[ That’s it for tonight. I think I’m gonna curl up with some anime until I crash. Night all~! ]
You can catch more flies with honey… (AdelMont)
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Adelaide’s advances, even in bat form, managed to be intimidating. Even for Lamont, who was currently so focused on his given task. Though he didn’t not outwardly exhibit a sign of tension, his heart rate quickened a little. But was it really fear he was feeling…? Or some twisted thrill? Either way, Lamont made a manic little giggle.
“I-I’ve got orders,” he said to her. “Eheheheheh… Very important orders~” He refrained from details, but why should he tell his target that he meant to collect her and bring her to Avery himself for whatever uses the man needed? Lamont was not especially clear on the details for that particular part of the plan, but he also did not feel an overwhelming desire to know. It wasn’t his place to ask questions… Always had been that way. Probably always would be. After all, Lamont was good at following orders.
Slipping his hands casually into his pockets, he started to saunter down the street, keeping Adelaide distracted with chit chatter.
“I’m sure it’d bore you, though,” he said vaguely. “A lady of your caliber and standing? Dealings of the working class misfits like myself must seem so bland.”
“Even while you’re being Avery’s lapdog you’re a terrible liar.” Adelaide said flatly. “I’m assuming our destination is somehow relevant to these orders of yours, so you’re absolutely right about that. This little detour has so far proved to be extremely boring, bland and tasteless to boot! I am extremely disappointed in you, Monty.”
Adelaide let out a long sigh, stretching her wings a bit.“Give me one good reason why I should humor you, and I’ll consider it.”
“Aww, hey…” Lamont seeming legitimately affronted. “Gimme some credit, Addy.” Tilting his head, he tried to look at her perched on his shoulder with the most appealing puppy eyes he could manage.
“Have I ever not been a source of entertainment for you~?” he appealed. “I really think you ought to humor me simply because of that… That’s why you’ve always liked coming back to me. Isn’t it~?”
“You are a louse.” Adelaide said simply. “A very entertaining louse nonetheless. You win this round, but things had better get exciting soon.”
You can catch more flies with honey… (AdelMont)
friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:
friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:
friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:
friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:
Lamont had his orders… He was dispatched to retrieve any remaining supernaturals that happened to still be surviving somewhere in the city.
It wasn’t very far from his usual job… The irony was not lost on him. And just like his old job, he knew where to look. He’d made a mental list, and was going through it as he strode through the streets.
Millie was on that list… He’d have to seek her out soon.
Connie was also on there, but Lamont had a few opinions on that which he kept to himself.
Lastly was… Adelaide.
He’d only run into her a few… Nights ago? This long dark was so difficult to tell one day from the next.
But in true Adelaide fashion, she hadn’t stayed long. Lamont wasn’t surprised, even if it did mean he had to go out of his way to find her. Which was a difficult task… Adelaide usually could not be found unless she wanted to be.
Too dark. Too quiet. Too empty. Too boring.
The city was hers, of course, but the trouble with her method of choice for setting up territory was that after a while there just wasn’t anyone to entertain herself with. Well, except for Lamont, who she could still smell. He hadn’t left. But he was also boring now. And tied down to what used to be a midnight snack.
Adelaide hadn’t exactly left that street corner. Only perched nonchalantly on the roof of a nearby building and cloaked her presence. Meanwhile, she watched Lamont preoccupy himself with what looked a lot like his normal behavior. Work, work, work. Gathering supplies nobody really cares about. Putting things in boxes. Looking for more things to put in boxes.
I’m beginning to question your sanity, Monty, she mused to herself, The world is such a dangerous place right now. Nobody is expecting any deliveries, idiot. Just what are you doing?
An hour passed. And then another. And another. And then finally Adelaide could stand watching no longer. She stood, and with a quick pivot of her heels and a sharp kick to the roof beneath her, launched her self skyward with a very soft, very precise clack of her heels.
A cloud of black mist or perhaps a puff of dark smoke surrounded her, and when she burst forth from within, she’d become several sizes smaller, furrier and the color of a fine red wine. The sound of leathery wings beating the empty sky into submission was all that could be heard as she watched her clothes fall to the city street below.
I’ll have to borrow something from Lamont later, I guess, she thought with a little smirk. I’ve been meaning to pilfer one of his dress shirts anyway. Imagine the look on his face when he finds it missing! Hah, what a dope!!
Speaking of the dope in question, when Adelaide found him, he was lurking around what used to be a pizza parlor.
“If you’re looking for the owner, he’s gone.” she stated, landing on top of a long-dead neon light. It squeaked as her weight caused the LED slice of pizza swung back and forth slightly. She glared at it as if to command it be silenced, and gravity complied. “Not my work either. He wasn’t my type.” She cleared her throat and crossed her wings over her chest, her tiny brow furrowing angrily. “Just what are you up to? I’ve been watching you putter around here like an old man for a lot longer than I like to admit.”
Lamont had been considering the husk of a building for an idle moment, no real interest in his mind beyond the fact that he could recall visiting the place more than once in his previous walk of life. And now the small restaurant was little more than an empty shell… Dark and devoid of any promise.
Adelaide descending on him might have startled Lamont. At least, she would have, if he’d been in any other mindset.
Tomes of impending doom were funny like that.
Instead, the deliveryman turned his eyes on the bat with a quirked eyebrow, the faint squeaking noise of the light echoing starkly on their empty section of street.
Lamont chose to answer by gesturing vaguely at the building.
“I was just thinking,” he said. “Remembering, really. About what this place used to be, to other people and to this city.” He couldn’t honestly imagine the place warranted so much philosophical consideration… And yet here he was. And it wasn’t all completely pointless. It had brought Adelaide to him, a fact that was not lost on Lamont. He smirked quietly to himself. “Always flattering to know I still seem to hold your interest, Adelaide…
I’ve been under orders lately,” he informed the shapely purple bat. “From high up. Very high up.” There was a brief pause, and Lamont could not resist adding, “From the man whose running this city now. Have you heard of him? Avery Rook.” There was a poignancy to the way Lamont stated Avery’s name, a very purposeful way to how his eyes focused even more intently on the vampire for her reaction. Adelaide was always the sort who preferred being on top. In every sense of the phrase.
Adelaide rolled her eyes slowly and as articulately as she possibly could muster.
“I know of him, yes.” she murmured.
He was a cocky little snot, Avery Rook. Admittedly, she had only met him once, when he’d come to give her what she could only imagine was an extremely rehearsed sales pitch.
She would have ignored him, if not for the fact that his goals seemed to be, at the very least, entertaining to think about. Adelaide had willingly joined his stuffy tea party in exchange for a piece of the action.
“Never thought I’d see a day when you’d be working for a guy like him. Oh, Monty, what is this world coming to?” Her lips curled up in a knowing smile, her eyes glinting in the shadows. “Oh, right.”
She chuckled lightly at that and took a playful little swan-dive off the shop sign to land on Lamont’s shoulder.
“Regardless of whether or not I was what you were looking for all evening, I’ve decided to join you. The city’s become a bit of a snooze-fest as of late. And that part is mostly my own work.”Lamont wasn’t even pulling anything to lure her in, and yet Adelaide was sitting on his shoulder out of her own volition.
Perhaps this would be a great deal easier than he thought… But to the deliveryman’s credit, he didn’t relay a thing about it in word or posture.
“Partying a little too hard, Adelaide?” he asked, sounding bemused. “I would ask what you will do with yourself after you’ve completely cleaned the city, but…” Lamont trailed off airily.
“I don’t think that will be an issue. Not for much longer.”
“Partying just enough, thanks.” she hissed. This new edgy, cryptic Lamont was almost twice as obnoxious as the usual laid-back-even-though-I-feel-like-I’m-being-forced-to-smile Lamont, and that put Adelaide on edge too.
It wasn’t right either, that’s for sure. Lamont was definitely hiding something. Or simply not telling her everything. The twitchy, nervous habits he’d normally display with such a gloomy outlook were missing—
Or maybe they were suppressed.
He also seemed to be very focused on time. Or lackthereof. Was he late for an appointment or something? Hah. An appointment. In this city. Adelaide almost laughed out loud at the thought. Perhaps he was short on time for other reasons beyond his control, what with all his erratic behavior.
Perhaps he was dying. Humans usually acted strange before they kicked the bucket—at least, when they knew it was coming. But if he was dying of a mortal wound or a disease of some sort, or hell, even natural causes, he’d smell like death, obviously. Furthermore, he would be more likely to spend his final moments with Connie.
So what was he doing out here looking for—
Oh.
“I’m flattered that you would choose me to share the End of Days with, Monty, but seeing as how I am perched quite close to your ear where there just so happens to be a delicious little artery I’ve always been meaning to try, I’m afraid you’ll have to bring me up to speed. What are you really doing out here, darling?”
To emphasize the little threat, Adelaide moved closer to said artery and breathed lightly on it for good measure. Like polishing an apple before sinking her teeth into it.
Adelaide’s advances, even in bat form, managed to be intimidating. Even for Lamont, who was currently so focused on his given task. Though he didn’t not outwardly exhibit a sign of tension, his heart rate quickened a little. But was it really fear he was feeling…? Or some twisted thrill? Either way, Lamont made a manic little giggle.
“I-I’ve got orders,” he said to her. “Eheheheheh… Very important orders~” He refrained from details, but why should he tell his target that he meant to collect her and bring her to Avery himself for whatever uses the man needed? Lamont was not especially clear on the details for that particular part of the plan, but he also did not feel an overwhelming desire to know. It wasn’t his place to ask questions… Always had been that way. Probably always would be. After all, Lamont was good at following orders.
Slipping his hands casually into his pockets, he started to saunter down the street, keeping Adelaide distracted with chit chatter.
“I’m sure it’d bore you, though,” he said vaguely. “A lady of your caliber and standing? Dealings of the working class misfits like myself must seem so bland.”
“Even while you’re being Avery’s lapdog you’re a terrible liar.” Adelaide said flatly. “I’m assuming our destination is somehow relevant to these orders of yours, so you’re absolutely right about that. This little detour has so far proved to be extremely boring, bland and tasteless to boot! I am extremely disappointed in you, Monty.”
Adelaide let out a long sigh, stretching her wings a bit.
“Give me one good reason why I should humor you, and I’ll consider it.”
You can catch more flies with honey… (AdelMont)
friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:
friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:
friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:
Lamont had his orders… He was dispatched to retrieve any remaining supernaturals that happened to still be surviving somewhere in the city.
It wasn’t very far from his usual job… The irony was not lost on him. And just like his old job, he knew where to look. He’d made a mental list, and was going through it as he strode through the streets.
Millie was on that list… He’d have to seek her out soon.
Connie was also on there, but Lamont had a few opinions on that which he kept to himself.
Lastly was… Adelaide.
He’d only run into her a few… Nights ago? This long dark was so difficult to tell one day from the next.
But in true Adelaide fashion, she hadn’t stayed long. Lamont wasn’t surprised, even if it did mean he had to go out of his way to find her. Which was a difficult task… Adelaide usually could not be found unless she wanted to be.
Too dark. Too quiet. Too empty. Too boring.
The city was hers, of course, but the trouble with her method of choice for setting up territory was that after a while there just wasn’t anyone to entertain herself with. Well, except for Lamont, who she could still smell. He hadn’t left. But he was also boring now. And tied down to what used to be a midnight snack.
Adelaide hadn’t exactly left that street corner. Only perched nonchalantly on the roof of a nearby building and cloaked her presence. Meanwhile, she watched Lamont preoccupy himself with what looked a lot like his normal behavior. Work, work, work. Gathering supplies nobody really cares about. Putting things in boxes. Looking for more things to put in boxes.
I’m beginning to question your sanity, Monty, she mused to herself, The world is such a dangerous place right now. Nobody is expecting any deliveries, idiot. Just what are you doing?
An hour passed. And then another. And another. And then finally Adelaide could stand watching no longer. She stood, and with a quick pivot of her heels and a sharp kick to the roof beneath her, launched her self skyward with a very soft, very precise clack of her heels.
A cloud of black mist or perhaps a puff of dark smoke surrounded her, and when she burst forth from within, she’d become several sizes smaller, furrier and the color of a fine red wine. The sound of leathery wings beating the empty sky into submission was all that could be heard as she watched her clothes fall to the city street below.
I’ll have to borrow something from Lamont later, I guess, she thought with a little smirk. I’ve been meaning to pilfer one of his dress shirts anyway. Imagine the look on his face when he finds it missing! Hah, what a dope!!
Speaking of the dope in question, when Adelaide found him, he was lurking around what used to be a pizza parlor.
“If you’re looking for the owner, he’s gone.” she stated, landing on top of a long-dead neon light. It squeaked as her weight caused the LED slice of pizza swung back and forth slightly. She glared at it as if to command it be silenced, and gravity complied. “Not my work either. He wasn’t my type.” She cleared her throat and crossed her wings over her chest, her tiny brow furrowing angrily. “Just what are you up to? I’ve been watching you putter around here like an old man for a lot longer than I like to admit.”
Lamont had been considering the husk of a building for an idle moment, no real interest in his mind beyond the fact that he could recall visiting the place more than once in his previous walk of life. And now the small restaurant was little more than an empty shell… Dark and devoid of any promise.
Adelaide descending on him might have startled Lamont. At least, she would have, if he’d been in any other mindset.
Tomes of impending doom were funny like that.
Instead, the deliveryman turned his eyes on the bat with a quirked eyebrow, the faint squeaking noise of the light echoing starkly on their empty section of street.
Lamont chose to answer by gesturing vaguely at the building.
“I was just thinking,” he said. “Remembering, really. About what this place used to be, to other people and to this city.” He couldn’t honestly imagine the place warranted so much philosophical consideration… And yet here he was. And it wasn’t all completely pointless. It had brought Adelaide to him, a fact that was not lost on Lamont. He smirked quietly to himself. “Always flattering to know I still seem to hold your interest, Adelaide…
I’ve been under orders lately,” he informed the shapely purple bat. “From high up. Very high up.” There was a brief pause, and Lamont could not resist adding, “From the man whose running this city now. Have you heard of him? Avery Rook.” There was a poignancy to the way Lamont stated Avery’s name, a very purposeful way to how his eyes focused even more intently on the vampire for her reaction. Adelaide was always the sort who preferred being on top. In every sense of the phrase.
Adelaide rolled her eyes slowly and as articulately as she possibly could muster.
“I know of him, yes.” she murmured.
He was a cocky little snot, Avery Rook. Admittedly, she had only met him once, when he’d come to give her what she could only imagine was an extremely rehearsed sales pitch.
She would have ignored him, if not for the fact that his goals seemed to be, at the very least, entertaining to think about. Adelaide had willingly joined his stuffy tea party in exchange for a piece of the action.
“Never thought I’d see a day when you’d be working for a guy like him. Oh, Monty, what is this world coming to?” Her lips curled up in a knowing smile, her eyes glinting in the shadows. “Oh, right.”
She chuckled lightly at that and took a playful little swan-dive off the shop sign to land on Lamont’s shoulder.
“Regardless of whether or not I was what you were looking for all evening, I’ve decided to join you. The city’s become a bit of a snooze-fest as of late. And that part is mostly my own work.”Lamont wasn’t even pulling anything to lure her in, and yet Adelaide was sitting on his shoulder out of her own volition.
Perhaps this would be a great deal easier than he thought… But to the deliveryman’s credit, he didn’t relay a thing about it in word or posture.
“Partying a little too hard, Adelaide?” he asked, sounding bemused. “I would ask what you will do with yourself after you’ve completely cleaned the city, but…” Lamont trailed off airily.
“I don’t think that will be an issue. Not for much longer.”
“Partying just enough, thanks.” she hissed. This new edgy, cryptic Lamont was almost twice as obnoxious as the usual laid-back-even-though-I-feel-like-I’m-being-forced-to-smile Lamont, and that put Adelaide on edge too.
It wasn’t right either, that’s for sure. Lamont was definitely hiding something. Or simply not telling her everything. The twitchy, nervous habits he’d normally display with such a gloomy outlook were missing—
Or maybe they were suppressed.
He also seemed to be very focused on time. Or lackthereof. Was he late for an appointment or something? Hah. An appointment. In this city. Adelaide almost laughed out loud at the thought. Perhaps he was short on time for other reasons beyond his control, what with all his erratic behavior.
Perhaps he was dying. Humans usually acted strange before they kicked the bucket—at least, when they knew it was coming. But if he was dying of a mortal wound or a disease of some sort, or hell, even natural causes, he’d smell like death, obviously. Furthermore, he would be more likely to spend his final moments with Connie.
So what was he doing out here looking for—
Oh.
“I’m flattered that you would choose me to share the End of Days with, Monty, but seeing as how I am perched quite close to your ear where there just so happens to be a delicious little artery I’ve always been meaning to try, I’m afraid you’ll have to bring me up to speed. What are you really doing out here, darling?”
To emphasize the little threat, Adelaide moved closer to said artery and breathed lightly on it for good measure. Like polishing an apple before sinking her teeth into it.
You can catch more flies with honey… (AdelMont)
friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:
friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:
Lamont had his orders… He was dispatched to retrieve any remaining supernaturals that happened to still be surviving somewhere in the city.
It wasn’t very far from his usual job… The irony was not lost on him. And just like his old job, he knew where to look. He’d made a mental list, and was going through it as he strode through the streets.
Millie was on that list… He’d have to seek her out soon.
Connie was also on there, but Lamont had a few opinions on that which he kept to himself.
Lastly was… Adelaide.
He’d only run into her a few… Nights ago? This long dark was so difficult to tell one day from the next.
But in true Adelaide fashion, she hadn’t stayed long. Lamont wasn’t surprised, even if it did mean he had to go out of his way to find her. Which was a difficult task… Adelaide usually could not be found unless she wanted to be.
Too dark. Too quiet. Too empty. Too boring.
The city was hers, of course, but the trouble with her method of choice for setting up territory was that after a while there just wasn’t anyone to entertain herself with. Well, except for Lamont, who she could still smell. He hadn’t left. But he was also boring now. And tied down to what used to be a midnight snack.
Adelaide hadn’t exactly left that street corner. Only perched nonchalantly on the roof of a nearby building and cloaked her presence. Meanwhile, she watched Lamont preoccupy himself with what looked a lot like his normal behavior. Work, work, work. Gathering supplies nobody really cares about. Putting things in boxes. Looking for more things to put in boxes.
I’m beginning to question your sanity, Monty, she mused to herself, The world is such a dangerous place right now. Nobody is expecting any deliveries, idiot. Just what are you doing?
An hour passed. And then another. And another. And then finally Adelaide could stand watching no longer. She stood, and with a quick pivot of her heels and a sharp kick to the roof beneath her, launched her self skyward with a very soft, very precise clack of her heels.
A cloud of black mist or perhaps a puff of dark smoke surrounded her, and when she burst forth from within, she’d become several sizes smaller, furrier and the color of a fine red wine. The sound of leathery wings beating the empty sky into submission was all that could be heard as she watched her clothes fall to the city street below.
I’ll have to borrow something from Lamont later, I guess, she thought with a little smirk. I’ve been meaning to pilfer one of his dress shirts anyway. Imagine the look on his face when he finds it missing! Hah, what a dope!!
Speaking of the dope in question, when Adelaide found him, he was lurking around what used to be a pizza parlor.
“If you’re looking for the owner, he’s gone.” she stated, landing on top of a long-dead neon light. It squeaked as her weight caused the LED slice of pizza swung back and forth slightly. She glared at it as if to command it be silenced, and gravity complied. “Not my work either. He wasn’t my type.” She cleared her throat and crossed her wings over her chest, her tiny brow furrowing angrily. “Just what are you up to? I’ve been watching you putter around here like an old man for a lot longer than I like to admit.”
Lamont had been considering the husk of a building for an idle moment, no real interest in his mind beyond the fact that he could recall visiting the place more than once in his previous walk of life. And now the small restaurant was little more than an empty shell… Dark and devoid of any promise.
Adelaide descending on him might have startled Lamont. At least, she would have, if he’d been in any other mindset.
Tomes of impending doom were funny like that.
Instead, the deliveryman turned his eyes on the bat with a quirked eyebrow, the faint squeaking noise of the light echoing starkly on their empty section of street.
Lamont chose to answer by gesturing vaguely at the building.
“I was just thinking,” he said. “Remembering, really. About what this place used to be, to other people and to this city.” He couldn’t honestly imagine the place warranted so much philosophical consideration… And yet here he was. And it wasn’t all completely pointless. It had brought Adelaide to him, a fact that was not lost on Lamont. He smirked quietly to himself. “Always flattering to know I still seem to hold your interest, Adelaide…
I’ve been under orders lately,” he informed the shapely purple bat. “From high up. Very high up.” There was a brief pause, and Lamont could not resist adding, “From the man whose running this city now. Have you heard of him? Avery Rook.” There was a poignancy to the way Lamont stated Avery’s name, a very purposeful way to how his eyes focused even more intently on the vampire for her reaction. Adelaide was always the sort who preferred being on top. In every sense of the phrase.
Adelaide rolled her eyes slowly and as articulately as she possibly could muster.
“I know of him, yes.” she murmured.
He was a cocky little snot, Avery Rook. Admittedly, she had only met him once, when he’d come to give her what she could only imagine was an extremely rehearsed sales pitch.
She would have ignored him, if not for the fact that his goals seemed to be, at the very least, entertaining to think about. Adelaide had willingly joined his stuffy tea party in exchange for a piece of the action.
“Never thought I’d see a day when you’d be working for a guy like him. Oh, Monty, what is this world coming to?” Her lips curled up in a knowing smile, her eyes glinting in the shadows. “Oh, right.”
She chuckled lightly at that and took a playful little swan-dive off the shop sign to land on Lamont’s shoulder.
“Regardless of whether or not I was what you were looking for all evening, I’ve decided to join you. The city’s become a bit of a snooze-fest as of late. And that part is mostly my own work.”
You can catch more flies with honey… (AdelMont)
friendlyneighborhooddeliveryman:
Lamont had his orders… He was dispatched to retrieve any remaining supernaturals that happened to still be surviving somewhere in the city.
It wasn’t very far from his usual job… The irony was not lost on him. And just like his old job, he knew where to look. He’d made a mental list, and was going through it as he strode through the streets.
Millie was on that list… He’d have to seek her out soon.
Connie was also on there, but Lamont had a few opinions on that which he kept to himself.
Lastly was… Adelaide.
He’d only run into her a few… Nights ago? This long dark was so difficult to tell one day from the next.
But in true Adelaide fashion, she hadn’t stayed long. Lamont wasn’t surprised, even if it did mean he had to go out of his way to find her. Which was a difficult task… Adelaide usually could not be found unless she wanted to be.
Too dark. Too quiet. Too empty. Too boring.
The city was hers, of course, but the trouble with her method of choice for setting up territory was that after a while there just wasn’t anyone to entertain herself with. Well, except for Lamont, who she could still smell. He hadn’t left. But he was also boring now. And tied down to what used to be a midnight snack.
Adelaide hadn’t exactly left that street corner. Only perched nonchalantly on the roof of a nearby building and cloaked her presence. Meanwhile, she watched Lamont preoccupy himself with what looked a lot like his normal behavior. Work, work, work. Gathering supplies nobody really cares about. Putting things in boxes. Looking for more things to put in boxes.
I’m beginning to question your sanity, Monty, she mused to herself, The world is such a dangerous place right now. Nobody is expecting any deliveries, idiot. Just what are you doing?
An hour passed. And then another. And another. And then finally Adelaide could stand watching no longer. She stood, and with a quick pivot of her heels and a sharp kick to the roof beneath her, launched her self skyward with a very soft, very precise clack of her heels.
A cloud of black mist or perhaps a puff of dark smoke surrounded her, and when she burst forth from within, she’d become several sizes smaller, furrier and the color of a fine red wine. The sound of leathery wings beating the empty sky into submission was all that could be heard as she watched her clothes fall to the city street below.
I’ll have to borrow something from Lamont later, I guess, she thought with a little smirk. I’ve been meaning to pilfer one of his dress shirts anyway. Imagine the look on his face when he finds it missing! Hah, what a dope!!
Speaking of the dope in question, when Adelaide found him, he was lurking around what used to be a pizza parlor.
“If you’re looking for the owner, he’s gone.” she stated, landing on top of a long-dead neon light. It squeaked as her weight caused the LED slice of pizza swung back and forth slightly. She glared at it as if to command it be silenced, and gravity complied. “Not my work either. He wasn’t my type.” She cleared her throat and crossed her wings over her chest, her tiny brow furrowing angrily. “Just what are you up to? I’ve been watching you putter around here like an old man for a lot longer than I like to admit.”
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At first, there was a whisper…
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Her condescending tone made Lamont scowl. Even in his current condition, it was… Frustrating. Perhaps even moreso, with his shortened fuse.
As Adelaide circled, Lamont instinctively rotated to keep his eyes on her; Old habits died hard, after all. And when she stopped in front of him, the assessing way her eyes stared at him had his head leaning back. And even so, he couldn’t resist the curious cock of one thick eyebrow. Even now, after so long, she was dangerously alluring. That’s always how she had been, and that had always been her appeal. But Lamont made a conscious effort to keep much of that from showing…
“Connie isn’t here,” he said, tone clipped and simple. “She’s… Not in the city anymore.”
Obviously not. Adelaide would know if the little pest was near much sooner than by listening for the sound of that obnoxious choice of weapon. But that wasn’t the interesting part.
“So,” she said, pausing to lick her lips—an old habit of her own for those occasions when her curiosity had been tickled pink. “Why are you?”
Lamont shifted his weight, eyes dipping slowly as Adelaide ran her tongue over her lips before they slowly climbed back up. He was silent for a long moment; How to answer.
“…I’m here,” he started slowly, “because I want to be.” Giving a jocular tilt to his head, he tapped his pipe against the side of his leg with a soft. ‘thump’.
“What about you?” he asked. “A run down city like this isn’t exactly your type, is it? You were always so fond of the finer things.”
Pointing with the pipe, he added, almost snidely, “Mud isn’t very attractive on heels.”
Her eyes narrowed. There was something different about Lamont tonight. As far as her memory served—and that was a novel for the ages, of course—he wasn’t usually one for voicing his snide remarks aloud. He was the quiet sort who would seethe silently inside his own head.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” she spat. “You reek of something foul.”
And the worst part was that she knew what he smelled like. She just couldn’t put her finger on what.
She drew herself up to full height—still shorter than Lamont, but intimating enough—and locked an icy stare with his. She took another step forward, shoulders pulled back and her figure more angular and imposing than ever before.
“And for your information, brat,” she hissed, “This city is mine.”
“Oh, ouch…” Lamont put a hand to his chest with an affronted expression. “I smell? Your insults are becoming less subjective, Addy…”
Nevertheless, as Adelaide postured at him, Lamont couldn’t help but take a half step back. Even in his decidedly more bold mindset at the present, Adelaide was still a very strong vampire, and an intimidating one at that.
“Heheheheh…” A few stray chuckles slipped past his lips. His tactic changed, and suddenly his voice went from snide to velvety. “Was there ever any doubt who this city belonged to~?”
Oh.
Oh.
Lamont was always like this. Of course he was. Silently judging anyone and everyone he met as he hid the truth behind his soft words and polite gestures. A gentleman, indeed. It had never occurred to Adelaide before now that perhaps this mindset applied even to her.
And that made her angry.
“Clever.” she murmured. “So very clever, aren’t you?” Another step forward, arms lifting from her sides ever so slightly, her knees bent. “You think—” another step “—you can fool me—” another step, her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, her voice raised and shrill “—with that sweet little half-smile of yours, you little rat!“
The remaining four inches between them vanished as Adelaide lunged forward, an elegant swan-dive in all her fury, and crushed her lips against his. She drank deep from the spring of his mouth until she’d had her fill of him, her hands fisted in the front of his shirt, clawing and tearing at him as she battled with the decision whether or not to release him. Her fangs found something soft and already bruised—those lips again—and she couldn’t help herself. A quiet, needy moan tore itself from within her as she bit down and the taste and scent of Lamont’s blood took over her senses.
She wiped her mouth of the back of her hand as she stepped back, smoothing down the crumpled lapels of the black trench coat. She stumbled drunkenly, euphoria clouding her vision for only a split-second. When the stars in her eyes fell away, she stared back at him blankly.
“Why didn’t I just take you for myself when I had the chance?” she wondered aloud. Her voice was wistful to her own ears and she didn’t like it. Not one bit. She turned away, only slightly. She wanted to just stand there and watch his expression shifting from shock to arousal to confusion and all the other shades of red his cheeks would burn even in the blackest midnight.
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That’s just how life works, Monty. You should get used to it. Let your hair down for a change. You’re starting to turn into a prude like Connie, hahaha~I’m a lot of things.
A prude has never been one of them.
*snickers* Don’t you quirk an eyebrow at me young man!
At least you kept your sense of humor. As for the fledgling… I don’t think there was ever a sense of humor to salvage.
Aww… Connie’s got her qualities~
Is that so? Would Mr. Toucey like to share with the class?
At first, there was a whisper…
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Her condescending tone made Lamont scowl. Even in his current condition, it was… Frustrating. Perhaps even moreso, with his shortened fuse.
As Adelaide circled, Lamont instinctively rotated to keep his eyes on her; Old habits died hard, after all. And when she stopped in front of him, the assessing way her eyes stared at him had his head leaning back. And even so, he couldn’t resist the curious cock of one thick eyebrow. Even now, after so long, she was dangerously alluring. That’s always how she had been, and that had always been her appeal. But Lamont made a conscious effort to keep much of that from showing…
“Connie isn’t here,” he said, tone clipped and simple. “She’s… Not in the city anymore.”
Obviously not. Adelaide would know if the little pest was near much sooner than by listening for the sound of that obnoxious choice of weapon. But that wasn’t the interesting part.
“So,” she said, pausing to lick her lips—an old habit of her own for those occasions when her curiosity had been tickled pink. “Why are you?”
Lamont shifted his weight, eyes dipping slowly as Adelaide ran her tongue over her lips before they slowly climbed back up. He was silent for a long moment; How to answer.
“…I’m here,” he started slowly, “because I want to be.” Giving a jocular tilt to his head, he tapped his pipe against the side of his leg with a soft. ‘thump’.
“What about you?” he asked. “A run down city like this isn’t exactly your type, is it? You were always so fond of the finer things.”
Pointing with the pipe, he added, almost snidely, “Mud isn’t very attractive on heels.”
Her eyes narrowed. There was something different about Lamont tonight. As far as her memory served—and that was a novel for the ages, of course—he wasn’t usually one for voicing his snide remarks aloud. He was the quiet sort who would seethe silently inside his own head.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” she spat. “You reek of something foul.”
And the worst part was that she knew what he smelled like. She just couldn’t put her finger on what.
She drew herself up to full height—still shorter than Lamont, but intimating enough—and locked an icy stare with his. She took another step forward, shoulders pulled back and her figure more angular and imposing than ever before.
“And for your information, brat,” she hissed, “This city is mine.”
