Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Nastasiya and Grayson
Where: Heme
When: Night

Oh, Demons, Demons, Demons. They annoyed Nastasiya in more ways than one, but especially because she wasn't used to - and didn't like - being afraid. For the longest time she was fairly conscious that above vampires there wasn't a lot more to fear. However, after her previous encounter with a corpse-eating demon, which, hard to admit as it was, had only gone well due to the presence of another vampire, Nastasiya came to realize the game had changed. And now they were back, and they couldn't have come back at the worst of times.

Nastasiya had been out of sorts since the last time she had seen Sebastian - for obvious reasons. This only added insult to injury as far as she was concerned, and it was sad that she was considering having some sort of 'recreational blood' to pretend to get drunk. It was also sad that while she had felt like going to Heme, she didn't really feel like leaving. Not because of the humans there in search for protection, obviously, but because she really, really didn't want to encounter a demon again.

Sitting at the VIP section, thanking all the Gods she knew to name that Sebastian Van Cleve wasn't there at the time, Nastasiya wondered what to do next in other to, at least, pass the time in a less boring manner. Worst of all was the notion that she looked as she felt; her acting chops were failing her blatantly at the moment.

Who: Grayson and Saoirse
Where: Saoirse's house
When: Around three in the afternoon

When Grayson said he always had time for Saoirse, he wasn't kidding. Not even for the fact that Azraelan vampires didn't sleep, which naturally added more time to anyone's life, but he'd meant what he said about always being there for her. Grayson considered Saoirse to be a close friend, regardless of the fact that they'd been sired into the same house, and he'd been worked about her since picking her up a few days prior. Grayson could keep his curiosity at bay for a while, but he did want answers eventually.

Talking with Liliya the day before about what happened to Amanda Blake didn't make him feel any better. Though he doubted Saoirse's troubles were in some way related to the attack, he didn't know that for a fact. The last thing he wanted to see was a friend hurt again, by another vampire, or by a hunter, or anyone.

For now, though, Grayson decided to keep those thoughts to himself as he pulled up to the home Saoirse lived in. Since he wasn't going to Heme for the night just yet, he was dressed more casually than most usually saw him - nice dark jeans and a simple black button down shirt, the sleeves rolled up. He took off his sunglasses as he went inside, unwilling to spend more time in the sun than he had to, at the moment; he forgot to have a bit of fae blood before leaving his condo. Giving an easy smile to the first vampire he encountered as he started to head up the stairs to Saoirse's attic room, he said, "Nothing to worry about, I'm just stopping by to see Seer." And that was all anyone really needed to know about why he was there.

( Cue the warm fuzzies. Eventually. )

Who: Grayson Mudali and Liliya Kennedy
Where: Heme
When: Late afternoon


( Some days it seemed like Grayson's work for the bar was never done. )

Who: Grayson Mudali and Ian Cochran
Where: Heme
When: Early evening



( Once upon a time he'd been the one making drinks in RiRa's, back when it was still a speakeasy, and he remembered how it was done. )

Who: Grayson and Saoirse
When: Late afternoon/early evening (immediately after the Seer/Jez scene)
Where: Eventually, Saoirse's house


( Grayson knew Saoirse still struggled with what she'd become, what they were, but in the moment, it didn't look like it. )