Make an end of me. Make me endless.

[holly_aldridge]

Leaning back into the hot water, Holly heaved a sigh. It had been a long, tiring, bloody endless week. Exercise to rebuild muscle, study, practice, and let's not forget the constant shoveling of food down her gullet to regain weight. She was bloody sick of food. True, it was working- her cheeks returned to fullness from sunken hollows, her hips and

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[sascha_korbl]

Sascha had been impressed with Holly's fortitude, with her vast knowledge of anatomy and her willingness to learn from him. She had proven herself willing to kill, willing to experiment and most importantly, willing to do it without compassion like a good Tzimisce should. The fact that she was hot and had some serious fashion sense helped too. All in all, bitch was fly. And once she woke up, he knew she'd be fierce.

Sascha hadn't told anyone about the little finding he'd made on the beach. He didn't want Julien to pull some sort of faggot shit where he proclaimed Holly his property because her Domitor had been his unfaithful ex-lover. Julien obviously hadn't wanted her, seeing as how he had thrown her away. This fact didn't make him angry or resentful on behalf of her, though. It was only what it was: how the story had unfolded.

He twisted his fingers in the towel's nap as he thought everything out, his mind flashing back to his own Embrace without a bit of sentimentality. The ritual, the death surrounding his rebirth was what mattered, and at the time Sascha had taken careful notes of his condition, notes which he had looked back upon this past week, while Holly was training and eating and making herself strong. Vicissitude had helped in spots as well, and Sascha had been more than pleased when she had helped re-make herself, rather than relying on him to do it for her. Initiative was a powerful resource.

She pulled back the curtain then and he slid his eyes over to her, not bothering to move his head, or to address her. Instead he tugged at an errant string, pulling until more unraveled. "Ready?" he said, though he wasn't asking. It wasn't a question, an Are you okay with this?

It was a fact. And as he threw her the towel Sascha turned to get his things: Sunglasses. Keys. Hoodie. And a bucket. The rest of the arrangements had already been made, were already waiting for him. Now they just needed to get going. It didn't matter; they still had plenty of time. It wasn't like he was dick enough to rush her on her final night of life.

"Ready."

Sascha slipped his sunglasses on, turning to look at her with a slow grin. He moved in to kiss her cheek, nuzzling his face against her neck before biting her just behind the ear. Sascha only took a small drink, but he savored her all the same. "Fuckin' A, let's go, then."

He headed out before her, holding the door open as an afterthought, and then locking the apartment door. Soren had woken up with a craving for Chinese, so he'd probably be gone all night anyway - Chinatown was kind of a hike.