in winter's eyes [theo]

[MONICA DIONE YOUNGER]

i follow you with my eyes closed

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If there was one thing Monica loved, it was her art being showcased. It gave her something to look forward to whenever she produced something that was of great splendor, to such that her manager adored it and demanded it to be put on exhibition. Whenever she was not hanging out with her pack members, Monica was busy at home finishing up her assignments, and working on her art projects, occasionally with Harlyn to help her out. The quirky werewolf was great with art, and knew how to critique as to what looked nice and what did not. Today would be her fourth exhibition, that would showcase her work from two years ago to the present. The paintings were also open to sale, to those who wished to buy it. Notably though, her best work were usually paintings of kittens, which was pretty ironic seeing as she was a wolf.

As entrance was free, people from all over Manuka and the United States came hopping by to see her work. She wasn't that famous worldwide yet, but plenty of people all over the country knew her name as a talented artist. It did help as well that her parents were rich, and had contacts everywhere. Putting the fact that Monica was the daughter of hunters and that she was a werewolf, she was a completely ordinary human with the gift of art. The brunette was standing in the doorway of the museum, shaking the hands and greeting those that came. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her parents slip away into the night to hunt, and immediately began worrying about their safety. Her siblings soon followed, and she hoped that they would come back safe and sound. The exhibition was also a cover for them, to take down any mischievous supernaturals that hoped to cause havoc during the exhibition. It was a win-win situation.

When she was done greeting, she wandered into the museum, absentmindedly checking out her own paintings, occasionally forgetting that they were actually hers. She stopped at a huge, mofo portrait of a dinosaur that she drew weeks ago, and couldn't help but break out into delighted laughter. It made her happy, as simple as it was. Dinosaurs were her favourite reptiles that had ever existed to walk the earth, the skulls around the museums were proof that they had indeed existed. She ran a finger across the canvas, tilting her head to one side, analyzing it, only to turn around when she heard her name being called.

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[THEODORE NICHOLAS BLACKWOOD]

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t h e r e i s g o n n a b e a f l a m e

Theo did not visit the Manuka museum of Art very often, but every once in a while he found himself wandering in that direction. Like right now, when he was bored and lonely, Grace being up to whatever he didn't even know and what his other two housemates Jett and Lewis were doing, he didn't even want to know. Some things were better off not knowing and he felt like these things with Lewis and Jett's hook ups with multiple girls belonged in that category. Even though they still teased him for hooking up with Grace, Teddy was glad he had done that. He was glad that he had discovered he didn't love her, not like that, and that he could not continue his life alone and at least not fawning over someone he knew for sure he could never get. Because that was the fun in the game, he just chose someone to love because he knew he could never get them. Because he knew they were never going to love him back and that way he could be safe and loving someone from a distance while never being loved back, it was a really nice invention and people who struggle should try it more often. It had never gone wrong before and Teddy was quite sure it wouldn't go wrong either. It was his safety net even though at first he hadn't even realized he had one.

People had walked over him his entire life and Teddy was about done with people pretending they liked him and wanted whatever was best for him when all they did was deceive him. It had become hard for him to trust people and let them in, but that didn't mean he didn't try. His mind wandered back to the pretty little witch with her violet eyes he had met the other day in the rain, with her dazzling smile and jubilant attitude and how she had somehow gotten him to feel better about himself, improve his mood, all of it. He didn't know whether he'd ever see her again, but he had felt something much like the way he had felt when he had seen Grace for the first time. Only did he hope that this time it didn't mean that he'd be stuck with an unrequited love for a long time again, until something happened and he'd realize he had deceived himself once again. Teddy was good at telling himself things that weren't true, trusting people that shouldn't be trusted and loving people he would never get. Maybe it was his own way of living with his faith as vampire, a creature he had never wanted to be, but his sister had changed him because it was the only way to save him, even if it had been up to him, he'd have rather died than be a blood-sucking monster.

But now was not the time to think about all of that, since he had found his way to be an acceptable vampire, even if most people didn't believe it and were scared. Theodore was a vegetarian vampire who survived on animal blood, which technically made him weaker than vampires that did drunk human blood, but he really didn't care. He didn't care at all. He had survived like this for 150 years and he'd survive on it for the next eternity, unless a hunter decided that it is the harmless supernaturals you should kill, then he'd probably end up dead, but hey, he could even have peace with that when it was his time. Theo was so deep in his thoughts that he mindlessly strolled through the museum, bumping into a girl who suddenly turned around, and he was relieved that he didn't knock her over. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I really should start to pay attention better." The man said with a laugh, brushing a hand through his messy brown hair, looking down at the girl he had just bumped into. She was pretty and didn't exactly seem like the type to wander around in dusty old museums, but hey who was he to judge right? "My name is Theodore, but you can call me Teddy. What's your name?" He asked her, offering his hand to the stranger as he curiously observed her.

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[MONICA DIONE YOUNGER]

i follow you with my eyes closed

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Monica was long used to bumping into things, or rather, things bumping into her as the girl liked to put it herself because it was usually her fault, and she would prefer to blame the inanimate objects instead. It didn't matter the situation or event, somehow, she was still going to have a new bruise for the day. The faint scars on her arms and legs from these were forever going to be there, and it was amazing that Momo's skull wasn't crushed yet. The number of times she had bumped in whenever she walked into walls or poles were perplexing for her pack. It was what made her so precious and fragile, and it had only increased her pack's desires to protect her further. Plus, she couldn't fight for shit, but at least she was working on that. Bless Indy for having the kindness to help her out, Momo could still feel her body sore from the workout. And she now knew how to punch someone properly...with the addition of high pitched battle cries. Weehoo.

So, it was really no surprise when she felt her shoulder being smacked, and the werewolf nearly tripped on her heels. "Oof," said the brunette, rubbing her shoulder and looking up into the handsome face of a....sniff sniff....vampire. She couldn't help the giggle that came from her lips at his apology. At least he didn't seem the type that had an attention deficit disorder. If anything, she was the one that should be learning how to pay attention better, but unless she was on her meds, she couldn't focus properly on shit. Her mind hated her whenever she had to do things that she didn't want to do. A pink blush spread across her face the more she gazed at the vampire. He was cute. Just like Dorian, but Dorian was cuter. Ah, Dorian. If only there were more vampires like him. Life would be more pleasant for everyone, her included.

"Oh, don't worry about it," smiled Monica. "Teehee, Teddy. That is so adorable." She accepted his hand with her own gracefully. "I'm Monica, but some call me Momo. Did you come to see my paintings too?" The last part she asked excitedly, gesturing at the mofo, gargantuan portrait of the T-Rex. It was drawn in perfect details, and painted over with a myriad of colours. She glanced at Teddy again, and realized that the answer was right in front of her. Most who came to art exhibitions like this were usually among the rich and classy. Teddy looked normal and casual, and he didn't exactly have the look of reverence Momo saw in most artists. But that was okay, because he was here now. The werewolf glanced up to hearing her name being called again, and she cheerily waved at whomever it was.

"So, what bring you here, Teddy?" she then asked daintily, looking at him expectantly. If he wasn't here for art, then what for?

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