Lucian Layn Blackwood ⟩⟩ Lucy/BK ⟩⟩ Male ⟩⟩ 25 ⟩⟩ Vampire ⟩⟩> Mentions: Samael (Indir.) Driver (NPC, Dir.)

From the glaring bright light of the morning sun that the curtains did little to block out, to the familiar tone of his phones buzzing alarm, Lucy couldn't exactly tell which he hated more. He felt himself roll over in his covers, savouring the warmth and comfort his bed gave him, but despite wishing to live in this blissful ignorance he knew he had far too many important matters to tend to, and it wouldn't be wise to delay anything more than need be.

His hand stretched out from the bed sheets, blindly feeling around as he tried to find the source of the insistent buzzing that seemed to rattle his head in its still sleepy and groggy state. He began to grow a little infuriated as he couldn't find it with shut eyes and a wandering hand, leaving him next to no choice but to reluctantly sit up on the bed, peeling back the bed sheets as he squinted his eyes open to finally grasp his phone. He swiftly dismissed the alarm, letting out a soft squeak as he stretched and yawned, the movement causing his shirt to ride up a little to expose his fair skin to the chilled air of the room.

Suppressing a shudder, Lucy hauled himself to his feet as he stepped away from the bed, feeling as the sheets slid away from his form the further he got. His movements were incredibly sluggish and not at all energetic or graceful as they usually were.

"I knew I should've turned in when I had the chance-- DAYUM!!" Lucian quickly exclaimed as he finally got a look at himself. His eyes were so blood shot, almost matching the hot pink of his iris's, accompanied by the horrific dark bags that settled beneath his eyes. He looked like he had done a few things plus some more. Like a truck had run him over, only to back up and then drive over once again. He grimaced as he noticed how his hair stuck out in all angles as well, looking like an untamed and wild birds nest that had gone off the blueprints for a bit of freestyle. This was going to take some time. A lot of time. And a lot of product.

He fired up the shower, hearing as it ran down the walls with a thunderous roar. Oh how he loved the water pressure of this place. When Samael had moved them off to some hidden away warehouse, his first instincts had been to either hurl, run or both at the same time. He could never soil his clothing or his stunning good looks in a place that seemed like a dungeon hand picked from one of those overly dramatic fantasy novels. Never in a hundred or even a thousand years, would he be caught in a place like that. He had taken what savings he had, instead choosing to stay elsewhere until the coven found a more... Suitable place to stay in. A base of operations you might call it.

Steam filled the bathroom as the fan whirred overhead, keeping the air moving as Lucy slid out of his sleep wear before stepping into the shower. It was always what he needed the morning after such big events. There had been a party the previous night to celebrate the new partnership between two design companies who had decided to better both brands through a collaboration. Of course Lucy had been the one to orchestrate plenty of said party, by organizing meetings between both companies and suggesting the ideas they had taken to so well. For once, he hadn't even felt the need to use his vampiric ability to softly nudge them in the direction he desired them to go in. Nope. Not one bit. Most of the decisions much to Lucian's relief had been of their own free will, and the party was surely one he wouldn't forget anytime soon.

The warm water washed over Lucian's body, gently massaging the stiffness that had formed overnight during his sleep. He spent a few minutes washing up his hair and face, doing his best to ignore the mark that had BLESSED his face since birth. How he despised the awful mark. But there was little he could do to rid himself of it, and so the next best option available was the one he used day after day. Cover it up.

The shower handle squeaked as he turned the water off, shaking his head as his silvery white hair hung in his eyes ever so slightly, dripping with water that ran along his nose and jawline to drop from his chin. Stepping out, he dried his hands on his towel, reaching for his phone as he quickly unlocked it and opened up his Spotify, hitting shuffle as Birds of a Feather by Billie Eilish began to fill the steaming room.

Happily, Lucian bopped his head in time to the song, setting about getting ready for the day. It took quite a decent amount of time, from the blow drying and styling of his hair, to the soft amount of make-up he wore on his face, but soon he felt he was ready to face the day. Gripping a hair tie between his teeth, he bunched the longer pieces of black hair at the back of his head up, gripping it as he slowly guided the locks through the band before tying it up in his usual ponytail.

Pink eyes gazed down to his phone screen with the softest hint of narrowing as he pressed the on button again. It was... Unusually quiet today. Usually by now he'd have texts and emails galore, maybe even a few missed calls. But as he stared at the screen, no notifications were there to greet him. A pleasant surprise none the less. Perhaps he could afford to take his time this morning, maybe grab a coffee and some breakfast to go.

A soft smile graced his lips as he wrapped his towel around his waist, making his way to the bedroom once again as he started to soft through his countless outfits of clothing in his wardrobe. It took a little while for him to find something he was content with, but soon he settled for one of his personal favourites. A set of zebra print leggings, paired with a hot pink jacket to match his eyes that he chose to wear slightly off his shoulders. He slipped a black tank top on underneath the jacket, feeling the soft hug it gave his torso to outline the dips and contours of his toned muscular form beneath. He then slipped on some black dress shoes that gleamed in the sun's soft glow as he threw open the curtains to greet his room.

Boxes were still piled around the place, his belongings staying put until the coven found a better suited place to live in. Until then, his stuff would remain in their boxes lest he actually need something from them. Just to save the hassle of unpacking just to repack again shortly after. Mind you, that was if things went well. Worst case scenario, it would be months, maybe even years before that happened. The thought alone was enough for Lucy to shudder.

'Yeah, no thank you.' He thought internally, dreading the situation his imagination had conjured up against his will.

With one last glance at himself, Lucy placed the white plaster over the birthmark on his cheek, ensuring the tape stuck properly and wouldn't risk falling off during the day. With a firm nod to make sure it wasn't at risk of doing so, he plucked his sun glasses from the bedside table top as he placed them upon his face, feeling the familiar weight of them being supported by his nose as he carried himself out of the apartment, locking the door as he then lifted his phone up to his ear, dialing a number.

"Heyyy boo, you know what time it is, meet me out front in five, myeah?" He spoke cheerfully to the man on the other end of the line. Barely a day went by when he didn't speak to his driver, no matter what time it was, he was always just a call away from Lucy. Needless to mention, Lucian always tipped the guy well. Perhaps too well... Maybe that played some part of the reason as to why the guy would always race for Lucian upon getting the call no matter where he was or what he was doing. But who was Lucy to complain? It was hella convenient and they always had the best talks in the car rides to and from places.

His footsteps echoed as he made his way down the buildings floors, before stepping through the glass doors to the street as he saw the familiar black 2017 Audi A5 sportback waiting for him as it always was, the driver leaning up against it's side before his gaze caught onto Lucian's form, or rather, the very bright colours of his jacket and the striking pattern of his leggings. "Good morning Mister Blackwood! Looking fantastic as always sir." The driver greeted as Lucy flashed him a dashing smile.

"Oh you~ You're far too charming for your own good sometimes. Best put some of that aside for a girl hmm?" Lucy hummed teasingly as the drive shook his head in amusement. "You know I've been married for three years now Mister Blackwood." He said with a light chuckle as he closed the door after Lucy had slid into the backseat.

"Lucky girl then." Lucian smirked, loving the way his driver refused to get flustered by his teasing anymore.

When they first met, Lucy's comments had always left the man sputtering and a nervous confused mess. But now? Now the driver managed to brush it off so easily, refusing to let it phase him anymore. He knew Lucian was only ever joking or teasing to get a rise from him, but he had to admit, he enjoyed the banter they shared.

"I'm thinking perhaps I might have enough charm for the both of us. Maybe then you might have a chance of finding someone of your own Mister Blackwood." The driver managed to quip back, earning a snicker from his passenger in the backseat.

"Is that so? Well then. I suppose I should be grateful for you." Lucy hummed as he gazed out the window of the car as they pulled out into the street.

"Same place as usual sir?" The driver inquired, casting a glance to his rearview mirror as Lucy nodded.

"Same place as usual." Lucian echoed his words as confirmation as the car navigated through the streets. His thoughts began to wander as he mindlessly stared out the car window, watching the buildings and people flash by in unfocused blurs through the blue tint of his sunglasses. He had already given up on the idea of a morning coffee and some breakfast, choosing that he would treat himself later. If he started to spoil himself now, he might make a habit of it and his time was already so precious to him.

Calliope Leonatus | Second-In-Command Vampire | Mentions:

Samael (Dir.) Niemir, Vincent, Lucian (Indir.)

The look of pure indifference that she received in response to her question from the young male made her eye twitch with obvious annoyance. His reclined position, arm extended demurely across the back of his broken chair. He was a picture of nonchalance and it irritated her. Even his smile as he spoke was teasing, coaxing her into hissing out a sharp insult, he always played this game. Frankly, Calliope thought it to be childish. Then again, by comparison he was akin to a toddler.

She barely managed to draw another shaking breath from her cigarette and tap the ash from the end, letting it fall onto the concrete floor before he was chattering again. Flailing himself around, twisting to look behind himself at Vincent. Though, she did ponder on the location of their lead as well. However, as if on command and summoned by the mere mention of his name. Calliope heard the familiar steady footsteps from behind her, beneath Niemir’s dramatic proclaims about dying, she could sense Samael’s approach. Deliberately, Calliope rested her hand on her waist, simply staring at Niemir as Samael closed the distance across the warehouse. It looked as though she needn’t bother to speak to the young man, he was about to be slotted back into his place.

Instead of speaking as she heard the familiar call of her muse, she stepped to the side to allow Samael to enter the group as the head of the conversion. Afterall, it was what his presence commanded. Even without speaking, he could gain the attention of an entire stadium of people. That was what had drawn her to him all those years ago, back when she was a young lady enamoured by his incredible mind. Then one day, Samael had vanished into the mist, she thought she would never live to see him again. Beside herself, she resigned to live her life as her parents had intended. Prancing around the upper class, attending groundbreaking fashion events.

Bursting with youth, she was to be the next big name. Calliope Leonatus, prepared to take on the world. Alas, that is not what the universe had in store for her. Like a pitiful child, she had been swiped from the streets of Paris and pulled down a thin alleyway. The hot breath of another being on her neck, like an uncontrollable animal, the other woman had pinned her to the brick. Proclaimed her adoration for Calliope, that she was an incredible woman with a brilliant mind. A mind that had to be preserved. With that, the searing pain of fangs slicing into her neck. Since that night, she had become a recluse. Her new desires had been dreadful, awfully distasteful for a woman to participate in. Kept under the claws of that woman, Lilliana, a prized pet.

Only when she had been walking alone one night, did she meet the familiar amber eyes of Samael and her world became so much bigger. Instant recognition of what he was, the same as her. That she could leave with him. However, leaving with him meant befriending and defending her position by his side. Which she did without hesitation, something about him drew her in like a black hole, dragging up her more vicious nature. In fact, it had been on Samael’s command that she ripped Lilliana’s trachea out from her throat. Proof that she would not have divided loyalties with her creator. Drenched in Lilliana’s blood, she had walked with confidence back to Samael and never looked back.

“Mm, nothing of great interest. Simply complaining children.” Calliope pushed out another breath tinged with smoke, directing it away from Samael. Niemir was useful in a way, but he was new. He needed to prove himself. She watched as the male straightened his spine where he sat in the chair and gazed up at Samael, eyes bright with focus. A short grunt came from her throat at the sight, her eyes turned towards the door to the warehouse. There should be more of them here, not that she liked the warehouse. Far too used to living lavishly, fanned out on the large beds of the best hotels, Lucy by her side as they paged through their receipts from that days endeavours. God, she wished she had gone with him to stay anywhere but this dingy place. Yet, she would not leave Samael’s side. If he resided here, then so did she. On that note…

Calliope picked the stub of a cigarette from the end of the holder and flicked it to the ground, using her red-bottomed heels to smush out the light. She picked up the lingering scent upon Samael as he had walked up to them, but now with the tainted air cleared, it was as plain as day. A knowing smile drew itself onto her dark red lips, taking a few pointed steps towards Samael, positioning herself squarely in front of him.

Making a small show of drawing in a deep breath and pouring it back out, her eyes closed before she spoke. “You smell as though you had a fun night.” Her words dripped from her lips and her eyes snapped back open to stare confidently up at his own. It was true, the lingering metallic scent of blood, indicated a recent meal. Not only that, the salty wisp beneath it implied something more. Calliope tilted her head to the side slowly. “You could have shared.” Her lips drew into a small pout.

Calliope had always appreciated that she could converse freely with her leader, far more freely than others of the coven. Though, she knew not to push it too far. Gentle toying and suggestions to their plans were as far as she would step over the line of leadership, she respected him far too much to head any further. Her pout had quickly reverted back to a sly smile, straightening her head.

“I shall have to find my own plaything this evening, I suppose.” She hummed, twisting her body back around to look over her shoulder towards the small gathering of vampires. She itched to inquire as to when they would be free to leave this warehouse, but that was a question to be asked when they did not have an audience. That and what his exact intentions of moving them there had been. Then again, Samael’s intentions were never black and white. Every shade of grey to exist, yes. But never black and white.

“Would you like me to do anything in particular for you, Samael?” Calliope decided that Niemir was boring her, he had amused her enough for the day and could be sent off into town to carry out the obviously menial task that their leader had just assigned. Her neck righted itself, her eyes training themselves upon Samael once more. Gazing up at him in anticipation for the next words that would come from his lips.

Niemir Archambeau | Medic Assistant Vampire | Mentions:

Vincement (Dir.) Calliope, Samael,(Indir.)

Niemir had parted his lips to make a further comment on his destitute boredom when Calliope had stepped aside and he honed in on the approaching Samael. He rocketed upright in his seat, eyes bright and alert once again as he watched the much older man make his advance. Well, this was not favourable. For Samael to see him flailing around like a fish and mouthing off to his favourite coven member. Certainly not.

He tried to correct himself quickly enough, sitting upright and giving his undivided attention to their leader. Alas, when Samael spoke his heart dropped. He had witnessed it. A sharp jab of embarrassment came over the young man and he almost shied away, about to cast his gaze to the floor when he had the thought that if he did so Samael may strike his head from his neck for the weakness. Instead, Niemir only tensed his shoulders and offered a small nod of acknowledgement towards the knowledge that he had been given.

Once Calliope had rounded to pout at Samael, Niemir felt his body lighten now that it was not under the stern gaze. He twisted in his chair to glance at Vincent momentarily, observing how the man was simply watching them. Quickly he got to his feet, at least Samael had given them an excuse to get out of this place. Deciding that he would rather not be lectured by his mentor for his insolence, he headed for Vincent.

He bent down at the waist briefly, stretching out the muscles along his back, giving a small grunt of effort. Whipping himself back upright, he cocked his head up to look at Vincent. Staring boldly at him before he parted his lips to speak.

“Do you want to go into town?” He offered a simple question. In all honesty, Niemir felt rather bad for the other man. He couldn’t talk and was often shunted the terrible housework that no one else wanted to do. At least if Niemir could get him out into the town, Vincent couldn’t be assigned laundry or whatever stupid task Samael could come up with.

“Only if you want to come, obviously. Don’t feel pressured.” Niemir glance away, giving a side-long look towards Calliope and Samael. His eyebrows knitting together briefly in scrutiny.

Well, it was more envy about the freedom that the woman had. While others were strapped in tightly to the regime, she could flaunt around and dish out her venom to whomever she pleased and still go back to Samael and be praised for the callousness. Samael was a commanding presence that he respected, even if it was half fuelled by fear of losing his life to the man. Niemir could see the power he held, especially amongst their coven. It would be stupid to try and shoot back a retort. That much he knew, and as much as the others thought him to be an oaf, he did in fact have a brain banging around in his skull. When he thought about it like that, maybe they deserved each other.

Niemir let out a short huff through his nose, turning his attention back to the larger male. “Well?” He pressed. Even if Vincent couldn’t talk, Niemir could do enough chatting for the both of them and then some. Truthfully, he just wanted out into the open. To breathe in some fresh air and take in the town, see what was up for grabs, meals included. He had heard a few people the night they had arrived, but had yet to venture out to explore.

On that note, Niemir peered down at himself. He supposed he was ‘tactful’ enough, but perhaps the vest was a little bit much for their current environment. As much as it pained him, Niemir began to fiddle with the tightly strapped vest to remove it from his chest. Giving occasional peeks up towards Vincent to catch any gesture the man was trying to show him. The silken black material was easy to remove after it had been unbuttoned, carefully he folded it over his left forearm, he would store it in one of the boxes on the way out. He would absolutely not place it down on these dirty broken chairs, it would ruin the fine fabric.

Niemir let his eyes drift back up to Vincent and gave him his complete attention, staring up at him with wide unblinking eyes.

Lucian Layn Blackwood ⟩⟩ Lucy/BK ⟩⟩ Male ⟩⟩ 25 ⟩⟩ Vampire ⟩⟩> Mentions: Saul (Dir.) Driver (NPC, Indir.) Calliope (Dir.)

"You? No angel? Now that's the biggest load of bullshit I done heard since I was last near one of them cow farms." Lucy chuckled sweetly with a wide smile, his eyes lighting up beneath the blue tinted lenses of his sunglasses in joy. "Come now Saul dear, you must give yourself some credit where it's due. Ain't no one ever come by as talented and sweet as you honeybun." He continued as he sent a small wink in the boys direction.

"I suppose I really shouldn't keep my driver waiting too long now. You had best clear a day in your busy schedule soon boo, we gotta do another coffee catch up sometime and go over things. I've been dying to hear from you!" Lucian called out as he began to make his way towards the waiting car with his bags of goods. He was reluctant to go, wishing he could just brush off the days duties and errands to spend time with someone he so adored listening too, to hear about his life and the happenings in it. But there would come a time and a place, and unfortunately for Lucian, neither were here or now.

"Until next time love!" Lucy waved a final time before slotting himself back into the back seat of the waiting car, shifting the bags of clothes around carefully so as to not crease or ruffle any of the materials inside. He'd be caught six feet under before he ever gifted someone anything that was handled so carelessly. ESPECIALLY, to his darling, his best friend in crime, his sister from another mother, any of the fancy or silly titles you could think of.

His lips tugged up in a soft, content smile as he sunk back in the cars seat slightly, welcoming the feel of the soft, cushiony leather. He knew he had just been driven in the car earlier before picking up the clothes, but something about doing certain things over after the first time seemed to really bring out the many feelings he missed the first time around. He found himself feeling more relaxed, more chipper, and a hell of a lot more excited for what came next.

The driver drove a ways way out of the town, eventually coming to a stop at a long winding driveway by a fairly forested area. The driveway was mainly gravel, with dirt and stones paving the way down into the shaded region of the trees. Lucy felt his cheeks grow a little warmer as he realized he was beginning to feel even a little giddy. The thought of seeing Calli again, of seeing her reaction to his gifts, all of it brought such warm feelings to his body. With a short and sweet farewell, Lucian gathered up the bags once more, heading down the long winded driveway as his driver pulled back onto the road, disappearing from sight.

It didn't take too long for Lucy to make his way down the path as the horrid sight of the slightly rundown warehouse came into view. Much to his displeasure, the driveway did little miracles for his black dress shoes which were now coated in a fine layer of dust. He felt much like a beacon in this depressing display of a base. From his bright, exotic patterned outfit to the happy mood he had the nagging feeling might not last as long as he wished it to.

With a small deep breath in, he opened the warehouse doors with a flourishing motion, his bright hot pink jacket catching the smallest rays of sunlight that managed to slip through the tree tops outside as he began to stride inside.

"Now now, not everyone get up all at once, but your shining star has finally arrived~" Lucy drawled on rather dramatically as he flashed his usual confident smirk.

"My time is rather precious, so if anyone would tell me where my darling is--" Lucy's gaze shifted around the room before immediately landing on Calliope as his smile only grew grander.

"CALLI! DARLING! Oh how I have missed the beautiful sight of you, my dear goddess-!" Lucy exclaimed as he rushed over to her in a few small strides, his long legs and tall frame clearing the distance with ease as he reached for her, planting a kiss on both her cheeks in greeting.

"Oh, you would not believe some of the styles the company's have been coming out with lately Darling. I saw these and just knew I had to get them for you." Lucy spoke in a slightly higher pitched voice, eagerly handing the bags of clothes over to Calli as he watched her closely to examine her every expression. Every gasp, every tug of her beautiful lips. Gods above, how was he graced with the company of such a perfect specimen as herself?

He couldn't imagine a life without his best friend in it. Oh how dull everything would be without their shared criticisms, their banter, the long winding conversations about everything yet nothing that seemed to go on forever. Lucy's fingers curled around the back of a nearby chair as he pulled it out, settling himself down as he rested his chin upon his palms, pink eyes focused on the woman in front of him.