This is serious business. He was just stopping by to drop off some mangoes he brought back for her from the Philippines. They’re supposed to be the best. They’ll make a good study snack.
Pfff … Whose house does she think she’s in? There’s a cabinet in the garage stocked full of supplies for strays, big and small.
He neglects his own dripping wet hair to towel them off one by one as they wobble around his floor but get nowhere far.
She runs to fulfill his request without hesitation, returning with a few towels, including one for him.
Oh gosh, they’re adorable. Poor little babies. . . They must be starving. Do they still have some of that kitten milk replacer?
Fingers still busied with her hair, he shakes his head, eyes drifting thoughtfully towards the wall. It’s been a long time since he’s even considered sitting down to watch something fictional when every day already holds all the drama, action, and horror he’ll ever need. —
Her hands hold her up on the bed as she faces the too-charming vampire she has long known as the most beautiful person she has ever seen. It’s a difficult thing to get used to, even now.
She tilts her head to one side and lets him adjust her hair.
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archetypes.
Plucking the cigarette from his lips, he offers another hand to help her up, so she can have her pick. “And this is still where you wanna be, huh?”
The music grows louder as they weave through the crowd of leather jackets that dance around red embers. Someone shoves a bottle into Bowie’s free hand in passing. Another vampire mutters something obscene for Bowie’s ears only that makes the leader flick cigarette ash at him, —
Roslyn lets him keep her hand a second longer than necessary, cigarette tucked between her lips as the flame catches. She watches him through the first curl of smoke with the kind of look that always lingers too long to be accidental.
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inciting a howl from the subordinate who’s clearly been overindulgent on victims with beer-tainted veins.
He puts a protective hand behind Roslyn’s back, guiding her towards Miles’s truck bed, which contains all of the refreshments to satisfy both living and dead —
She could never forget how tactical he is with business operations, but with her? Give her a break. Does he think she acts differently with him than anyone else?