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[Jan. 28th, 2009|01:26 pm] |
Who: Cassidy and Soren
What: Stupid Prophetic Dreams!!!
Where: Stupid Switzerland!!!
When: Stupid morning!!!
Warnings: Possibly maybe, probably nothing more than breaky and obscenities.
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[Jan. 28th, 2009|09:35 pm] |
Who: Kai and Rurik, Gatlin
What: Feedings, of various types
When/Where Tonight, starting in the vampire's house, to NYC
Warnings: Vampirism, possible violence, discussion of graphic violence
Malakai was waiting on the couch in the front room, distracting himself with a cigarette while Rurik prepared himself to go meet Gatlin. He figured the man could use a moment alone to compose himself. And on top of that, he was in the bedroom, and he kne wif he approached, they would never leave the house that night.
There was still too much unresolved. Too many wounds, open and bleeding, that needed to be rectified. But for now, he had to ignore that. They needed to focus on getting Rurik fed, on keeping him sane. The rest could come, once he was sure he was staying. Once he was sure they were safe.
"Come now, lover," Gatlin seemed like a patient boy, but he was also a druggie. The last thing they needed was for him to be high, when they got there. |
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