Moriarty Alexandrescu Callisto.
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Moroi Vampire. BabyVamp. You can find me in the shadows, or. At His side. Gay. Heartless. Dead dove: Do not eat. RP AU ACCOUNT. 25+
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Moriarty A. Callisto
By #Anjo

25 years old; forever.
Moroi (class of vampire-like being)
Bitten.
Gay.
Can be dangerous.

25+ ONLY MDNI

“Do not ask me to bite; I’d rather snap your neck”
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Been prepping. And so, with a final nod he’d speak up. “Indeed it was. I shall have to stop by again sometime.”
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After hearing his low comment. A sparkle in his eyes as he said “that sounds perfect actually”

It could’ve been to the comment of the wine but… between the two of them, it was not. It was a promise only the two were clued into. He would wait up. But right now? He had to get back to the food he’d >
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Mori needed a moment after that kiss to settle himself. Having to remind himself every few seconds that.. Angelo had places to be. And still, Mori was dazed. Grinning to himself and pulling his lower lip between his teeth before settling himself just in time to step out. Eyes, flicking up to Angelo>
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Apologise, in advance if I ruin it. Pasta allo scarpariello with chicken.” He nods one last time, before pushing through the door. Holding it for Angelo. “Red wine right? With tomatoes?”
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“I will” Moriarty would’ve shrugged walk nod. Leaning up one last time to kiss Angelo and bring his hands to smooth out his suit before bringing a hand down to swat his ass.

“Go on boss man. Your people are waiting” he spoke. With a wink.

“Dinner will be ready for when you return. And I >
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Attention on the wolf with a slight tilt to his head. “I would like to say that my… ‘friend’ is harmless. But I can promise you, he is not. So, I’ll go clear things up for him at the same time. Wouldn’t want to worry him”
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“That. Would be he. He’s simply asking who you are. You needn’t worry. You’re safe”

Moriarty nods before motioning Victor toward a booth in the back.

“Coffee, right? I can grab them and be right back if you tell me how you like it?” Mori would walk to the booth he’d pointed out too, keeping his>
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Hearing the Italian over the dull noise of people speaking, heartbeats and Victor whispering to him, Mori couldn’t help his smile. Slowly turning his gaze until his eyes settled on Angelo from across the vicinity. His head would dip in a nod, looking toward Victor again before grinning widely.

>
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More than friends. Much more.

“Friend is a very big understatement. I’m in love with him” he’d beam. Shrugging before stepping inside.
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“Honestly?” He’d ask before turning toward Victor. Reaching out to pull open the door. “I don’t really socialise much. I have people that I’m comfortable around and that’s enough for me. The owner here is a /very/ good ‘friend’ of mine.” He’d speak with emphasis on the very. Although it was much >
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If I do say so myself.

Nice atmosphere. It is a bar, but, there’s coffee too.”

And being whose bar it was, meant his tastes could also be catered to.

With a nod of his head, he’d start walking, looking toward Victor after a moment.

“We will have privacy to talk too.”
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Mori laughed at the face he was given in response to his words, shaking his head.

“Oh, of course. Don’t have those that care for you worrying! I promise to return you without a scratch” Mori teased. But tilted his head to the side motioning the way they’d be walking.

“It’s quite a hidden gem >
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Hands moving to smooth out his mobster’s clothing before fishing a couple containers of blood capsules out of his pocket, holding them out for Angelo. There was enough, for anyone who might need them.

“stai al sicuro, amore mio”
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Mori’s head had shaken slowly, running his arms around Angelo’s neck. Moving his lips to Angelo’s ear where he’d whisper the words

“Non devi dispiacerti, bell'uomo. Ti capisco e ti amo moltissimo. Ti aspetterò a casa.”

Bringing his lips to press softly to Angelo’s before taking a step back. His>
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Sound okay?”

His head tilted in question

“Besides. Soda will rot your teeth” he nods. Shuffling a little as he chuckled. It was funny. Because Victor was a wolf. Imagine getting cavities.
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“I know you don’t drink alcohol, I remember you saying. Don’t drink. Don’t smoke” he’d speak, tapping his temple with a grin.

“Coffee sounds good. I can drink that at least, without wanting to throw up. And I know a nice place. Supernatural friendly so we shouldn’t have to be hushed. Does that >
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Head home in around ten minutes but only quickly then I can come back and keep you company if you want?” He’d ask, looking up to Angelo. Quietly. Patiently.
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“Who said anything about killing anyone, hmm? Do you really think that’s how I’d help you relieve some of your stress?” Mori would scoff softly behind his smile. Bringing hands to drift over Angelo’s sides.

“I’ll behave. And not kick his ass. For now. And my love, there’s no rush. I will need to>
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<— is dancing. Shirtless, in black jeans; Below the moon with headphones covering his ears. Listening to sleep token.

His movements almost.. sexual. Slow his eyes, closed. Enjoying every word. Every beat.

Maybe the blood he drank was spiked.
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Drink or something if you’d like?”
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Back to his happy go lucky self.

“I can handle gory details. What kind of vampire do you take me for?” He’d joke. As for the Hunter thing, that didn’t bother him. People had all walks of life. Where even going to a club could get you killed, he didn’t see the point in judging.

“We can grab a >
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Mori didn’t miss that dark glint to the man’s eye. And would glance away. Although, not through fear. Because, the sentiment was shared.

“Like my sire and those I grew up with in the care system” he’d mutter. But close his eyes. Letting it go only to smile back at the man in the next moment. >