Mun shouldn't have watched the movie again. (Canon: The Lost Boys)

[inyourveins]

How long has it been? A few years, at least, and you left me to rot. I'm not what you would call the forgiving sort when it comes to betrayal.

[ His eyes narrow. ]

Stop kidding yourself. You don't have the teeth to handle me anymore.

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[brujah_barkeep]

Lemme guess. Forgotten for years, always in the back of the head, shoved aside in favor of shiny new people?

Muns are real bitches.

[inyourveins]

You sound like you're talking from experience. [ He lifts his eyebrows. ]

More like breaking away from the scene for years and then picking up new dazzles when she got back. The rest that followed is.. as you said. [ His expression is mostly unphased despite the scowling tone in his voice. ] Right now, I'd rather stay in the back.

[brujah_barkeep]

The back's all right, but you don't get to break stuff.

[inyourveins]

[ Oh, that provokes a smirk. ] After my own heart, but there's no satisfaction if you don't get a real finish.

[brujah_barkeep]

Dude, what the hell is real these days anyway?

[inyourveins]

What the hell isn't?

[brujah_barkeep]

Touche.

Sometimes better to stop trying to keep score. Like with baseball. Or celebrities that have merged into one name.

[puppysitting]

At least they brought you back in the first place. You could still be sitting there in the back of their head.

[It's SOMETHING at least.]

[inyourveins]

Heh. Maybe, though sometimes it's all we have. Unfinished business leaves a bitter taste you can't ignore.

[brujah_barkeep]

Which is why these little bitches send us out into these "games."

[inyourveins]

But I was starting to get cozy. [ He's laying on the sarcasm pretty thick. ]

I'm not some dog with a leash you can yank. Let old wounds fester than reopen them. It's less irritating.

[inyourveins]

Now that's an arrangement I'll take.

[brujah_barkeep]

Yeah? So where ya headed?

[inyourveins]

Right now? Nowhere. [ A shadow of a scowl accompanies his words. There's the problem. ]

[brujah_barkeep]

That sucks.

[inyourveins]

What about you? Are you actually being sent somewhere or will your mun keep you in limbo?

[puppysitting]

A wild spirit then.

[And this guy didn't smell human. His mun wouldn't tell him what he was.]

I will agree with you on that. Let's hope your mun either leaves you alone real fast or has a purpose for you.

[brujah_barkeep]

Apparently, she wants me to be Cinder-fucking-rella over at Throne of Shadows.

[burninhale]

Should things really be handled with teeth? I get the implication, but do you enjoy being drooled on too?

[inyourveins]

Perceptive. Is there any other way to live?

[ David's curiosity is piqued. He's not the only one giving away a strange smell. ]

I'm beginning to wonder if the latter is any better.

[inyourveins]

Normally it's me doing the drooling, but I'm always open to try new things.

[puppysitting]

There's living to survive. [Which was how he lived, either by himself or with his pack. Depended on the situation of course.]

And that's going to be up to your mun.

[inyourveins]

Glass slippers and all? [ He grins, looking amused. ]

[inyourveins]

To simply survive is hardly living. [ Surviving is all he's done since he met those antlers. He misses the life he had with his pack. ]

[puppysitting]

So living in excess is better? Is that it?

[Derek was never one to live carelessly, and he was teaching his wolves to do the same thing. Only to do what was needed. But they were still young.]

[burninhale]

Good to know.

Don't take this the wrong way, but you smell like death.

[inyourveins]

Tell me how it isn't.

[ Derek has him curious. It's always the stubborn ones that catches David's attention; he likes to provoke and push the inner-workings of a person's mind. It's fun. ]

[puppysitting]

[Derek narrows his eyes at the other man, bringing his shoulders back to stand taller.]

It might be all fun and games at first, but when you have danger lingering at every corner of your life, you learn to live more conservatively.

[Not to mention he lost everything he had at one point in his life. But this guy didn't need to be digging around in his past.]

[inyourveins]

All these years and I've let myself go. [ The statement amuses him; he barks out a laugh. ] Next time I'll remember to get behind my ears.

[brujah_barkeep]

If I have to wear a fucking high heel, I'm shoving it through someone's temple.

[burninhale]

Don't trouble yourself on my account. It's an honest smell, isn't it? Brings you back to the things that matter.

BB in a few hours! RL beckons. B|

[inyourveins]

[ David's posture and expression remains the same as he follows Derek with his gaze. Max would've enjoyed having someone like him around. ]

Conservative? [ He smirks with amusement at the thought. A silent chuckle rolls from his throat as though the word alone were a ridiculous notion. ] Try delusional. It doesn't matter how alert the prey is. A predator's still going to find it, grab it by its tender neck, and bleed it until the screaming stops. The dangers will always be there.

BB in a few hours!

[inyourveins]

That would be a sight to see. [ His grin is more wolfish. ]

What happens at midnight, then?

Annnd RL calls. BB later!

[inyourveins]

Oh? [ His amused expression dissolves just as quickly as it appeared. ] Enlighten me. Maybe I should ask you exactly what the smell brings you back to.

[brujah_barkeep]

Beats me.

The game ends?

I don't think midnight ever comes.

Fine with me!

[puppysitting]

[He wrinkles his nose ever so slightly at that comment and shifts his weight on his feet.}

Then I find no real reason to change my life style just to have meaningless entertainment. Even if the dangers do find me, I'll rip their throat out first before they can lay a finger on me.

[can_see_clearly]

I'd take being forgotten over rotting ew. [She's facing him, but not really looking at him when she speaks.]

Though I'm one that's fine without games... They're, always a little too dangerous.

o/

[burninhale]

Maybe I'm boring, but death generally reminds me of death. Death is what matters. It's all around us and humans put as many masks on it as possible, but it's good to look it in the eye and know it. Death is a strange friend, that's all.

[ He's so genial; almost as harmless as Max. ]