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In all seriousness, in a way, Wren was really born for all this. The parties, the attention, the networking. And she was talented, which was something Scarlett actually admired quite much. There was a small snicker from the blonde as hair was tossed over her shoulder, "Oh, without a doubt, everyone else is just here for our entertainment." She offered a shot glass to the shifter and held her own, "Mm, and don't let me forget. I had a sort of commission I wanted to talk to you about."

"One moment." while walking in, somehow Wren had acquired herself a drink that needed to be gone within the next ten seconds as shots were calling. With a smack of her lips and predator like eyes making damn sure Alexei knew she'd be over his way when ready, Wren batted long eyelashes towards her friend, hand placing itself upon her heart before speaking. "Admit it, you threw this party for us, didn't you?"

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Deep brown eyes were locked on Rune's striking blue ones. And would be a lie to say there was no emotion in them. She didn't talk about her parents much, and when she did, she pretty much ended up imitating Maddox. But Rune was a different story. She didn't need to act like it didn't still hurt sometimes. But she was still holding back. Despite the subjects at hand, it was hard for the brunette not to match the smile she saw start on his lips. She turned to look at the family tree again as he told his story. When she heard him hesitate, she found her hand reaching out to gently touch his without much thought. She knew that if Rune didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't. But that didn't mean it was easy. There was a love in voice as he spoke about his daughter that had the corners of lips starting to turn back up. "A child?" she questioned out loud out of pure shock. A child? They murdered a child. A little girl who liked to grow flowers. Her brows furrowed a little and she looked back at the heart. "She sounds lovely," she said softly, feeling a little unsure of what to say. There was a mix of emotions, anger definitely becoming one of the stronger ones as she found herself hoping those hunters had died. Painfully. But it didn't seem to be the right time for anger. Not here and now. Not while he was remembering loving her. "I'm sure she wouldn't have wanted anyone else as her father," she said, offering him a small -admittedly sad- smile, "I wouldn't." She took in a breath, looking back at the heartbeats for a second before the question came out quietly, a decision being made in her mind. "Will you show me?" she tilted her head to the heartbeats.

“It is different for us.” Rune started slowly, shifting his weight, perhaps shrinking himself for the conversation to come, wanting Ivy always to feel comfortable around him, which the young blood-mage seemed to, even when he was covered head to toe in blood. “Others, they will of course feel their family die, the magic bond severing, but us.” spoken quieter as the warlock gestured between the unlikely pair. “To feel the blood die, the life force of all things; it is difficult to recover from.” the older of the pair explained as he always did, his way of offering comfort in the form of the truth on the one topic that Rune understood completely and without apology. At Ivy’s question, Rune remained steady, smiling at a memory that seemed just as real as the talented woman sitting before him. “My country, my home, where I will eventually return, it is rife with witch hunters, ones who are blinded by fear and do not see like you and I do. Loki and I, we lost our parents when I was just fourteen and lived a life for ourselves you see.” another shift in weight as a certain name sat upon silver tongue that slid backwards slightly into Rune’s mouth if only for a moment for her to remain his, just a minute longer. “That life at one time included a daughter, who’s name is Frida.” Rune noticed the gaze at towards the dead heart, one that sat so closely to his own and forever would. “She was not like me, or Loki. Not covered in blood, killing innocence as we have done. She made flowers grow, made the stars sing a song that I have never heard. She was killed when just ten, and home was no longer where I could be.”

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She wasn't terribly used to running into people in the woods, usually it was her with her thoughts and earbuds when she trekked down towards Rune's. So when she heard the splashing, she had kind of thought it might be an animal. That thought was disproven as she came across the clothes on the ground. That being followed by a naked woman laughing out of the water had the brunette letting a light "oh" slip out of her lips. Her head tilted a bit at the woman's words, but she raised her hands and shook her head. "I'm not taking anything," she said and then bent down to grab her clothes and bring them over to her. "So are the lady in the lake?" she found herself asking, looking the girl up and down. Shifter. "Do I get a magical sword now?" she offered the girl a smile before taking a steps back to give her her space. "I'm Ivy," she introduced herself, "Just seemed like I should introduce myself since I've seen your naked now."

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Location: Overgrown lake, deep within the woods.

A pair of ripped shorts and a tank top were laying out in the sun, along with a few belongings you wouldn't exactly know weren't hers, while Indie swam and forgot about the open world around her. She launched herself out of the water without a care in the world, her body exposed as she lowly sung a very outdated song, one that stopped as soon as she caught the eye of the person in front of her. She was a deer in headlights. "You can take the stuff if you want, but leave the clothes -- actually, could you get them for me?"

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"Right, yeah, my entire family are pieces of shit. Right," he said with a nod, leaning forward and letting out a heavy sigh. He looked up at Maddox for a second and shook his head. "Just would've liked to be part of that decision," he offered him. What? Like he was going to defend the people who cursed their son and left him for dead? But it sure would've been nice if he had been involved, in any way, with the execution of his own family members. He blinked, several times, as Maddox answered his question. "Can I just -," he said up and then licked his lips, "Why is it always you two?" Well, it was fair. Just Maddox and Ariel, accidentally breaking curses and helping someone. "How is he?" he asked now, before looking down at his hands, "Does he hate all of us?"

"Your entire family did." Maddox was never one to hold back his words, or the truth, no matter how hard it was to swallow and the necromancer was no stranger to the pains of family and the ghosts that followed throughout. Though unfazed at the reveal of Eddie's parents death, Maddox would be there for his friend who could go either way when learning of the truth. At the complicated question, brows furrowed slightly as he did his best to convey that sheer accident of it all. "No on purpose. Ariel and I, we were testing a magical object and he seemed drawn to it, got in the way and next thing; there was a naked kid on the floor where my raven should have been."

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"You know, you're not really helping me with the whole deflection thing right now," he said as she continued to counter him at every turn. He wasn't entirely sure why he was having this conversation with this seemingly random vampire. Why was it engrained in them all to keep everything a secret? Why did it feel wrong for him to talk about his own shit like he was betraying someone? There was a small snicker at Fallon's final words before he looked up at her with wide eyes. "That's not... shit.. that's not funny," he took in a breath, "You just don't really expect to hear that." He looked at the blonde, this random person who he barely knew and leaned in a little. "For what it's worth, if you had died with her then you wouldn't be here right now helping this sad rich boy through his fucked up shit so," he gave a small shrug, "I'm pretty glad you're here but that's just me." He offered a smile. "Look, I wasn't trying to be a dick earlier with the vampire stuff," he went on to clarify, "I get a little tense when it comes to my family. I know what they are - were - but that doesn't mean I need to see it in everyone's eyes when they look at me, you know?" Because he wasn't a monster like them. But that was the actual legacy he was left with, he was starting to realize that.

There had been stories told of other experiments that had been permitted over the years throughout the Rockwell's history, however, the word 'failure' was used frequently and Fallon had heard the tales of one Dorian Rockwell with his power of absorption that he couldn't control. There had never however, been much chatter around what exactly they had done to rectify this failure, one that was far too much in the spotlight, being that Dorian was a Rockwell heir; hence finding other means, such as bastards. At Eli's assumption about her vampiric life, the former witch scoffed openly, head shaking as she freely replied. "Being a vampire usually means we have more blood on our hands, nothing all that interesting." she admitted as words escaped passed usually tight lips without permission. "Only been one for a year, was just like you before this life was forced on me." hands gesturing around the bar, the company she now kept, those who were willing to teach Fallon the ways of being a vampire while hiding her secret. Stillness remained as Eli told the tale of Dorian, one he was unaware his bartender knew of, un-wanting to give the slightest inclination away that she too understood this plight. "Family secrets seem to ruin the children more than those who did such horrible, fucking things." the heretic spat, head shaking as another shot was poured, sensing a long conversation ahead that sat well within Fallon's bones. "I feel that. Sometimes wish I'd died with mine at birth."

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He had never defended a single person in their family to Sage, he wasn't planning on doing it now. Didn't have a reason to. There was a slow nod of his head. Who wouldn't understand what Sage did and why? He did wish he could've been part of that decision but it wasn't exactly premeditated and honestly, he was still stuck on the whole his uncle being alive part of everything. "My uncle is alive?" he now asked, despite her making it quite clear. He shook his head and then moved to slow sit down in a chair. "No -," he shook his head again, "I didn't - I don't really remember him..." He took a moment, looking down at his hands as he sat there. His uncle died when he was about eight years old and he was kept away from him. Wait - No, he wasn't, not all the time. "This whole time?" he asked now, "He's been alive this entire time?" The fact that with only two of them left - kind of only one consider his aunt didn't like to identify as a Rockwell - things were still unraveling. What was next? Did he had a kid he didn't know about? Secret siblings? Hell, maybe his family cursed them too. "Why? Why would they do that to him?"

Perhaps Sage should of said this better when it came to Eli. Perhaps despite the fact she had a hard time dealing with her own emotions she should take his into account. A deep sigh then passes through her lips, her shoulders deflating as she finds herself sitting down a hand running over her face before she was resting it in her lap. "I knew my parents were cruel. But finding out what they'd done to my brother? I couldn't control my anger." She says before her brown eyes were then looking up at her nephew. All she'd done for Eli was protect him, because she couldn't protect Dorian. But she had a chance to protect at least one of her family members, the only one that was alive, until now. "Seems our family is all kinds of fucked up in ways we didn't even know." She says with a weak chuckle, before wiping the water that was falling from her eyes. "I'm sorry you found out the way that you did. I should of said it better, put your feelings into account when it came to this."

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Tristan to Aurelius (@x-violentdelights) - Vervain

Becoming a vampire had been an interesting choice to be given. Granted, considering he was wasting away from the inside out at the time, it was a fairly easy one to make. He already enjoyed the company of creatures of the night anyway, did he not? He stood at the bar, looking forward at the crowd, that was when the blonde hair caught his eye, causing him to slowly turn to the side. "Well, look who's back," he slowly strode over to his maker's maker. His grand-sire, so to speak. "Thank god," he brought his drink, "It was starting to get boring."

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Tristan to Dylan (@moonxshadowx) - At a bar

He had finally pulled himself back into the world and it was absolutely delightful. "Ah, my lovely lion," he said, immediately noticing the incredible head of hair on Dylan's head. Without asking or waiting for an invitation, he immediately slid into a seat at the table - eyes squinting a bit when the live music started, not entirely impressed by the female singer. "She's not exactly on key, is she?" he lifted a brow and then offered her a smile, "Did you miss me?"

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Tristan to Chord (@antiiromanticx) - Tristan's place

He brought the handle of the paintbrush to his lips, taking a step back and looking over the piece. Again. It still wasn't right. And if he had just been there to see it... "I have a guest," he said quietly, still eyeing the painting as he felt his maker's presence behind him. Tristan, standing in the middle of his studio room, naked and unable to pull himself away from his work again as the man he attempted to distract himself with was still in bed. "What do you think?" he questioned quietly, finally turning to look at his maker who he hadn't realized he hadn't seen in some time, "... What?"

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Brows shot up and eyes looked down as the hand came into contact with his chest. A low chuckle escaped the incubus as he looked over the strange, blonde vampire. A smile grew on his lips as Aurelius started to give his opinion of Ivar, Cal starting to catch on to why it was this vampire's energy tasted vaguely familiar. "Well...," he started, clicking his tongue lightly, "He couldn't be completely without taste, now can he?" He held a hand and shook his head at the offered cigarette, "Considering he's kept me booked all this time." Words were spoken as if there was any kind of belief that the ancient vampire kept Cal around because he liked the music. "Rest assured, my talents," he brought his hand to his chest, "are safe with me. And besides..." He licked his lips and offered a small smile, "Ivar's protection is a pretty good deal for me considering what most vampires would want."

What an intriguing and rather entertaining conversation this was turning out to be, despite Aurelius knowing parts of the story, hearing Cal's side spoken from such talented lips was certainly a tasty morsel; Aurelius could never truly help himself. "You dirty little scamp!" the vampire exclaimed gleefully at Cal's admittance that Ivar was his reasoning for feeling so safe, and perhaps indeed his sugar daddy or sorts -- there was no hesitation as his hand flew towards Cal's broad chest, playfully patting it as his older brother's name was spoken. "Look at you, full of surprises, you are." Aurelius beamed, perhaps looking rather proud of Cal's efforts as he lit a cigarette, offering one to Cal as their conversation continued. "Now, just between us girls, I've always found Ivar to be an overbearing, egotistical, bore. No class, nor taste. Your talents are wasted with the likes of him."

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Kensley had a unique relationship with all of his siblings, you spend a millennia with someone and you know how to calm or even push buttons. And right now, his finger drummed against his glass but no other sound was made by the vampire - knowing his brother would be going out of his skin. His tongue clicked the second Aurelius broke the silence. He brought his hand to his mouth and studied his brother before his moved his hand to point at his twin. "No more secrets," he emphasized, "Not where Aurora is involved." But the vampire let out a sigh because it was never really like him to actually be too vexxed by his siblings. "Where did you find her anyway?" he found himself questioning before leaning forward and smiling, "Can I meet her?"

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Silence had hung between them for what seemed like an eternity, though perhaps it was a mere ten minutes as the twin's sat there; silence from Kensley was excruciating, a fact that Aurelius couldn't hide as he started to fidget in place, huffing like a child until it was too much. "Despite your dramatic silences, I do have a plan, Lee." Aurelius announced smugly, shifting his weight closer to that of his brother, practically pouting for forgiveness in keeping Dylan and her species a secret. "Our brother tends to take all our toys, so forgive me for hiding my pretty dolly." the vampire continued to push his point, feeling slightly angry now, feelings of defensiveness washing over him. "Besides, if it weren't for me, she could have been in the hands of anyone else, so you really should be thanking me."