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Vladimir Valentin VII

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Melbourne ☆ Master Cellist/Conductor of the MSOSanctusX
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

Vladimir had to admit, the miracle of Matthew Belmont was certainly a story for the ages. Not even the young dhampir would have thought coming free from a coma lasting five years was nigh on impossible. and yet there they were. What sort of magic was involved there, he wondered? His wonderment remained internal however, as he sat next to Améa within the Drunken Roo.

Her family may have been nearby to help with the prison that was the energy, but her safety was still of utmost importance, especially to a man who had been tasked with being her guard. And, he had after all, made it clear that failure was not about to be an option. Vladimir nursed no drink, not yet - he wanted his mind to be clear. Nor did he have any desire to partake in anything alcoholic to begin with. Though the taste for vodka was imbued into his genetics, of course, it would do him no good.

Not now. Perhaps never again.

Vladimir glanced at the festivities before turning his attentions back to Améa once more. After the shared experience of expressing their failures and forlorn pasts on the porch of Stuart's mother's home, he knew that there was much more to Améa than could have ever met the eyes. Now, Améa also knew a bit more about the past that he kept buried away from the majority of the masses that were not his immediate family. 

This was supposed to be a celebration, but Vladimir's face remained as stoic as it usually was, the man seated almost stone still, sentinel, formal attire notwithstanding.

"To express such emotions openly is a strange thing," Vladimir mused quietly to Améa. Once, a long time ago when Vladimir had been but a small boy, had he considered freely showing the world how its events effected him. Now? Hardly. "Is there anything you wish to do whilst we are here?

 

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Narragyambie ★ Sadrienne
25 year old Halfbreed Sorceraic ☆ She/Her

The burden of her role gathering energy had become heavier every day. It pulsed through her blood like an electrical current, humming day and night and making rest near impossible. Not that she needed much in the way of sleep. Améa found herself wandering the nights, longing for the thoughtless void that sleep had once brought to her. She hoped every night that she would get a break from being awake, and every night she was disappointed. Améa knew that Stuart and Mary had definitely noticed, whether they had spoken to the rest of her family about it was another thing---but so long as she appeared to keep her spirits up, and tried to rest at night, there was nothing more to be done.

Barely tall enough to see through the pub windows, Vladimir towered over her tiny frame. Her hair had grown fast, and long. her skin fair glowed with the magic she held within. Still, the softer, rounded childlike features did little to ruin her trademark solemn expression. This was a party, and parties were dangerous affairs. So many people in one location, predicting what might happen was so much harder. Améa had been reluctant to attend at all.

What if Zane chose to crash this party too? The thought terrified her. Were it not for Lei's situation, and for Nika's love, she might have slipped away in the night to give him the only thing she believed could stop him from harming her family: herself. Would it be so bad? She did love him. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop loving him. 

No. She couldn't. She had to stay here. For Lorelei, but mostly for Nika. She would not abandon her daughter knowingly. She worried too that, were Zane to attend and see Nika properly---he might catch on and then there would be no hell or high water that would stop him from trying to know her. Nothing short of death itself. He had always, from the first moment, wanted children.

Only for the fact that her family was here, had Améa come. So many of them that it would be difficult even for Zane to cause harm. That, and Vladimir had assured her that he would not leave her side for the duration of the night. 

She nodded to his statement, neck craning to see the goings-on around her. One tiny hand reached upward, grasping for Vladimir's fingers and curling tight around what she could hold of his much larger hand.

"There is no particular thing for which I wish," she said with a shake of her head. "Perhaps except a seat for seeing around," Améa frowned, her view almost entirely made up of legs and bottoms as they walked around the pub. The view at this height was not ideal.

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Melbourne ☆ Master Cellist/Conductor of the MSOSanctusX
27 year old Halfbreed Dhampir ☆ He/Him

Constant vigilance was a must. Vladimir's attention to his immediate surroundings was momentarily switched to the small hand now curling around his own fingers. Glancing downward, Améa was holding his hand, and it was through sheer willpower that he did not allow himself to tense up at the contact. However, if Vladimir spent any amount of time thinking about it, he would have realized that it was becoming increasingly easier in Améa's presence to not tense at any physical contact. After all, he had carried her once in her normal, adult form. He had let her cling to him when he had been in his panther form. Holding his hand was truly nothing in comparison.

Améa wished for a better view?

That was perhaps one of the easier things that he could accomplish. His thoughts immediately turned to Veronika, the triplet that seemed the most attached to him, always near him when he would visit Jezebel and Viktor. Vladimir could not fathom why this was the case, and though he loved all three triplets equally, there was seemingly some pull to the girl. Was it perhaps a byproduct of being present when she had been pulled from Améa's womb to that of Jezebel's? Vladimir could not know for certain, and for now, he had no desire to ask.

It was enough that the little one was alive, and well. Much like her mother.

Vladimir allowed his attention to return to the present moment, his glance going down to Améa once more. At her current height, she would not be able to see much of anything in the pub. And Vladimir knew all too well that two sets of eyes keeping track of whatever chaos could arise would be all the better.

"If the idea is agreeable to you, I could place you upon my shoulders. It would give you a clear view of everything around us," Vladimir recommended softly, his red eyes never leaving the crowds around them. "It does seem to be the one thing Veronika always asks of me." Vladimir almost allowed a fond smile to come to his face, but instead the emotion played its way through his mind and towards Améa's.

"If not, I shall see if I can find you a taller chair to sit upon. The more eyes upon the crowds, the better. We cannot be... complacent." I cannot, and will not, fail.

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