but the sex is good too. He’s not a big cuddler though, which I thought was fine but… yeah. I’ve noticed recently that- that I want it. Want touch, after. To.. I dunno,” she shrugged. “Soothe me or something. Probably silly,” she chuckled weakly, shaking her head as if to dismiss what she had just confessed.

“Nah, s’ok. I’ll just sit by the pool - I get uncomfortably cold if I swim at the moment. It’s so weird, like, I know I’m dead? And yet somehow I can feel when I’m more cold than I want to be,” she chuckled softly, taking the drink as it was handed to her. “After you!”

“No? With how good you cuddle I thought you had quite an experience.” The cheeky smile remained on Amy’s unusually bare lips which were commonly painted in a variety of red shades Amy owned in her lipstick and rouge collection but now sported none of the many she could pick from. “I guess doing cuddle sessions often with the people you care for is enough to make you an expert.” Amy was glad to hear that Thalia had a few people she could get emotional comfort from. It seemed to Amy that Thal often pushed herself to be too independent and appear unfeeling or uninvolved for whatever reason. That must be mentally draining so it was good that the vampiress had people to go to where she could recharge her batteries. Oftentimes Amy was uncertain how well she did in that department, finding herself very contradictory of a person. She had no social anxiety when it came to presenting and speaking in front of many people but the moment she was in a more personal one on one situation, she seemed to close up and become rigid.

“Oh really? I wonder what ever do you mean.” She feigned playful ignorance but the tilt of her lips remained devilish. ”We do salt rim in this house, always.” As he busied herself with preparing their drinks, Amy shrugged, fine either way by what Thalia had suggested. “You can have one of my swimsuits if you’d like to take a dip too? I have a few strap-adjustable ones that should fit comfortably enough.”

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it was a double edged sword, fear and desire. not even real desire, not for tangible touch, desire to feel something other than fear. than weak, like she wasn’t real. ophelia had always been a porcelin doll, pretty to display with, dress up, delicate and so easily broken - there was such a large crack in her exterior, something she was trying to patch up with anything other than the fallen piece.

people. drugs. sex. adrenaline, something that would make her feel alive.

though thalia’s thoughts scared her, they excited her to. they set her alight in a way things hadn’t in a while. it was a carnal desire, more than a fleeting crush - less a i find you attractive, and more i have to devour you.

it was quiet for a moment while they walked, glancing down suddenly as she felt cold fingers slip into her own. the tentative beginnings of affection, maybe. scary, terrifying. ophelia knows there’s a cliff edge and she wants nothing more than to dive off with without the parachute.

ophelia allows their hands to be joined.

“you don’t look well,” she says. “but, i guess you know that,”

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Having invited Matthew over for their usual routine of blood-letting and a bit of sex, it was slightly unusual that the pair hadn’t actually gotten to the sex part. Thalia was tired - the mist was taking its toll, and she knew she wasn’t getting as much blood as her body was asking for, making her lethargic and unenergised. Kissing Matty was nice enough, but she’d asked to stop before they’d gotten much further, slightly embarrassed at her request but relieved with Matty had seemed reasonably indifferent. 

“Yeah… I think I need more than a human though,” she answered from her spot next to him, head resting lightly on his shoulder, in nothing but her knickers, the rest of her clothing mixed up in the tangle of fabric on the floor. With a little effort she pulled herself up, hooking a leg over his own as she straddled up, taking another long drag of the joint that was caught between her pointer and middle fingers. Her free hand rested on his chest as she leant over him, waiting for him to open his mouth so that she could exhale the smoke into it, kissing the corner of his mouth before straightening up, handing him the joint. “Really? Have you noticed anything other than just… more energy? And strength? I heard some humans have new powers,” she hummed, fingertips trailing back and forth over his sides as she looked down at him. 

Location: Thalia's Apartment in Descray With: @thalia-stone

"Do you feel anything?" Matthew asked with his lungs filled with smoke, holding in his breath for a few seconds before blowing out a thick cloud. He was reclined on the bed in only his boxer briefs, the rest of his clothes had been discarded and left haphazardly strewn about the floor. "It's kind of weird," when he spoke he felt like his lips were numb, or maybe it was his tongue, but either way something felt light and odd about his facial expressions and the way he was moving, "and maybe it's fucked up to say it, but I kind of like the mist thing. I mean, I get it sucks for you," he wet his lips, "and other supernaturals, but I've never felt better."

He supposed that must be true for all the humans in town but at least for him, he was stronger, faster, didn't get as tired as often, his stamina was better, and he could heal faster which meant he could blood letting a lot more than before. It made him miss his old job. He could have made so much money. All the vampires were extra hungry these days and he would have been able to supply them with blood, probably could have charged double and in their desperation they would have likely paid anything.

[thalia-stone]

Thalia offered nothing more than a simple nod at Amy’s warning, agreeing with her words. She too didn’t like the way she felt when she was desperate for blood - seeing Ophelia the other night had been a prime example of that, and Thalia wasn’t sure how much she could trust herself when she was in that deeply hungry state. But, she didn’t particularly want to keep talking about it with the siren - she’d come here for the distraction, for a moment of reprieve from the loneliness and anxiety the vampire had been feeling since the mist, and it seemed Amy was happy to wrap up that particular topic of conversation as well. 

“I think you should,” Thalia nodded in agreement, offering the siren a smile in return. “I don’t cuddle many people, but I make sure I do it often with the people I care about. It feels nice, huh? I can think of some other things we can do that feel nice too.. maybe another day,” she mused, watching as the siren moved to prepare their drinks. “Phew! You’d be surprised, some people don’t do the salt. I’ll never understand it,” she chuckled. “Would you like to get back in the pool once we’ve got our drinks? I’d be quite happy to sit by the pool and keep you company.” 

“Best he is made aware. Bloodlust is not the… safest state to be in. For oneself and for one’s surroundings.” Amy warned with a detached yet firm tone to her voice, not wanting to involve herself in the whole deal any further. Though in the back of her mind she made a mental note that perhaps this friend of Thalia wasn’t the best influence she could have around. However, it wasn’t Amy’s place to raise that particular concern. After all, Thalia seemed quite fond of this Jean-Claude and Amy would rather not get on her dear friend’s bad side by jumping to conclusions about someone she didn’t know much about.

“I should do this cuddle thing more often maybe.” She chuckled, surprised at how easily the other woman managed to uplift her mood - she truly wasn’t expecting it, maybe because she also didn’t expect that she would break down in front of the other quite so easily. Although her eyes were still red from unshed tears, Amy nevertheless gave Thal a cheeky look. “Of course I do the salt rim, what am I, an amateur?” She then snuck behind her bar, pulling out martini glasses, the gin and the vermouth.

[thalia-stone]

that was a shared notion - that she to, wasn’t sleeping much. ophelia seemed to spend too much time awake, playing over events in her head she couldn’t change. some called her a hero, others scolded her for stupidity. some question why she didn’t act sooner, and she to wondered that. why had she paused? ran away? was fear a good enough excuse? for the few moments she did sleep, she saw that witch, her hand extended, tears streaming down her face as jaws clenched, cracking her skull like a soft nut -

she chose to therefore, stay awake. take some caffeine, a little cocaine, some other stimulants from the doctors. ophelia knew that one day she would have to succumb, that all this mixed together would surely burn her out like a star but why not? would it be so bad? ophelia had felt for so long she was teetering on the edge of something…why not be this.

that’s when she turned, stopping what she was doing. thalia looked like someone’s nightmare, not her own. “you know,” the blonde said, ignoring the warning signs. the fear in the pit of her stomach, going against common sense to say; “you could walk me home,”