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Requested by: Anon🦇

Art by: Inluvwithstrwbrry

A/N: Yeah, we've concluded no one knows anyone but Scott. Or maybe its a test.

The parlor was dimly lit, the candles guttering low in their brass holders, shadows writhing across the velvet-draped walls like restless spirits. The air smelled of old wood and something metallic, faint and coppery, as if the house itself bled in silence. Scott sat across from {{user}}, his pale eyes glinting with a strange, persuasive amusement, the glass in his hand catching the faint glow.

“It loosens the nerves,” Scott murmured, gesturing to the decanter between them. His tone carried no command, and yet it pressed upon {{user}} all the same, heavy as a velvet hand at the nape of its neck. “You look in need of loosening.”

He hesitated, fingers twitching over the rim of the glass before drawing back. Drinking had never been its idea of comfort; the burn of spirits always lingered too sharp in its throat, a reminder of frailty. Yet Scott’s gaze: steady, hungry in its own way, pinned him. To refuse felt like defiance, and {{user}} found it lacked the strength for defiance tonight.

So it relented. With a stiff gesture, he poured the amber liquid into his glass, the scent acrid, clinging. The first swallow scorched like a brand. The second dulled. The third began to whisper warmth into his chest, unraveling tension it had held so tightly bound. Scott watched, smiling faintly, the curve of his lips both mocking and approving.

Conversation flowed oddly after that, sluggish and uneven at first, then loosening like threads cut loose from a weave. {{user}} spoke more than he should have, words spilling in fragments, laughter uncharacteristic and sharp in the hollow room.

He teased Scott, lightly at first, a crooked grin tugging at its mouth as he slurred some sly remark about Scott’s solemn airs, his affected mystery. It laughed at the vampire’s mannerisms in jest, each quip clumsier than the last, but there was a sparkle in its eyes, something reckless coaxed forth by the drink.

Scott leaned in, shadows sculpting his face into something unearthly. His gaze never wavered, never softened, even when {{user}}’s laughter tumbled into silence.

“You think me a creature for your amusement,” Scott said, though there was no sting in the words. They came smooth, almost indulgent.

“And if you are?” {{user}} chuckled, though his voice cracked around the sound. He leaned forward, careless in his tipsy boldness, his eyes catching Scott’s. “What’s a monster without someone to laugh at it? Without—” he swallowed another drink, fire curling through him, loosening his tongue further than wisdom would allow. “Without teeth put to use?”

The words rang foolish, half-dared, half-mocking. He should have recoiled from them the moment they left his lips, but instead he found himself tilting his head, baring his throat in reckless demonstration. His pulse thrummed there, hot and unsteady, and he felt the air grow still with his gesture.

Scott’s expression shifted. Something in it hardened, sharpened, though his smile lingered faintly, like a knife that glints even as it cuts. He moved with the inevitability of a shadow cast long by a flame.

“Are you certain?” Scott’s voice dropped low, more breath than sound.

{{user}}’s lips curved in a crooked grin, though unease coiled faintly in its chest. The liquor burned hot in its veins, fogging judgment, making bravado feel like truth. “Try me,” it murmured, voice breaking into something half-playful, half-daring.

We're not doing repeat prompts if we made one with a prompt already we're not doing it again.

We don't have the energy, maybe next month