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somehow it seems colder now

Max held back a laugh at the mention of Tersha calling her own name. Indeed, she'd screamed it more passionately than she'd screamed Kane's name, not that Max wanted to think about it too much. He got up again, his glass already empty, and raided the mini fridge, pulling out a few small bottles of gin and carrying them back to his chair. Dorcas was asking his type, and he found her incessant holier than thou attitude was grating on him just a bit. "The quiet ones are never boring," he said, starting on the first bottle of gin. Max had been with every type and then some during his long life, and he honestly had no real preference or "type". He just knew Kane wasn't it. Dorcas was swiftly adding herself to that list as she proved herself suspicious and judgmental.



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somehow it seems colder now

Vodka. Yuck. Max downed it anyway and poured another as he listened to the exchange next door. Dorcas declined a night of debauchery with Kane and her friend, and returned back to her own room like a good little witch. Max didn't bother fleeing to the balcony, he was tired of pretending he wasn't following her. He needed full access to the bar and a comfortable chair to sit in while he chased that buzz. She locked the door, not even slightly surprised to find him in her room, and he fixed her a glass of water as she lounged on the sofa. "Didn't fancy a round with Adonis?" Max asked with a smirk as he passed her drink over and sat down in a soft chair facing her.



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somehow it seems colder now

"I used to love cheese," Max mused, closing his eyes and trying to remember the taste, though his memory of it could never do it justice. "I'd steal whole blocks from the kitchen when I'd go home drunk. My mother used to whip me with her apron the next day when there'd be none left for dinner." He grinned at the memory. His mother had been strict with him, one of the main reasons Max was so easy going with his own kids. He listened as Dorcas scratched down an order on parchment, chatting away the entire time. What did he do for fun? "Sit in my house and wait for the sun to go down," he said dryly, his whole body tensing as he heard the cracking of glass as it squelched into soft flesh, the brunette below him letting out an unmistakable hiss of pain.

Fuck. Max was on his feet in a heartbeat, dropping down to the balcony outside Kane's room. He glanced through the window long enough to see the blood dripping from Tersha's toe, and held his breath. His eyes flicked to Kane and then he jumped to the next balcony over, his back pinned to the wall, hidden out of sight of the Auror. Max slid down to the floor, pulling his knees up and burying his head in them as he waited for the sounds of his best friend drinking human blood. His stomach churned.



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes
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somehow it seems colder now

Max smiled to himself when Dorcas began telling him all about herself. It was a far cry from her being vexed at him coaxing out her name. She mentioned working in the Ministry, and he nodded his head. Yes, he had figured that one out quite early, and perhaps she had figured out a few things about him between then and now. She inquired about him and he sighed, tilting his head back to look at the stars, Orion, the hunter, shining down above him. "I like books," he said softly to the night. "I like the sunrise. Even from the shadows I could see her eyes sparkling like the purest tourmaline each morning." Memories of Liliana floated through his mind. Her bright smile, the way she would stay up late and wake early just to see him in the gentlest light. He would allow the faintest of the suns rays to touch him through the window so she could see him clearly, her fingers tracing the lines of his face before he was forced back into the darkness.

Max sucked in a deep breath, the city sounds lost on him now. "I have the most amazing kids," he went on. "I think you know one of them." Max smiled, thinking of how much his son disliked the witch he was baring all to under the moonlight. "You should go easy on him. He had it hard when his mother died. It became his job to show his siblings the light. To take them where I could not." Max shook his head. It never should have been that way, Kit had borne too much responsibility too soon, and Max was convinced that it had stolen the light from him. He had once been a carefree child, and now it seemed like Kit bore the weight of the world on his shoulders. Deciding he had said enough, Max tilted his head, pulling his focus back to the hotel room below him. All he could hear were sounds of kissing, things being knocked over, and animalistic sounds coming from the brunette. He tuned out again.



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes
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somehow it seems colder now

Ah, yes, the nicest suite in the hotel. Right on the top floor. Why was Kane such a showy prat sometimes? Max sighed as he heard Dorcas march up to the desk and demand a room next door to them. Max rolled his eyes. Blatant stalking, and by the way the reception witch bent over backwards to please her she must have had some sway. He'd have to ask Kit about that without letting him know why he was curious about an Auror he'd supposedly never met. For now, he had to climb to the top of the building, ruining his shirt along the way. It ripped on a sharp brick, and by the time he'd made it to the roof his fingers were grey from gripping on to rough stone. He listened carefully for the ding of the lifts reaching the top floor, pacing across the roof to try and find the right spot. All of this effort because of a cocky witch.



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tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes
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somehow it seems colder now

Max kept a good distance between himself and Dorcas after spotting her loitering and stalking down the alley. After almost five hundred years, he had enough practice to out-sleuth a mortal, though he wondered if she expected him to follow her. How did she sleep at night being so suspicious all the time? He held back, keen eyes finding Kane and the brunette in the distance. She was straddling him in the street, and Max was glad he hadn't been the one to go for her. That was not his style at all. He was sure his friend would be pleased that he was in for a good time. Far from a prude, Max still averted his eyes, training his gaze on the Auror instead. He could hear the sounds of their kissing well enough without having to watch it, too. So he lurked in the shadows, moving like a shadow himself as he followed Dorcas, who followed Kane.



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