[ the fort was - something, and derek did a lot of things under the influence of vitd that he regrets. the predatory violence, the willingness to let go, an innate desire to be primal and hungry and strong. he was overwhelmed by this insatiable drive to fuck and to take and to have, and cass was someone who got caught up in that.
it was - fun. for what it was. getting cass off again and again, touching him, trying to drain him, trying to overload him. but they were both high and they were both human, and derek doesn't know if cass is always human, but if, by some chance, he's not - if, by some chance, he's a werewolf, like derek, or even something else - then he probably felt kind of disarmed by the whole ordeal. weakened. and that doesn't sit right with derek. so.
ssssso. time. to. reach out. and make a friend. potentially. with the guy he jerked off for like, eight hours, while very desperately wanting to fuck him and only barely managing to resist. that's cool. this'll be easy enough. okay. ]
Cassidy.
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Derek. I'm Derek. It's Derek. Fort Derek. From the Fort. Harmony.
[There's a lot of mixed feelings about the fort, pleased as he initially was to finally step out into the sunlight without going up in flames. That joy started to wear thin as the days went on, his lack of vampirism making him feel strangely vulnerable after relying heavily on his regenerative powers for nearly a century. Was that how normal people always felt? Distant fear and dread of death and injury around every corner? The lack of booze and drugs didn't help either, withdrawal in a human body is just an all around shitty experience. At least that VitD shit helped.
Still, there'd been some fun, aside from the weak ass human feelings, the murder and the being locked in one area for a long ass period of time. The days had been broken up by a whole bunch of close encounters. Some more eager than others...
Speaking of close encounters.]
wow ur smooth hi fort derek surprisd u remember me name lol
[No grudges held. Their meeting was on even ground as far as Cassidy is concerned. Just two guys trying to deal with the weirdness that was the Fort.]
[She's easily lead, even leaning into his touch. Her arm gently curls around him in turn, dainty hand cupped to his side so that she tucks right on in in a comfortable, lazy way. The concept of a century worth of knowledge is appealing and her eyes are wide with wonder. She loves these truth-telling masks, how sweet they are.]
You're telling me you're not human? Tell me about what makes you special. If I'm going to break my vows, I need to feel compelled.
[Welp, he probably shared a little more than he meant to there, come to think of it. Contradicting his thoughts of keeping his status a secret from a nun like her, and then blurting out words like 'my kind' in the very next sentence. As an honest type, he's not entirely surprised by the truth escaping him a little too easily, but he's mildly disappointed in himself for being such a snitch of his own abilities. Then again, lying to a chick just to bed her is sort of shitty anyway, so maybe this is for the best.]
I'm a hundred and twenty year old vampire. [Sure did just come straight out with that, huh? Whatever, it's cool, he'll just keep going, even as his arm around her tightens juuuust a tiny bit more. Please don't run away.]
Way I've heard it, your lot tend to put us on the same bleedin' line as demons and the like. Hardly seems fair if y'ask me, practically racism, is it not?
[Outside of wherever it is they decided to meet. Be it the man's home or the first place he might be given any trouble for not being wit a dominant. Ciro is still getting used to how things work here, but that's one thing that he doesn't actually get to forget. Even as a dominant, he still sees how submissives get treated and it's always a bit awkward.
He's leaned up against a building, cigarette to his lips, dressed casually in black skinny jeans worn through at the knees, and a sleeveless black shirt. His hair is glamoured to be long and dark, his usual look when he's out and about, but he's not sure what to expect from this at all. Meeting a strange vampire he doesn't know to eat food off of naked bodies? Sure, why the hell not?]
[Cassidy emerges, as promised, a minute or two later from a bar in the Down, having knocked back more than a few whiskies in the last few hours. As a mostly unambitious sub, there's not much else for him to be doing beyond drinking his time away, so any distraction from that is a welcome one.
His own clothing is very thrift store chic, a mismatch of poorly fitted and old clothes that somehow manage to work together. Barely. It doesn't look like he's shaved in a few days and his hair is an unstyled mess of curls with bleached tips nearly grown out. But scruffy or not, he's still perfectly approachable as he jogs over, grinning cheerfully.]
Heya, mate. Got a spare? [Already eyeing up that cigarette.]
It's an elegant and clearly professionally gift-wrapped set of packages, as well as three mézeskalács individually wrapped in see-through cellophane and tied off with a black and white bow to match the rest of the wrapping design.
Finally, there is a black envelope containing a black paper letter. The writing is in Oswald's own hand, in gold ink:
To make use of at your convenience.
Behind the letter is an afternoon's private suit fitting with pampering for two. All expenses for the private tailor, refreshments, materials and one full men's bespoke suit to be charged to the Clockhouse.
[ Persephone spent some time trying to find out what everyone’s favorite baked treat is just for this occasion.
A carefully packaged container topped with a ribbon will be delivered to their residence. Within Cassidy will find his favorite baked treat, or perhaps his second (or third) favorite if Persephone couldn’t get an answer to his top favorite. The baked goods are as fresh as she could manage.
[ chances are this will show up either a couple of days early or maybe even the day after christmas, because harley's so scattered that she's just been buying gifts at random.
but cassidy's gets left right outside his bedroom door for whenever he stumbles out first thing in the morning, so hopefully he doesn't trip over the box containing the sequined bomber jacket she's bought him. ]
merry xmas baby here's hoping this is 1 of many xoxo harley 💋
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it was - fun. for what it was. getting cass off again and again, touching him, trying to drain him, trying to overload him. but they were both high and they were both human, and derek doesn't know if cass is always human, but if, by some chance, he's not - if, by some chance, he's a werewolf, like derek, or even something else - then he probably felt kind of disarmed by the whole ordeal. weakened. and that doesn't sit right with derek. so.
ssssso. time. to. reach out. and make a friend. potentially. with the guy he jerked off for like, eight hours, while very desperately wanting to fuck him and only barely managing to resist. that's cool. this'll be easy enough. okay. ]
Cassidy.
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Derek.
I'm Derek.
It's Derek.
Fort Derek. From the Fort. Harmony.
Hello.
un: assidy
Still, there'd been some fun, aside from the weak ass human feelings, the murder and the being locked in one area for a long ass period of time. The days had been broken up by a whole bunch of close encounters. Some more eager than others...
Speaking of close encounters.]
wow
ur smooth
hi fort derek
surprisd u remember me name lol
[No grudges held. Their meeting was on even ground as far as Cassidy is concerned. Just two guys trying to deal with the weirdness that was the Fort.]
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[She's easily lead, even leaning into his touch. Her arm gently curls around him in turn, dainty hand cupped to his side so that she tucks right on in in a comfortable, lazy way. The concept of a century worth of knowledge is appealing and her eyes are wide with wonder. She loves these truth-telling masks, how sweet they are.]
You're telling me you're not human? Tell me about what makes you special. If I'm going to break my vows, I need to feel compelled.
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I'm a hundred and twenty year old vampire. [Sure did just come straight out with that, huh? Whatever, it's cool, he'll just keep going, even as his arm around her tightens juuuust a tiny bit more. Please don't run away.]
Way I've heard it, your lot tend to put us on the same bleedin' line as demons and the like. Hardly seems fair if y'ask me, practically racism, is it not?
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you were interested in coke and some other shit?
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y? u startd dealing?
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Saw this and thought of you
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You’re here too, aren’t you?
[ gonna be SO MAD AT THE POWERS THAT BE if the city changed or whatever and cass didn’t come with it >:| ]
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I know this is a long shot, but
Are you still around?
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im not goin anywhere. whaddya need lad?
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[Outside of wherever it is they decided to meet. Be it the man's home or the first place he might be given any trouble for not being wit a dominant. Ciro is still getting used to how things work here, but that's one thing that he doesn't actually get to forget. Even as a dominant, he still sees how submissives get treated and it's always a bit awkward.
He's leaned up against a building, cigarette to his lips, dressed casually in black skinny jeans worn through at the knees, and a sleeveless black shirt. His hair is glamoured to be long and dark, his usual look when he's out and about, but he's not sure what to expect from this at all. Meeting a strange vampire he doesn't know to eat food off of naked bodies? Sure, why the hell not?]
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[Cassidy emerges, as promised, a minute or two later from a bar in the Down, having knocked back more than a few whiskies in the last few hours. As a mostly unambitious sub, there's not much else for him to be doing beyond drinking his time away, so any distraction from that is a welcome one.
His own clothing is very thrift store chic, a mismatch of poorly fitted and old clothes that somehow manage to work together. Barely. It doesn't look like he's shaved in a few days and his hair is an unstyled mess of curls with bleached tips nearly grown out. But scruffy or not, he's still perfectly approachable as he jogs over, grinning cheerfully.]
Heya, mate. Got a spare? [Already eyeing up that cigarette.]
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y?
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text; un: hq
so apparently there's another me that just showed up
like harley from another universe
it's majorly weird
like she has a hyena too and everything
not bruce though
i think she called him something different on her post
[ not the important takeaway here, but harley's freaking out a little. ]
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is she hot?
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[good old fashioned snail-mail]
❄️ [Christmas Eve ]
There's a delivery to Cassidy's residence.
It's an elegant and clearly professionally gift-wrapped set of packages, as well as three mézeskalács individually wrapped in see-through cellophane and tied off with a black and white bow to match the rest of the wrapping design.
Unwrapping the rectangular gift reveals a wooden box containing an intricately designed knuckle duster.
Unwrapping the cylinder shaped gift reveals a a bottle of whiskey.
Finally, there is a black envelope containing a black paper letter. The writing is in Oswald's own hand, in gold ink:
To make use of at your convenience.
Behind the letter is an afternoon's private suit fitting with pampering for two. All expenses for the private tailor, refreshments, materials and one full men's bespoke suit to be charged to the Clockhouse.
text; un: assidy
u gonna be my pamper +1?
text; un: the_penguin
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Delivery on the 24th
A carefully packaged container topped with a ribbon will be delivered to their residence. Within Cassidy will find his favorite baked treat, or perhaps his second (or third) favorite if Persephone couldn’t get an answer to his top favorite. The baked goods are as fresh as she could manage.
Attached is a note the reads: ]
text; un: assidy
text; un: Persephone
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christmas delivery—
but cassidy's gets left right outside his bedroom door for whenever he stumbles out first thing in the morning, so hopefully he doesn't trip over the box containing the sequined bomber jacket she's bought him. ]
merry xmas baby
here's hoping this is 1 of many
xoxo harley 💋
Christmas Gift
I got a couple glasses we can use if you want someone to share this with. Otherwise just enjoy and Merry Christmas!
Vash