Dried Roses RP (Vampire/Werewolves/Human/Powers) Accepting

[herondale.]

Jace laughed lightly, and hugged Areth gently.

[arte]

Areth hugged him back, "Poor Damian." she said, though she never thought she would say that. How ironic. She smiled at Jace and leaned her head into his chest.

[herondale.]

Jace cupped the back of Areth's head. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you," he said with a soft smile.

[arte]

"I promise you never will." Areth murmured.

[herondale.]

Jace smiled, kissing the top of Areth's head. "Good," he said.

[Wolfsabre]

Zorran strode past Seven and towards the mansion. He spotted Aereth and Jace and he faulted. He watched them for a moment before he sighed and passed them. He opened the door to the house and walked over to a chair in the shadows. He grabbed his amulet and opened it up. He wasn't contacting Lutherin however. He looked at the small picture inside it. His eyes traveled from himself to an older man who looked like him, and to a woman, who had his eyes. His eyes finally rested on a young girl, at least 17. She had long blonde hair that went to her waist and blue eyes. He looked at her and sighed, leaning his head against the wall.

[herondale.]

Damian's head turned slightly to a faint noise. "I guess thats Zorran," Zane said with a small hiss. Damian nodded, looking at Theo.
"I'll leave her be for now," he sighed, forcing himself to his feet. "This newbie reaks of trouble..." he hissed, heading out the room, followed by Zane.

[herondale.]

(( I've got to go!! ))

[Wolfsabre]

Zorran didn't hear the footsteps. He was thinking. His thoughts travelled back to his home, years ago. He remembered every detail...
Zorran walked into the kitchen and saw Gwendolyn and he smiled and crept up on her. He snapped both of his fingers in her ears and she jumped and whirled around. "Zorran!" she breaths. "Why do you do that?!" she tried to scowl, but Zorran knew she was about to smile.
He grinned. "Your reaction is always funny, that's why"
Gwendolyn laughed then and kissed his cheek. "I'm glad I amuse you. How is Lutherin?"
"Fine as ever. You know, planning world domination, the holocaust of the vampires, same old"
"That man will never chan..." but she was interrupted as he kissed her.
He pulled away from his dream. He knew it was unwise to linger on the past. Lutherin told him so. It makes him weak. He sighed again and rubbed the back of his neck.

[herondale.]

Damian watched from the landing-banister and frowned. Well, at least he had feelings. Damian then tilted his head as he moved to walk down the stairs, keeping his eyes fixated on Zorran. Zane stayed on the landing, watching from afar.