Topic: Long Lost

Dorian Vandeviere · Date: 2017-07-15 04:47 EST

Reunion 7.15.17

Starring: Dorian Vandeviere Freya Scarpello Dakota Vandeviere

Dressed sharply, in almost all leather, the nighteater stood over Freya with a fat grin on his face. "I believe this is what you're after?" Hand up, he let a necklace-type thing drop from it, dangling by a chain that seemed to be sewn into the cracks of his fingers. If she reached for it, she'd find him pulling back and witness his grin spreading wider—which seemed almost impossible in that moment. "Let's have a kiss first, hm?" he'd tease her.

The fairer nighteater had left the comfort of a shared bedroom to meet Dakota at odd hours of night. She stood in the darker parts of the alley, while he held up a chain with a little pendant dangling from it. Clearly, it had been what she'd come for. "That's it," she nodded, and reached for it, only to have it yanked away, fingers clutching air. As his grin spread, her face grew grim. "Mm, sorry. I don't make a habit of kissing dogs. Never know which ones have fleas," she folded her arms across her chest and lifted her chin.

That grin didn't even falter, even at the end of the woman's insult. "Y'know what?" he asked, showing some teeth. "I think that's the first time you called me a dog, and not a puppy. I'll take it," he smirked. If she didn't stop him, those hands would be gripping her shoulders and shoving her against the wall of the alley, his face all up in hers as a growl rumbled in his throat. Though, it was nothing more, or less, than playful. "Does that mean I'm growing on you?" Pun intended.

Those fangs were on full display as her own growl rang out, though it was less of a playful growl and more of a warning one. "Careful," she said, lifting her hand toward his neck to pull his collar down some and expose his throat. "Last time you tried to corner me, I left you with this...next time, I might not bring you back," she hissed, those cold eyes staring him down. Freya was dressed like a bum tonight, long t-shirt, stretchy jeans, and combat boots. Her hair was in a messy ponytail behind her head, blonde bangs going just about everywhere.

His jaw clenched when she went for his throat, head tilting up slightly to give her access. Either he was bold, or stupid. ....Stupid. He was stupid. Spoilers. Sorrynotsorry. There was a dark chuckle that bubbled from his throat when she spat out her hissing words, and his hand moved from her shoulder to wrap around that ponytail and yank her head back some, as he leaned into her ear. "What if I said I was willing to take that chance?"

Those eyes thinned out, and her own jaw twitched with the grinding of teeth when he grabbed her hair and spoke those words. She didn't look aroused, or amused in the slightest to his actions. He had leverage, that was for damn sure, but not enough to get her to cave. "...I'd probably respond with the fact that you're even dumber than you look..." she hissed back, fangs on full display as her eyes stared into his in the form of a sharp glare.

"Aw, love. You always know what to say," he hissed back, with no endearment in his tone. It was a dance they did, and one of these days, he intended to get her to Tango. "You're awfully standoffish for someone who wants something from me, y'know that?" There was a long chuckle....Then, his lips moved to find hers, but he didn't go for a kiss. They parted, and he fully intended to take at least one thing he wanted from her—some energy. What' Running errands made him hungry"

"What can I say' I'm a people-person," she snapped back. When he spat those words and chuckled, she scoffed and rolled her eyes away. "If you think I can be bought with jewelry, you clearly don't know me as well as you thought you di—don't. you. dare." Freya growled, but it was too late. Though, she was a bit relieved that it was a feeding rather than a kiss. "Sonofabitch..." she hissed against the pull, her mouth opening partially as the energy left her.

Dorian Vandeviere · Date: 2017-07-15 04:49 EST

When Frey had left the house, she'd been acting all forms of shady. Frankly, he mostly questioned why she used the window when they had a perfectly working door - when someone wasn't breaking it down, that is. It hadn't taken him long to figure out Frey had left, and he hadn't heard her leave. Tracking her scent like a bloodhound, he was dressed in leather pants, a silk button up shirt with a tie and boots with a one inch thick heel on them. Not stilettos tonight. His hair was elegantly disheveled, and well....he looked like Dorian. Not Flannel Dorian. Closing in on the alley, his dark brows furrowed to Freya's scent getting stronger - but it was blended in with another. Concern, questioning and confusion washed over in the wonder of who the hell she was meeting in a dark alley this late at night. Approaching the mouth of the alley, he peeked around the corner with the intention of just checking on her - maybe being nosy and seeing if she was buying drugs or some **** An instinctive protective growl tore through his bared teeth at what he saw instead, and he couldn't stop his feet as they made their way into the mouth of the alleyway. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" He snarled, to the dark haired male instead of Frey. But, he knew a Nighteater when he smelled one. If he had hackles, they'd be raised right about now - and he almost wished he'd brought his ax.

While Dorian's growl was protective, his was annoyed. Awfully so when his meal was cut short by yet another nighteater making his way toward the pair. He pulled his mouth away, almost reluctantly and released Freya as he spun around to face the arrival. Licking his lips, "I thought I was enjoying a late night snack...but if you'd like to take her place," he offered, taking a step forward. "I guess I'd make the trade....Though I can't promise to leave you in one piece."

When he left her, she collapsed back against the wall with a grunt, eyes rolling around in her head for a moment before she growled. Then Dorian came walking up, "...did you follow me?" Unsure whether or not to be impressed, flattered, or offended. There was a sharp growl that left her, though. Back to protective, it seemed, when Dakota talked about Dorian taking places. Her foot came out to kick him right in the chest and send him stumbling backwards. "I'll rip you apart."

It seemed Dorian's balls dropped when it came to the two women in his life - maybe three. He'd yet to come across an incident that had him baring his teeth and snarling in front of another nighteater when it came to Zim, but Ko and apparently Frey were two of them. He took another step forward, regardless of Dakota's threat. "I have no intention of becoming a snack for....almost....anyone..." So he needed to work on his smack talk, desperately. It was Frey's calling him out that had his dark eyes flicking to her almost sheepishly. "Climbing out a window is usually deemed 'peculiar behavior', love.." He muttered. "I was....concerned," his nose briefly crinkled before he flicked his eyes to Dakota, instantly narrowing as his lips twitched like he was going to snarl until Frey kicked the guy and he snickered. "I'd apologize for invading your privacy, but I find it difficult...considering. Are you alright, love?" He glanced over to Frey, but seemed reluctant to leave his eyes from the other nighteater.

"Ngh!" he exclaimed as he stumbled backwards and rubbed at his ribcage with a grunt. "You always go for the heart, don't you..?" he asked in a raspy tone, head dropping lightly before laughter bubbled up from his chest. "No way," he snickered and snorted. "You left a one night stand to come see little ol' me? And out the window, too.." And inward his through his teeth and he shook his head at Dorian. "Tough break, brother." Interesting choice of words there Douchekota.

That foot lowered to the ground and she looked between Dorian and Dakota. They....There was something about those two. But she refused to put her finger on it, otherwise she might get turned off at the idea. Her eyes trailed to Dorian, and she wasn't exactly a fan of being followed. Considering how things could be with daddy dearest. Though she didn't hold it against him. "Shut up, Dakota," she hissed. "Yeah, I'm fine....he couldn't hurt me if he tried," she muttered bitterly. "Ain't even on my level," she spat and glared at the man.

His chin lifted some to the mention of one night stand and he snickered. "Not exactly," he mumbled, shaking his head. But now wasn't the time to dispute....whatever him and Frey were. He still didn't have a clue himself. We play Mom and Dad for two pain in the ass humans.....I'm Mom, thank you very much. Yeah, no. For some reason, that word 'brother' forced his lips into a thin line. It didn't settle well with him, it never really had. "I believe the tough break is on your part," he smiled, and it was far from friendly, a flash of fang before he looked of at Frey, his smile softening into something a bit more friendly. "I don't doubt that for a moment, love. Hm," his brows furrowed, looking at Dakota like he recognized him. "You were there the day of mayhem in the city..." He muttered. He....still didn't put together in more depth whom the **** this guy was.

Dorian Vandeviere · Date: 2017-07-15 04:56 EST

"Not exactly, hm?" Those eyes trailed to Freya, tilting his head lightly at her body language and the look on her face. Those eyes widened, "Don't tell me she settled down..." Those eyes trailed to Dorian for a moment, and then he shook his head. "Nah, with you? Pfft." Waving it off with a roll of his eyes. "Yeah, I was there...Wait, you were there" Damn, you're forgettable," petty little fucker....Just like his player. "Dakota," he said, lifting his chin.

Oh, she was totally Daddy. Those eyes trailed between the two, and she took a step toward Dorian and kept her eyes on Dakota. "Right, right....Dakota, Dorian. Dorian, Dakota....What I do is none of your business," hand extended. "Pendant, now." Palm facing up expectantly, as her eyebrows rose. She wanted what she came for, and she didn't particularly like being around the closest thing she had to an annoying little brother. Weirdo.

Dorian's brow rose, glancing at Frey before he snickered. "If you knew her like you're acting like you do, then you'd know this wild one isn't to be tamed," he smirked lightly, but Frey took care of the 'none of your business' line. As well as introductions. That worked just fine for him, because he'd been about to tell the arrogant prick he didn't care what his name was. But...it would be a lie. For some reason, the name made him frown. He didn't have a clue why, like it was from a dream that he once remembered but too much time had passed and it was just fuzzy. He rolled his eyes to Dakota's pettiness. "Charming, I think I like your bald friend much better, love," he muttered to Freya, and tried not to seem as curious of the pendant than he was. He did smile, though. That fangy smile that said 'we aren't friends'. "I only remember you because you were the only one who died that day." Jab, jabjabjab. Jabs all around apparently!

Dakota snorted lightly, "She and I go way back, how long have you known her?" he asked, lifting his chin some. "You talk big for someone who's more than likely a fling," those eyes narrowing at him. Dorian's name didn't sit well with him either, and he knew exactly why. That jaw clenched lightly and his eyes shifted away, but he didn't think for a moment that his younger brother survived the way back on his own. "Must be talking about Hank," he muttered. "You clearly don't know him that well, either..." he hissed. Then his eyes trailed over to that fangy smile, "Yeah, I seem to remember Freya getting up close and personal to bring me back. She ever do that for you?"

The pissing contest was real.....Freya looked between the two and fought the urge to knock their heads together. Instead, she pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head. "Kota," she muttered sternly. "Enough," she hissed. Fishing out a pack of cigarettes, one was sewn to her lips as she kept that hand out for the pendant. He kept beating around the bush, she was going to be beating some heads"

"You've never heard 'quality over quantity', have you?" He snickered. "It's not about the time known, but how well you get to know someone in the time you've got." He raised a brow, and it took all he had not to look down his nose. Dorian wasn't exactly the type to have a pissing contest but....he's also never been in this position, either. Frey was...his first. He got the virgin curse with that bitch. "And you talk....well, like someone who wants to be in my position, and...will never be," he grinned. Dodo's intuitive nature and ability to read people was strong. Frey....did not seem interested in this guy, and he seemed almost too interested. Dakota's last question had him opening his mouth until he looked stunned by that one nickname that had him staring at Freya, completely disregarding the question altogether. "...What did you just say?"

"Many men have been in your position, love," he spat back, tilting his head lightly before surrendering the pendant and reaching over to spark up the cigarette between her lips with a lighter. "You're not special," he informed Dorian. "In fact, I'd probably get checked," he rolled his eyes. Then he seemed a bit off put by Dorian's reaction to what Freya said. "...She said enough, dude....You deaf?" brow quirk.

Taking in a puff of the cigarette, she barked a smokey snarl and glared at him. "...Fucker..." she retorted, lowering her eyes for a moment. Then her eyes moved toward Dorian, and she'd...rather him not have found out that he was one of many. She'd talk to him about that in a moment, but for now she was just as perplexed as Dakota. "...Enough?" she asked. Dakota's nickname was Kota. Everyone knew that...didn't they"

"Yet not you, so what does that say?" He mumbled. He had sass for days, and could keep it up all night. But that mumble was reflexive, and he was far too distracted with those two syllables that were ringing his memory bell. He didn't even justify the 'get checked' response, either. Nighteaters couldn't catch disease, not something like that. But his brows were sloped low as he was just staring at Dakota at this point. "No, the name. What was the bloody name?" His voice held a bit of an aggressive rasp to it, and the patient saint seemed to actually be losing patience. Apparently, Dorian didn't know that they called him Kota.

Dorian Vandeviere · Date: 2017-07-15 04:57 EST

Damn it! He wasn't allowed to be aggressive without flannel and privacy! She lifted her chin some and looked over at Dorian with a furrowed brow, "Kota?" she asked, brow furrowing lightly. "That's...what I call him sometimes..." She had no idea about his brother, or anything of the sort. So now, she thought she was in the doghouse for calling him by a nickname or some shit....That bottom lip was sucked under her fangs and feasted upon.

Dakota stared at Dorian for a moment, and his own brow sank. "Only close friends are allowed to call me that," he warned him, pointing almost aggressively. No calling him that! Nyet!

Pain flashed through those dark eyes at the repeat of the name, and clearly there was a story there. One Dorian couldn't talk about without choking up, one that he couldn't even bring himself to tell Zver about. No one knew. Not Zver, not Wednesday, not even Domino. And....not even Ko. He kept staring at Dakota like he was looking at a ghost and he shook his head. It was uncanny, the resemblance between them. He didn't want to believe it, get his hopes up and get them crushed. But then that slight possibility. He swallowed hard, regardless of the aggression in Dakota's voice and the finger pointed at him. His throat felt like sandpaper as he said the one word he'd always had trouble with. "...What about brothers?" He managed nothing more than a whisper.

Those eyes snapped toward him, and he furrowed his brow. The idea of that disgusted him, or maybe it just hurt. Turning his eyes away, he shook his head. "Lost my brother a long time ago," he muttered. Idiot. Dorian. His name is Dor-ee-annn! Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he pressed the pendant harder into Freya's hand, and yanked his away. "When you're ready to ditch this moron, let me know.." he hissed darkly, raising his chin some before turning away. ...Somebody hit a sore spot.

It wasn't her this time! Yay! Freya looked between the two, and noted the resemblance. Dorian's words made those eyes stick to him for a moment, and she softened some. "...No way," she muttered softly. She could remember vividly, how Kota always used to talk about finding his brother. She was beginning to put it together. Hell, she was kind of sad she hadn't sooner.

Dakota's words only seemed to make it seem all the more real, but the reaction was all wrong. Where's the grand reunion' In the movies there were hugs, dammit! Dorian had always cried like a little bitch during those kinda movies. He winced slightly to Dakota's words, but not being called a moron. He'd heard worse. He glanced to Frey, but he couldn't meet her eyes. He looked like a punted puppy. Lowering his eyes to the ground, they rolled closed as he spoke of that day for the first time in..."43 years ago, right' Ran into trouble and you told him to run. You'd had a secret meet up spot with him, but....you never got to it. Or if you did, he was already gone," the last part he whispered, and he was fighting the fact his body wanted to shake against his will to contain it. "His name was Dorian, wasn't it' ...Dorian Vandeviere." He opened his eyes, lifting him as he stared at Kota's back. "I'm Dorian....Kota," he whispered the name, and it almost didn't want to come out.

There was a part of him that wanted to run like hell away from Dorian in that moment. A part of him that didn't want the reunion. His brother died a long time ago, and he'd made peace with that. His jaw clenched as a single step away turned into a halt, and his shoulders rose as he heard the man out despite all his better judgement. 43 years ago....felt like an eternity, but sounded right. It was the mention of a secret spot that had his shoulders rising. Dakota's fists clenched, and he wanted to punch Dorian repeatedly. Tell him to stop making up lies. Stop talking. Shut up....He didn't, though. He was frozen. Tense, with that muscular back turned away. He said nothing.

Those eyes were stuck to Dorian in that moment, and she was silent, too. Why hadn't he told her" She couldn't fault him for not telling her. She didn't tell him that Gabriel Petrova was almost undoubtedly her father. So what did he owe her" Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Still, she might've been able to reunite them had she known.....it also dawned on her that she didn't know his last name until that moment.

Dorian Vandeviere · Date: 2017-07-15 05:00 EST

Kota wasn't the only one that wanted to run away, but it wasn't out of peace. He'd never felt peace. He knew Kota had told him to run, but he'd done so almost too willingly that day. He was scared, and of course he didn't want to leave his big brother behind, but he'd run like a coward. He'd left his brother to die. Little did he know, he hadn't. "I'm sorry," he hissed, nearly choking on those two words and he had to squeeze his eyes shut. He ran back then, and he wanted to run now. If he saw his brother again, this wasn't how he imagined it would happen. He thought it would be happy, but he almost regretted saying it to Kota's reaction. Shaking his head, he started backing up slowly. He hated reading people sometimes, but in that moment, he felt like he'd made a mistake. "That was 43 years ago, things change. People change," he rambled, swallowing hard. The last damn thing he wanted was Frey seeing him cry right now. "I'm...I'm going to go, you know where to find me," he whispered quickly, turning around as he started for the mouth of the alley without hesitation. In that moment, there was nothing he wanted more than to get out of there.

Those eyes squeezed shut, and he had no urge to cry. That didn't mean he wasn't feeling things. It was those two words that had his eyes opening. What did Dorian possibly have to feel sorry for" He'd completely forgotten about their pissing contest only moments ago. This wasn't the same man. This was his brother...and he was letting him get away, a second time. He didn't so much as look at Freya when he turned, and moved after Dorian. If the nighteater didn't stop him, he'd be wrapping those arms around him and pulling Do's back against his chest. "I thought you were dead..." he whispered.

The girl had been staring at Kota's back for what felt like an eternity. Say something! She wanted to punch him in the head. Dorian began off, and she looked like she didn't know which one to stay with. Dorian was...special. Kota was still one of her oldest friends. He was still family. Both probably needed her. Her jaw clenched, her foot raised, but Dakota was on the move, and she took a step back, enjoying her cigarette and trying not to listen.

He'd been hellbent on getting out of there, and it felt like he wasn't going to reach the end of the alley quick enough. Then...he didn't. He nearly choked a sob when he felt Kota's arms around him, and he was shaking. Kota had better ability at dealing with emotions than he did. **** he still cried during Titanic. Granted, it was frustrated tears. That bitch could've totally fit Jack on there with her. But this wasn't Titanic, and his brother wasn't dead after all. "I thought you were dead," he rasped out finally, shaking his head before he squirmed. It might've seemed like he was trying to get away for a moment, but if Kota didn't stop him, he'd be turning around and practically squeezing the guy to death in a non-homo hug.

Dakota...never watched Titanic. But he'd probably be on board with Freya in that respect. When Dorian wiggled around, he loosened his grip. "I should've been," he admitted. "...her bald friend saved me..." Locking his arms around his brother in a real hug this time, he grunted lightly at the squeeze and laughed lightly. "Freya was one of the ones that helped get me back to health," he admitted. Then it dawned on him. Freya was being porked by his younger brother....His...eye might've twitched.

"Hank....has a way of popping up out of nowhere," he mumbled, remembering the day the city went to Hell. It was going to be an awkward meet the next time he saw that bald bastard. He was going to get hugged by Dorian for saving his brother. It was 43 bloo'y years ago! Let go o' me! .....Shhh, just accept my gratitude" "She did?" He raised a brow, glancing over his brother's shoulder at the uncomfortably smoking Nighteater and completely missed the eye twitch. Clearing his throat, he finally released his older brother and reluctantly took a step back. "I don't know about you, but I could use a drink," he laughed lightly, looking at Kota. "Think I'll skip the wine tonight and go right for the heavy liquor," he admitted. "Also....sorry for what I said and..." If Kota didn't stop it, he'd be sending a punch toward his shoulder with a crinkle to his own nose. "That's for what you said about Frey. Shall we get a drink" Yes?" He'd peek around to Frey. "Yes" Bloody **** wonderful." He always needed a drink after high-emotion situations. And this one took the **** cake.

Freya was glaring daggers at Kota for some reason. Maybe it was because he'd ratted her out...or maybe it was because she had a resting, I hate Kota face. "I could use a drink," she muttered. A bit of a smirk to the punch to Dakota's shoulder.

"Yeah, and she was a total bitch about it, too....Like—ow!" he yelped when Dorian's fist struck his shoulder. He rubbed at the spot as if it would completely wipe the affliction away, crinkling his nose at Dodo right back! "I didn't say anything that wasn't true!" he defended himself. Then there was an invitation for drinks, and he tilted his head lightly. "Uh, I..." Catching the glare from Freya, he nodded. "Drink sounds good." Don't eat me, McSlutface"

"She's an incredible woman and you've clearly never heard that bit about not saying anything if you don't have anything nice to say," he pointed at Kota, narrowing his eyes briefly but it was hard to be mad at the brother he thought was dead five minutes ago. "I....have some etiquette and manners to teach you," he mumbled before catching Frey's glare at the guy and he raised a brow. He seemed all too pleased about Kota joining them for drinks, losing the lost puppy look and trading it in for a grin. "Lovely. Then you can meet the one who kept me alive," he nodded. "You....may have already met him. He was the one that got shot in the ass by his wife on Mayhem Day," he waved his hand dismissively. "He deserved it," he assured Kota, before he nodded his head to the mouth of the alley. "Let's go," but he'd find himself gravitating toward Freya so he could walk between them. Out of protectiveness" No, he just wanted to be sandwiched in between the one who touched his wiener and his long lost brother, actually.

(Thanks to Frey and Dakota for the scene!)