ED SKREINThe Transporter Refueled (2015) | Dir. Camille Delamarre

ED SKREIN The Transporter Refueled (2015) | dir. Camille Delamarre

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for a brief moment, a fleeting second, thomas thought there was something familiar about the dog-- about the way it smelled-- but he quickly discarded the thought and simply assumed his senses were picking up another, well, familiar. why would he have any reason to believe it was something more than that?

"how the hells did you do that?" thomas raised his voice as the other suddenly shifted back. he wasn't angry, he wasn't yelling, he was just excited. he had tried countless spells and charms to enchant his clothing so they would change with him, so that he wouldn't be stark naked every single time he shifted between forms, but all he'd been able to manage was tattooing the outline of his boxer briefs onto his body for about three weeks before it finally faded away. "you have to tell me how you did that. did you use a specific material? did you have to get a witch to help you with the enchantment? did you--" without caring about personal space, or simple politeness, thomas reached out and was brushing his hands over the other's chest and pulling at the fabric of his shirt as he asked his questions.

it took longer than it should have for him to realize how insane he likely looked.

"sorry." he offered with an awkward laugh as he let go of the other's shirt and gently patted his chest. "oh, and yeah. i'm fine. despite what you might think, i actually didn't hit my head that hard. i just get easily excited..."

With this human, maybe, on his back, Finlay slowly approached, coming up to the other's face and giving it soft licks to show that he was sorry. That he was friendly. That he didn't mean to knock him on his ass. He lay down next to him as he whined softly. He hoped the other was okay as the fall had been quick...dramatic. Plus, hearing the ow sounded painful.

As the other began to sit up, so did he as he sat beside him. He let the other pat at his fur while he wagged his tail to show that he was fine on that part. Sure, his tail was still a little sore but it would be fine. He sniffed over the other. The smell somehow felt...familiar. He couldn't place it. It felt like he should recognize it from somewhere but not sure were. Though, maybe it was because the other smelt like a familiar like he was. Maybe that was it.

After a few more pets, Finaly moved away from the other. It felt time to shift back and apologize in actual words. Giving a final bark, he began to change. His fur vanishing, all dog features turning human. Thanks to Aoife, he wasn't naked as he stood up. He only had a few sets of clothes he could wear that would remain with him during a shift. Ones he kept safe at all costs. "Hey...I am soooo sooooo sorry about that. I was just running off to grab some snacks and wasn't paying full attention. Are you okay?"

walking through the town there was something that seemed to linger in the air around him, riding on the breeze and wrapping around him, that made alexandria feel nostalgic despite the fact christopher had only been here for three months. it was strangely calmer even though it was home to every kind of monster he thought had only existed in stories and more he had yet to learn about it. maybe it was the magic in the air or maybe christopher was adapting quicker than he was giving himself credit for. either way, it made him anxious.

"a what?" saved from his own swirling thoughts by the strangers voice, the mechanic looked over at him with confusion knit into the lines between his furrowed brows; in the downward curve of his lips. at least the stranger continued speaking without being prompted and ultimately repeated himself and his offer. he was rambling. it was cute. he was cute.

"oh, wow, are you sure? thank you?" wiping his hands on his shirt out of habit, usually they were covered in dirt and grease, christopher relaxed as he reached out to accept the pastry being offered to him; his lips curling back into the faintest hint of a smile as the rest of his features eased and softened. "hey, maybe they were trying to flirt with you. you know, giving you extra because they thought you were cute or something. i would have done the same thing if i were in their shoes," he admitted with a loose shrug of his shoulders before he unwrapped the croissant and took a bite. he definitely needed to come back here; the croissant was really good. "shit, where are my manners." tucking the pastry back into it's sleeved protection, the human unceremoniously tucked it into his left armpit to keep it from falling as he once again wiped his right hand off on his shirt before reaching out to offer it to the other. "i'm christopher, kinda new here. it's nice to meet you..."

Location; Outside The Cinnamon Dragon Open to; Anybody || @unveilstarters Note; Lucas has been around town for a while, so there's every chance he could already know your muse, he's generally friendly.

"Can I interest you in a croissant?" The question came as easily as the offered bag, one of the frankly unfairly good pastries already grasped in Lucas' other hand, flakes of pastry already stuck to his fingers in the best way. It was one of those few treats he allowed himself, but spotting the other half way through bringing it to his lips had at least encouraged the offer. "They gave me an extra or some reason, so I supposed it was only fair to share the goodwill?" There was an idle pause, before the need to keep talking won out. "Of course if it's not to your taste I could see about something else now I've made the off- Please stop me talking. I fear I've started rambling."

Hell, there was even genuine panic in his eyes for a moment. He'd been cooped up in his room for the better part of the last couple of days working on his most recent pet project and it wasn't until now that he registered just how long it had been since he actually spoke to another being.

"you flatter me darling but don't discredit yourself. i'm not the only one they tend to have eyes for." that's all any of them would ever be allowed, if they were so lucky; he only strayed, or shared, with their sons. aeryne had no desires for anyone else. he didn't mind them looking and, on occasion, he had his fun with their wandering glances but he already had everything he wanted right there at his side; everything he needed. "how long has it been since our last scandal?" aeryne poised the question with a soft smirk on his lips as his hand fell to rest on his husband's thigh; gripping at the muscle as he leaned up closer against aksel's side. "maybe we're due another one; it'd be so easy to clear the table off for you..." he teasingly tempted.

craning his head back, allowing more access to his throat, fluttering breaths and whispered groans of approval settled on his lips as aksel began to trail soft, quick kisses against his jaw and down the stretch of his neck. whining, so quietly that only a select few would have been able to hear him, goosebumps peppered across his exposed skin and over his arms as he felt his lovers thumb brush against the inch of flesh that had been revealed by the shifting of his shirt.

"the bill," his voice broke a bit as he whispered his answer. aeryne considered trying to drag things out a bit longer, to torment his husband and truly test how patient he could be, but the merman was too intoxicated by his needs now to play the long game. "the bill." aeryne answered again, his voice stronger and louder this time, as he turned his head so he could meet his husband's gaze; a darkened look in his own eyes silently conveying that they had mere minutes, seconds really, before aeryne was all over him.

aksel grinned. "they would be so privileged, to bask in your beauty, elskan mín." he didn't share (well, except with his children). but a tease; to let them see what they can't have? aksel was very much for that. he had an insatiable hunger for maeryne. and most times he didn't care for the time or place. (within certain reasons of course.) "oh trust me. if it was, i would be having you on the table already." there was a reason why those were mostly private affairs. usually near or by the lake. they'd get lost in each other way too often in public. and it was certainly shaping up to be that way tonight — there was no physical way he was going to be able to wait till they were home.

the merman placed a kiss on the other's jaw; before he trailed down to aeryne's neck in soft, quick pecks. nothing too scandalous yet. his arm lifts a little, causing aeryne's shirt and tee to ride up slightly. his thumb stroked the exposed skin on his husband's hip. "now come on, dessert? or the bill?" aksel doubted he could wait for dessert. they'd have to call the waiter over, then order, then wait for it to be delivered, then eat... certainly sounded like too much trouble. he also doubted that his other half would be that cruel to him but maybe he was trying to push his buttons. "before i start eating you up right here."

"huh? oh, no. if anything i wound up sleeping a bit better than usual because of last night; because of you..." keagan explained with a halfhearted smile. "sleep is just something that's always alluded me. which is funny when you consider the facts." mainly the fact that he was a witch and even when he turned to spells or potions he never managed to feel fully rested no matter how long he slept. maybe he was cursed to always be tired; or maybe it had something to do with his caffeine codependency. "unless you have some trick stronger than my own magic to make me feel rested, no." he answered with a matter-of-fact nod of his head and loose shrug of his shoulders. "--but it's fine, really. i'll be alright. that's what coffee is for."

"got it, i'll do my best to remember you actually deserve a title in public but for now i'll just stick with rico." he teased slightly, more of his personality starting to return to the surface as he consumed more and more coffee. "yeah, unfortunately i'm not really known for being much of a gentleman," keagan joked at his own expense, "so you should definitely take my number if you ever feel like enjoying some... unbecoming company again."

"shit," the witch cursed as he furrowed his brows, his right hand lifting to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "i didn't even consider the fact you probably don't drink coffee on the regular-- or at all for that matter." can he even drink coffee? keagan didn't know much about vampires aside from what he'd read in a few grimoires and the few he had crossed paths with in his life-- and shockingly enough, none of those sources every breached the topic of what he should offer for breakfast the morning after.

"uh, everybody is different but most people put a couple spoons of sugar and some milk to cool it off and sweeten it up since coffee can be very bitter on it's own. i, on the other hand, prefer it that way..."

"I'm sorry to hear you didn't sleep well! Was it because of me?" Rico asks with a sad frown. To be fair, this is one of the few times he woke up later than his attendant. They usually suffer from exhaustion and blood loss. And Rico has to remind himself that he is not in his kingdom. People here are not his royal subjects. The whole point of this little picnic of his is to experience the world outside. And catch thieves, if it comes to that. "Anything I can do to help?" He offers, fascinated by the kitchen and coffee machine and everything in between.

His attention snaps back to Keagan and the question. "Oh, forget formality. This isn't the court and we're not even in public. In private, you can just call me Ricardo or Rico, either way works. In official capacity, though, your highness or Prince Ricardo should suffice." He grins at the mention of last night, "it was a bit unbecoming of a gentleman to... fornicate in the bathroom but it was exciting, I must say."

He takes the mug, clearly excited to try the coffee. "Thank you. What do you... regular people put in your coffee? I cannot say I've actually had homebrewed coffee."