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@firepaints 
            
            “You’re a fool Rafayel” she hissed, though her voice quivered. “A heartbeat? You’d risk your life that easily? You have no idea what kind of people you’ve crossed.”
            She shook her head, anger and fear warring in her expression. “You’re a nobleman, an artist…you’re not meant for this. A broken bone, a gash— that’s the worst they would have given me. But you? They would not have hesitated.”
            Her hands balled into fists. “Stay out of it. I couldn’t bear it if you got hurt because of me.”

" I know, but seeing you in danger... I couldn't just stand by I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Don't worry about me just know you're safe now. "

@firepaints |
            
            “I wasn’t gonna  /die/, Rafayel… but you still almost risked yourself for me.. how could you do that?! You scared me to death”

@_T0NIGHT I'll honestly read that especially if it's about vampire Sylus. He's soooo fine!!

@Azarialove21 
            
            The amount of lore potential vampire sylus has is crazy.. so yes I need me a vampire lore to write about ugh!!

@_T0NIGHT I'm glad we're finally getting vampire Sylus, he's my second favorite. I really need a vampire rp because of Sylus's Myth lol. 

@gianthero | “I was just lost in thought.” She paused examining his face “Strange, though… most people hesitate when they’re this close to me. You don’t?”

@remsomnia | then do tell me, what kind of /people/ are supposed to be here lovely?

@firepaints 
            “Prove?” She asked quirking her brow in amusement “well here you go” she said with a teasing smile leaning in to kiss his cheek “is that better?” Before pulling back.

"Not even close. You can do better than this, love. Prove how much you missed me."

@firepaints “is this not close enough? Mister painter?” She giggled “I missed you dearly”

     he nodded in sort of thanks,  running his hands through his hair  —  a habit out of irritation or nerves he’s never been able to break.  “hunters always do.”  he mumbled,  putting a few steps between them.  
                 his attitude sours further,  at this point he doesn’t keep the annoyance hidden.  “my life is none of your concern.  and i don’t care who’s target you think i am.  i’ve had a target on my back for a long time now,  i can take care of myself.”

@baredteeth | Grace froze, then slowly withdrew the blade a few inches, her breath steadying.
            “…Apologies. I reacted too quickly.”
            Her eyes narrow as she studies him again, as if recalibrating everything she thought she knew.
            “Sebastian, right?”
            She steps aside just enough to give him space, though her posture stays defensive.
            “Your life is in danger. You may not have men, you may not know what’s coming—but someone out there thinks you’re their target. And they’re not the kind who make mistakes.”
            Her voice drops, quieter, more urgent.
            “I’m not your enemy. But if you stay here arguing semantics, you’ll meet one.”

for a moment,  confusion flickered across his expression before returning to his usual semi annoyance.  “i don’t know what you’re talking about,  hunter.  i have no men,  it’s just me.  whatever you think you’re hunting,  you got the wrong guy.  ”

Lucien leaned forward until their noses would almost touch as he stared right into her dark eyes. His own eyes weren't flickering while he listened to her words and he wouldn't really react to any kind but he somehow grew a bit impatient. 
            "Well, I never knew a little huntress would ask so many questions... it shouldn't matter to you why I want him dead or am I wrong? I hired you to hunt him down and to kill him and not to sniff around in my office, asking all kind of questions and not doing your job." His voice was low, calm but still a little sharp at the end of his sentences as he leaned a bit back again and raised one eyebrow up. 
            "I know you're a woman with pride, strength and intelligence but it takes more than a brain and beauty to make me tell you secrets that I wouldn't even tell my men. So drop the act and do the job i paid you for..." he said with a small scoff because it slowly starter to annoy him. The reason is rather simple why he wanted him dead. It's  not about the money, simply because he knew he wouldnt even see the money anymore... no... the reason why he wanted him dead is because he saw something that he shouldn't  have and even if he promised not to tell anyone he would do it unser the pressure. Lucien also wanted to be gracious and bring him the death a little earlier than planned but this guy always disappeared. Also he hid his money somewhere and lucien wanted to know where. A few simple reasons but like hell he would tell it a stranger he just met today. He could tell that she was also hiding something from him even if she acted like she wanted to seduce him somehow. Yes he knew she was beautiful and yes he kinda felt a pulling sensation towards her but thats all there is and he would never ever act disrespectful towards her or let her have control over him. 

@Blxck-Rose |
            
            “So tell me something, Lucien…” she began, voice low and velvet-smooth, “why chase a man who’s already drowned in his own ruin?”
            She tilted her head, watching him with a predator’s curiosity and a woman’s knowing smirk.
            “A man who’s lost everything doesn’t run. He limps. He hides. He waits for death to catch up.” Her fingertips tapped lightly against his desk, a soft, rhythmic challenge. “But you? You’re acting like he’s still got something worth bleeding for.”
            Grace leaned in slightly, close enough that her breath brushed the space between them, close enough to see every flicker in his eyes.
            “People don’t butcher their whole family over numbers on a ledger,” she said, tone dark but undeniably coaxing. “So either you’re not telling me everything…” She let the implication sit, warm and sharp, before adding with a sly grin, “or you’re chasing a ghost for reasons that have nothing to do with business.”

"My men always know what they're doing. I just thought they already told you why I hired you" he said before letting out a deep sigh that sounded even more disappointed than any words could describe it. Lucien would look at her and directly into her eyes as they met. 
            "I heard that you hunt down people that are a little... special right? It annoys me to ask someone else but it seems my target is someone like that" he explained and grabbed a file from his desk before he held it into her direction. This file contains every little detail from a Man that he tried to hunt down. There weren't much informations about the man only that he killed his own family after he found out that he got a huge debt. A debt he couldn't pay back for over seven years. 
            "That is everything we know about him but it seems like he was hiding something" 

@sentimvntalist / it always warms my heart to hear you’re doing well

/ of course i have been. just a lot of uni work, but i’ve been well. 

@sentimvntalist / not the best at it, but I try my best lovely. Now tell me have you be taking care of yourself while I was gone?

a soft sigh left her as she noticed the other finally letting go of the dagger. this was progress, she thought— better than her launching it at her. this interaction could’ve gone a million different ways, and she was glad, thankful even, that it hadn’t ended tragically.
            
            “someone like you?” luneth scoffed a quiet chuckle, adjusting herself as she slowly moved closer, approaching her the way one would a wounded animal— because in a sense, grace was exactly that, something fragile and bristling.
            
            “what are you, some kind of exiled witch?” it was a poor attempt at a joke at best, and the soft chuckle that followed was only meant to ease the tension. 
            
            she finally reached for the other’s coat. “take this off,” she said, her tone gentler, “so i can take a better look at where you’re hurt.”

@soulstringss / Grace is simply a  golden retriever hiding behind a wolf.

@soulstringss |
            
            Grace set her weapon on the ground, fingers lingering on the hilt for a heartbeat longer than necessary before letting it rest completely. The simple act made her feel… exposed, but oddly lighter. “I’m not used to this,” she muttered, her gaze flicking away. “People don’t usually stick around for someone like me.” When the other mentioned going their separate ways, her chest tightened in a way she wasn’t ready to name. “I—” she started, then stopped, swallowing the words that might betray her, parting ways.. it’s normal right?. Her jaw clenched, and she forced the faintest shadow of a defeated smile. “Sure. Go ahead.. thank you..” she whispered.