sugar song and bitter step (Catch-All)

[veratrum]

A. Bring On the Night
Well, a month of moping and drinking some tiny-ass seer wasn’t something someone could do all the time, so as September passes, Liam becomes a more...active hunter. He isn’t content to stay in Islington grounds, either...he strays willingly into Hillingdon’s territory, some nights, and into the pack’s, on others. The kills are always on the nests’ lands, of course, but they are rare--one or two the entire month, if that. He frequents the clubs and bars, feeding on those too high or drunk to really accurately recall what’s happened to them if he doesn’t bother wiping their memories.

He’s not really hard to find when he’s hunting, either--this one’s always humming something, an old sea shanty. Something about sirens, appropriately.



B. September 26th-28th: Blood Moon (on the rise)
There’s nothing better than the thrill of a true hunt. Liam hated the war after he was turned, hated the chaos and the mayhem and the mess, but oh, there was nothing like that thrill. He hunts in Greenwich now, and even when he doesn’t need to feed he haunts the streets, practically dancing down the stones, singing tunes and laughing as the moon swells in size.

Oh, it’s going to be a good time.



C. There’s no fucking way this is in your tea leaves (Closed to Aleks)
You’d think it’d be easy to find someone when you’re a seer, but that doesn’t turn out to be true. Liam’s in a mood tonight, so he’s just left a litter of notes, eventually leading up to the roof...after sending anyone after him in a circuit throughout the entire house. Twice.

He’s simply watching the stars though...hair completely loose, making him resemble an unshorn sheep more than anything truly majestic. This is what happens when you don’t cut your hair in a century, kids. Either way, he’s there, and he’s waiting.


[ooc: Drop me a line if you want a specific threadstarter, or want to make something else up, I'm down.]

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wow rude much D:

[pathfinding]

"And you had nothing better to do with your time than cover the house with notes while I was sleeping? I think you're the one that needs the chat."

The gaze to the stars is followed, but the train of thought isn't shared. He probably just feels that way because he part eldritch abomination, or appears as one, or whatever it is the hallucinations mean. The silence is appreciated.

Then Liam ruins it with his dumb. Ugh, he doesn't want to talk about this- out comes the flask, "I ran my check off schedule this week. You're free to bite me if you need it, but at this rate you'll end up like Kate's cats. Fat and lazy and spending months on a cat tree expecting to be hand-served fresh tuna."

you started it

[veratrum]

"There will be time for...excitement soon enough. I can amuse myself in the meanwhile."

He doesn't look over, but he doesn't have to--he can smell the alcohol. What's more...he can hear Aleks heartbeat. Hears it miss it's own tempo. He wouldn't be this cagey if Kate had bitten him, so that leaves...

"Didn't shoot this one, did you?" He laughs, faintly, before sitting up and removing notes from his hair. "And I can still smell Cooper on you. You know I don't give a shit, right? As long as you don't get yourself killed...it's your blood. Give it to whomever. And don't sulk around like some guilty girlfriend about it."

#nope

[pathfinding]

"With notes, I see."

Amusement blurs in this time, and quickly dies a second later at the comment. The disdained apathy he's shot is a perfect warning about how far off-base he is. After all, there's only one thing he hates talking about and of course he has to talk about or else Liam is going to think it's relationship issues, of all the blighted-

"A few nights hence. You came back with a vision so strong it shorted out my reality for a moment. I haven't encountered something like that since I died." Oh. "Death shroud like Mother's, drags in everyone around it. Thought it was yours- don't worry me like that, it's irritating. "

Oh.

Well.

At least the flask isn't stupid and asking stupid questions. The only supporter in a world where someone that pretty can be that fucking stupid. A beat, staring off at nothing, before the comment is finished flatly, "On that note, you might wish to avoid Cooper for a bit."