“VILF, MILF, whatever gets me in bed with you,” Jaida grinned up at her – the two of them could always be so completely shameless when it came to the other one. They’d spent so much time apart that who could really blame them if they wanted to make up for it all now? Anything that was going to pull the pair apart wasn’t something that interested the little muse, which was part of why she wouldn’t fight Vivian on having a guard of her own. Besides, letting her pick went a long way with her; Jaida had always been the type of person more prone to doing something she was asked rather than told. And if her agreement would get the other woman to ok the same thing for herself, then it would truly be worth putting up with having a shadow for the unforeseen future. Shit was getting seriously scary out there and, even as much faith as she had in her vampy abilities, it wouldn’t hurt to have some back up along for the ride, just in case. “Well I’m not going to fucking argue with you if you want to stay here, but it’s got to be your choice.” Jaida could understand where Vivian was coming from, though – the worst feeling in the world would be finding out something had happened to the people who loved while you were away, while you were off on your own, by your own choice. That, and the safety the grounds provided, were the two main reasons why the muse had started requiring all of her clients to come and do their work in her studio instead of meeting them on their own premises. “A wife, huh?” She can’t help but tease her, waggling the finger that wears one of those new baubles, one worn next to a simple gold band that reads ‘Vivian.’ Ok, so it meant Vivian Westwood, but that was besides the point. “Well, I am rocking the bling, so it fucking fits.” Jaida didn’t want for her to reconsider before tugging her by the hand out the door of her office, towards the elevator and through the sliding doors, “Fuck, I’ll wear three just so you can have fun undoing them.” Who didn’t like pulling their lover out of a swimsuit….or anything else? Pressing the button for the underground car-park, the tiny muse slipped her arm around Vivian again, letting herself curve into the taller woman’s frame.
It had seemed impossible to predict that any of this would happen, so it was that much harder to come up with what might come next. So far, things were off to a bloody rocky start – how much worse could they really get? How much worse could people really get before the supernaturals started lashing out simply because they needed to protect themselves? Eden wasn’t a violent creature by nature, she was the opposite in fact, but after tonight she was considering that she might need a bloody self-defense class at the very least. “I suppose he did paint a bit of a target all over Amsterdam making his little speech here.” At first, it had seemed like nowhere else was going to face the fall-out, but then news had started to trickle in from as far as the west coast of the States and that hope went up in smoke. “I hadn’t thought about it, honestly. My parents are still back in London, but I suppose the big cities will either be the most dangerous or the safest cities, depending.” Would they crumble to pieces or was there enough of a popular, enough infrastructure for people to carve out strong new ways of life for themselves safe within those walls? “What about you?” she turned her attention back to Ian for a moment, “Will you go back to Australia?” Like him, there were still people in Amsterdam that Eden cared for, that she would worry about if she fled and left them behind. She supposed she’d have to face all of that when the time came…though it wouldn’t hurt to have some sort of a plan, just in case. “Well, now you’re just being modest. That isn’t the naked alley man I know at all,” Eden teased, laughing softly, “of course I will. You certainly deserve it after tonight. And you aren’t that bad, really.” The joking came so easy for the two of them, it made this all so much easier than it would have been otherwise.