Viktoria Belikova (youngestsister) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-05-01 18:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | azazeal, eric northman, viktoria belikova |
Who: Azazeal, Eric and Viktoria
What: Two pimps and a dhampir girl
Where: The Wilderness and Inn.
Warnings: Rated PG 15 for adult situations, but no nc-17 here.
Viktoria was finding the blood bond between her and Azazeal to be very useful. He was so intune with her emotions and thoughts that he rarely even needed her to ask if he would come and get her. She'd barely thought about how she wished she was at the Inn after her shift instead of hanging at the prison when she felt the message from him. She couldn't hold conversations with him like Malachi could in their minds, but he could send her messages. This one was clear. He'd be there to pick her up in an hour. So, she made quick work of grabbing a shower to get rid of the day's grime from pulling her shift on sentry. Then she made quick work of searching through the clothes he'd brought to her as gifts when she was living in the Inn. The little black dress was a bit much for prison life, but it suited a night at the inn with Azazeal just fine.
Her long wavy black hair was being stubborn so she gave up on trying to straighten it. If she tried to steal any more of her charge's hair gel, he was likely to throw a tantrum. Instead she worked the zipper up on her dress and found a strappy pair of heels that could possibly be used as a weapon to take someone's eye out if needed. Not that they would be needed given she would be with Azazeal. He didn't allow threats to get too close, even if she preferred to fight her own battles. By the time she was dressed, had her make up and perfume on, she tried her hair again. The comb allowed her to shape the waves so they fell loose and long. It was as good as it was going to get.
The sign out sheet was approached five minutes before he was due to pick her up. Viktoria signed herself out and listed Azazeal as her buddy. At least this time she wasn't fibbing like she had with Castiel. Though the angel had made an honest woman of her by spying on her that time anyway. So what was the harm? It was a small secret between friends. As she walked out of the prison, she caught sight of Azazeal approaching the prison. His walk was always so full of confidence. If there was someone who didn't worry about the threats around them it was Azazeal.
"Hello. You're getting a little too good at that," she said, checking the towers to be sure that her brother wasn't in eyesight before kissing her companion. No other word seemed to suit him after all. Lover was just a bit weird for someone Viktoria's age to use, and boyfriend seemed silly for someone Azazeal's age. They kept things casual and open anyway. It was why she found being with him to be so easy and stress free. "You saved me a net post."
Falling into step with him, she kept an eye out for any sign of zombies or the various demons that had been filing into town because of Glory. Some had already encountered a couple of them, and it made Viktoria even more cautious of her surroundings. She had more than Adrian and Mia to keep safe. There was a prison full of people who needed to watch each others backs. Not to mention a town full of people who were all on the same side of not wanting Glory to get her way. "Were you bored at the Inn?" She wondered if he missed her, Buffy and Malachi being there every day. He and Claire had new people living there, but for awhile the five of them had been constant companions.
It was still an adjustment to live at the prison, but while she missed the old routine, there were good things about her new routine. She actually felt like she was living up to her Guardian duties at the prison.