Dances with Wolves (Azraeth)

[Prudence]

There was the briefest glimmer of confusion that crossed her face again when Azraeth asked about Aly and Charlotte. These questions caused her to stop, only to shrug them off and answer what she knew. "CC's, ya know, CC." Prudence laughed at that explanation before continuing. "She's still doing her thing at SILKS. Sired a couple of her own, but only one makes sure to remind us he's still around." There was a casual roll of her shoulders, the woman remembering the clothing she was in wasn't hers when the shoulders rolled and felt the fabric against them. "DD's still with Mordie. They're practically married, but-" She stopped talking but let her shoulders raise high, then drop as quick as they raised. Why they weren't married could potentially be stemmed from Prudence herself. At one point she had made a lot of demands on Mordie to even date DD. He had met all of those demands with ease, and if they wanted to go ahead and get married in the near future; though the woman would have her reservations, she wouldn't express them or stop them. No longer was she afraid that if something would happen, that Prudence would be forced to choose between her best friend and the woman she had a strong desire to protect and see excel in this life. "But they aren't." Prudence finished the sentence up before thinking on the offer extended to her.

The question surprised her. Momentarily. But when Azraeth mentioned questions, Prudence nodded her head because it made sense. She had a few. Maybe more depending on the answers given to her by the male. However, the red head was at a momentary crossroad. Less than a handful of people knew where she actually lived now. One of the four, at most, being a dog, that was now her dog. It wasn't as if the woman was worried he would sneak in her place for any stupid reason. It simply had to do with the fact that Prudence was in the process of defining who she was; from her style, to her apartment. Having shared a space-many spaces that was, with the same person for around three years, and then not sharing that space anymore, had each person trying to figure out what was theirs, what was being kept and what they liked as well as disliked. It was a process she hadn't ever gone through, and a tedious one at best.

"Sure." The woman started walking again-slowly. "That would solve the coat front at least." She added before returning to his questions about Aly and Charlotte. "I haven't seen or heard anything in the Crownet or anywhere, in forever. But it wasn't like we were friends." There was the slightest tone of inquiry as she spoke, wondering why he, of all people, would ask her about Aly. And it continued as she started talking about Charlotte. "I've talked to Charlotte on the Crownet a couple times. About those buildings with the trigger happy baddies in them. Offering to help her, or asking for help. She never gets back to me until it's too late. I don't think she checks that place a lot."

"Don't mind the mess. Or the dog. At the apartment." Prudence spoke as they neared the border of the quarantine zone and where Wickbridge ended. "It's a work in progress." She offered him a tiny smile. Why she felt the need to say that, wasn't all to clear. Was she trying to impress Azraeth? Prudence certainly wasn't embarrassed with the fact she barely lived in the place and hadn't unpacked much of anything yet. . "So, through the sewers, teleport, climb the fence or want me to summon ya?" Prudence stopped walking and turned so that her back faced the wall, as her arms lifted and crossed over her chest. "Unless you have a better idea."

[Azraeth]

Az knew CC, sort of. The two of them had really only ever talked briefly to his recollection. Back when the Daughters had been rising, Superbia had been hopeful that CC would join and find some kind of peace. The world seemed to have other plans for the woman, though. Az wasn’t the type to judge; not everyone needed to follow the same path. She seemed to attract trouble, or had in the past. The Mystic could not have said for any accuracy if that was still true – nor did it particularly matter. The world was full of people of different varieties, and each of them had their own place, their own little niche. So long as Prudence and CC were happy with the way things were, that was what mattered, at least as far as Raeth was concerned.

He assumed the comment was rhetorical, so he didn’t confirm.

“That seems to be the case with most branches to family trees. Though that doesn’t generally concern me. Most people are turned as adults, and by that time, the need to be independent is heavily ingrained. I view it as a good thing when they don’t go making problems.” Which was probably a sad paradigm to follow after, but Az had been burned in the past by people who thought that having a ton of people in touch all the time was a good thing. Asher was an example of that. Raeth had learned that it was better to be make associations and accommodations for those who didn’t cause migraines.

“That is wonderful to hear. Next time I talk to her, I’ll have to offer up my ear for girl talk.” Which was probably a little odd, considering Az wasn’t a girl, but that wasn’t about to change how he interacted with people. At least not too terribly much. Raeth’s own relationships tended to follow a certain pattern. He got close to people, and they either walked out of his life, or he was ripped out of theirs by some sort of outside force. Time had made him cautious about committing for that very reason, because too many people were quick to get married and things of that nature. He couldn’t honestly understand it. As humans, there was this social imperative to attend, the need to settle down and procreate, but vampires did not have a limited lifetime, nor could they truly create fresh young.

Well. Not without dark consequences.

His own difficulty in understanding his emotions didn’t usually help the situation either.

By the time their conversation picked back up, and they were on their way to the apartment, Az was nearly certain that something was wrong with Prudence’s memory. He had been mulling over the possibility, but had not been keen on bringing it up because he did not want to seem insulting. But he was certain Aly and Prudence had met on more than one occasion, and been…maybe not close, but at least he would have called Aly a friend. Maybe Prudence held a different standard, but it required some questioning to ascertain the truth. “Do you remember the Daughters of Destiny?” He outright asked, finally. Very much after the manner of ripping a band aid off.


“It’s at Corvidae? If that’s the case, I can just walk across the water – less of a hassle that way.” He commented before glancing sidelong towards Prudence. He had kept close to her through the little journey because he had wanted to obstruct some more of the view of her nude form. “I’m sure your place looks just fine. My own apartment at Beta is not even properly decorated yet.” A shrug. He spent most of his time out or at the Temple anyway, so really it was more of a book locker than anything else.

That said, he broke away from her side so that he could walk around the fence and into the little river that ran through the middle of Harper Rock. He figured the two of them would meet in the lobby.

[Prudence]

Prudence wasn't ignoring his question about the Daughter's of Destiny, she was thinking about it. Riffling through her memory, because the way he asked it implied she should know about it. When he left her side, Prudence was as glad for it as she was troubled by it. Anything could happen to the guy and he just started unearthing something important. On a few levels. At least she though so.

But, the redhead was glad because it gave her time to think about what he said about Levi and about the Daughter's without looking stupid. Levi, was, maybe, a lot like her when Azraeth described it like that. The need to be independent and making their own way. Prudence had been independent by her choice and by other outside forces. When your 'support' system disappears or is ripped away from you, you sort of have no choice. And the desire to always count on yourself and your own abilities had been ingrained in her since she was a teenager. Maybe that was why Levi and her always butted heads. Two, strong-willed, stubborn, independent people, trying to make their own way in this life. But one did like to cause trouble. More trouble than he could chew off sometimes. But, that was CC's problem mainly, then hers. Only if she wanted it to be, too.

She watched him cross the river, before Prudence shrugged her shoulders, took a couple steps back and took a running start at the fence. Fingers laced around the metal gate as Prudence climbed it, taking it one step at a time, as quietly and as quickly as she could. As she climbed, the metal gate dug into her feet, gnawing at the flesh with each step upwards until Prudence got to the top of the gate and crouched down on the metal top rail. Her feet needed a break from the metal that bit into it as she worked her way up. With a breath in, Prudence turned her figure, gripped the top rail and dropped down the other side. She did this to save her feet. Only a few steps downwards and she could jump off the fence and land without any complications. And that's exactly what she did.

Her method took a little longer, so by the time the redhead arrived in the lobby, he was already there. She gave a little wave to Azraeth, then answered his question. "DoD?" Prudence asked, only because she had read about something called DoD in her diary (which she realized was an acronym for something) and CC had told her what it stood for a while ago. When CC first noticed blank spots in her memory. Each woman had their theories about the lack of memories in Pru's memory, but nothing concrete.

Her question might have seemed as if it was going to give Azraeth a glimmer of hope about Prudence recalling anything about Superbia, Aly, or Charlotte, but when Prudence spent approximately two months in the realms, everything she knew and shared with Superbia in any capability was wiped clean. Unfortunately, that meant any connections because of DoD had also been wiped clean. "No. Well, not really. CC said it was something Worthington did. Probably when I was in the fade. I was there for a few months." Prudence had gone there all too willingly, if she could remember that. Between the ******** with Cliff, losing Bia and pushing everyone away, all she was doing was damaging the lives of those she loved. So when Prudence got into a bar fight with some gangsters and a couple blood thieves, she didn't have it in her to fight back. Prudence felt the need to recharge herself, even if that disappearing for a while. And she did. Prudence lost the drive to fight on a few levels.

"I don't ever see anyone talking about it anywhere, so it must have fizzled out." Prudence moved to the elevator and pressed the button. "What do ya know about it?" She asked as the doors opened and she pressed the circle she needed that would take them to her floor.

[Azraeth]

The question threw him at first, but only because that was how she used to refer to the Daughters, with the acronym. By that logic, he held onto the hope that she had her full and complete memory, but as the two of them walked through the lobby towards the elevator it became very clear that she didn’t really have her whole memory. And it became very clear why there were holes there. Az had spent a few months in the Fade as well, and it had slowly erased bits and pieces of who had been when he had been Superbia. Maybe that was why he had come back as a man. Because it wasn’t just an issue of taking a new body. When he had been Superbia he had been…well he had felt like a woman. He had acted and talked, and dressed the part. He had felt, in the very core of himself that he was feminine.

That wasn’t the case anymore. It was like some part of his brain had been reset. Or maybe it had been because of the mingling of souls that occurred when he tried to take Celestine Carter’s body. Maybe the feminine part of her psyche had latched onto him and refused to let go. He would probably never know, but he didn’t feel like Superbia. He felt like…himself. Which was odd, and hard to explain, so he hadn’t really bothered to talk to anyone about it. Mainly because he realized that it came across like he was some sort of confused boychild, and while that might have been true in some respects, he wasn’t about to project that particular vulnerability to the world.

“It was something that we did.” He said quietly. “You and me, and the girls. We got tired of the way that the Worthington were treating each other, and being treated, so we decided that it was time for the ladies to try and make a stand rather than be led by the guys.” The early days of the Worthington had been a chaotic time. Between Chad, and Etienne, and Perry, and Nikolae and any number of other people trying to establish their power base within the lineage, each fighting for their own claim to leadership and power – well it had been bedlam. Time had whittled away at the bloodline until there were only a few that regularly talked. Others had fled, many had died.

Az suspected it was still like that even after the Daughters had faded. “I would assume that it fizzled because both of us were dead, and much as I would like to think that others had the power to stand, we were the backbone.” Which was true. Prudence and Az shared in something…special. When they entered the elevator and it began to move up, Raeth let his back hit the elevator wall, so that he could lean into it, his gaze drawn to the woman. His eyes followed a slow trail that led up from her legs, and he didn’t realize that he was staring until he got to where his suit jacket hung from her, revealing a lot more in truth than it covered. His attention were averted a second later, out of respect.

“I will take that to mean though that everyone went their separate ways. That’s a shame. I can’t functionally be the Mother anymore, but I loved what we built when we had it. The Worthington needed the structure at the time. It probably still does.” The elevator dinged and the doors whooshed open. Az stepped from it after Prudence.

[Prudence]

The revelation that they had done something together threw Prudence in a loop. She didn't ever see herself as a people person. Not outside the select few and that select few was hers and at one point Sangue. Her time in Sangue had been amazing at first, but with no sense of direction, Prudence stepped away. Especially when Mordie and DD got killed over some stupid **** that Prudence was still pissed about when she was spending time in the Shadow Realm, trying to organize her thoughts and the direction of her life with Cliff, the bar and her own lineage. Even her place in this life.

The elevator opened after Azraeth talked, the redhead not saying anything. Just taking it all in. She stepped out on her floor, the lobby vacant as usual. "People can only be so strong for so long, I guess." Prudence said quietly as the doors to the elevator closed. Years ago the redhead wouldn't have made a statement like that because it appeared vulnerable, but the statement was true. On two levels. Worthington had always needed a clear direction and it never really got it. And trying to give it direction seemed exhausting. She had seen it with a few people first hand. All of them failed. Some had heart, some had poured blood and sweat into it and some even gave their lives to try and get the large lineage off its *** and stop being a cluster ****. Failed. Apparently she had failed too. On a personal level, the statement rung even truer.

"I hope ya don't really have a thing against dogs. I kinda collected one a couple weeks ago. She's not all that bad. She won't bite ya." Prudence stopped outside her doorway, slipped the key in the lock and pushed the door open. The dog, as usual was on the only piece of furniture that didn't have something on it-the couch. It didn't move, not until Prudence was inside the door and it heard her voice. Obviously the dog picked up that Prudence was talking to someone and that someone wasn't Tequila.

The hallway had a couple boxes placed in them so that anyone could make it through the hallway, but would have to weave around them to get to the living room. An excited Tequila making that journey harder as she greeted her owner and then tried to go around Prudence to get to Azraeth. Prudence grabbed at her collar and gave the dog a small, gentle scold before the dog came with her in the living room. A silver chair with dark blue cushioning was cleared by the woman moving a box to the couch Tequila had just occupied. "There ya are." She offered Azraeth before Prudence stepped back from the chair to give him the space he wanted and needed to sit down if he wanted to. "Uhh, I don't remember what path ya are, but I think I have some beer in the fridge and some water in a pitcher. And a couple blood packs if ya need it? Help yourself, if ya want some. Glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the stove." Prudence pointed down another hallways to where the kitchen would be before she turned her entire attention to him again as she talked.

"Give me a couple seconds to get changed so you can get your coat back."[/font] Her blue eyes slowly moved away from him, questions starting to build in her mind. But first thing first. "Thanks again," Prudence said with a half smile before she made her way back down the hall they just came through and veered through a half open door that was now revealed as her bedroom. Tequila followed after Prudence, not at all interested in Azraeth once she was out of the room. The door was left as it was, half open, because Prudence was pretty confident Azraeth wasn't going to come barging in on her. She doubted anyone would, if not out of respect then out of fear that she would shoot or stab them. It was only two minutes later when the tall redhead reappeared in a pair of ankle length black leggings and a light gray tank top that hugged her hips, with a dark gray skull directly in the center of the shirt she wore. His coat was collected in her right hand again and somewhat reluctantly offered to the male before Prudence sat crossed legged on the floor, next to the couch the dog tried to claim for herself again once the two were back in the room. "So we did that together. Did we do anything else together?" The question was open and vague on purpose. Hopefully he didn't mind filling in some blanks.

[Azraeth]

That was as true as anything Az had ever heard. People really could only be strong for so long before things began to crumble or crush them. A lot of vampires made the assumption that because they were faster, stronger, and in some cases smarter than humans, that they could take on the whole of a problem that no man or woman was ever meant for. Emotional and personal resolve did not grow stronger with turning, and in some cases they became as thin as paper. Raeth had seen a lot of that, people flitting from group to group or lineage to lineage in order to try and build some semblance of the life that they had left behind when they’d died. That was thankfully one of the things Az had never taken part of. He’d gone the other direction entirely and forced people into a position where they needed to work with him to get past the often aloof exterior he presented.

Even as kind as he could be, or tried to be, he was not naturally a warm creature.

And that was the problem with the Worthington. It was a state of being, an affliction of the blood and not a body of power that could be led or wielded. Much in the way that real families were, people were brought in without a choice and there were dozens, maybe even hundreds of personalities there with different desires and needs. No. A lone man trying to lead a giant was likely to get squashed under its feet. He silently nodded to her comment but left it at that.

“I love dogs.” He said, which was not a lie exactly. He didn’t really feel strongly one way or the other about dogs, but saying ‘eh’ to that kind of thing just seemed rude. He liked pets in general, and honestly so long as Magog remained curled around his bicep, it wasn’t likely to be a problem. The serpent, at least, did not hiss when the canine was revealed and Az lifted a hand so that he could stroke a fingertip just under her jaw as if to praise her for keeping to the manners he knew she possessed. The apartment itself was as described, in a state of being moved into, so Raeth followed after Prudence, taking the seat that she cleared away with a muttered thanks and then again at the offer for food. “Mystic.” He said, though didn’t elaborate further.

Part of him wanted to start helping the woman unpack, and he very nearly began to go through her things when she disappeared into another room but that seemed invasive, and he didn’t want to be rude. So he sat on his hands until Prudence returned. His gaze was locked on one of the boxes when she re-entered the room and he had to pry his eyes away so that he could peer over her features for a moment. Had her style changed at all since the two of them had seen each other? Obviously Az’s had, but he appreciated the fit of the clothing on her, the way that it hugged her skin and yet made it clear that she was the sort of creature to speak her mind. A smile tugged instinctively at his lips to the sight. He loved the way she moved.

“You know I can’t just sit here with all of this around. You wouldn’t be terribly offended if I began to go through some of the boxes with you would you? I would love to help you unpack some things.” He had never been a ‘nester’ but he didn’t like the idea of Prudence’s apartment, the place she called home, feeling so unfinished. Like she expected to have to leave. It said something about a person and what was going on in their mind when that sort of thing happened. “And oh…” He trailed off after she spoke, unsure really how to answer. His gaze narrowed for a moment and he shifted in his seat. “Well we were very close. You were still with Cliff at the time, but things were growing troubling between you two and…well nothing happened.” He finished. Because it was technically true. And he wasn’t sure just how things stood as far as the woman’s romantic life.

There had been mutual attraction there though. Or at least a bond. Some sort of deep thing between them that neither of them had really ever had the chance to explore. Whatever the case, she was his family as much as Azariel or Nikolae were…even if it was a bit different.

[Prudence]

She honestly felt like an idiot. Had she been focused, Prudence wouldn't have even offered Azraeth anything. Obviously he was a mystic because at one point he had been a she and went by Bia. She shifted on her feet, resisting the urge to groan as a hand came up and her fingers played with a few pieces of her red hair. "Right. I knew that." Was said with a casual roll of her shoulders. And she did know that-everyone knew that about mystics but for some reason Prudence was having a difficult time focusing around the male.

Her blue eyes moved to the boxes when Azraeth started talking about them. She wasn't offended, but she was protective of the things that was hers? Mostly the things she wasn't sure she should keep, which was why this room was probably the worst out of all the others. Prudence knew she didn't want anything Cliff and her related in the bedroom, but the living room? When you give a good portion of your adult years to someone, it was hard to throw it away. Loyalty, maybe? Or just plain stupidity on her end. Possibly both.

She should get rid of them and had told herself this at least a hundred times. Starting on the same night she packed up whatever she brought here when whatever it was she and Cliff had that was hanging by a thread had been undone. And it had been a thread that kept them together-the thread being her extreme loyalty to him. The man that was supposed to be her best friend, the man that always said them versus the city and the world, and the man that said he'd always have her back. It was hard to have someone's back when they were always gone. Even harder to be a best friend when those friends didn't talk. But what broke that small ounce of remaining loyalty was when he returned and the first thing he focused on was claiming Worthington as his. It was a big **** slap you in her face. Prudence might not have gone about letting him know that she was completely livid with him by trolling the thread with Azariel, but nothing else had worked. Sometimes, desperate times called for desperate measures, but when Cliff seemed to believe that Prudence had fucked Azraeth's twin, Azariel, she didn't think twice. She was gone. It finally set in that she wasted almost three whole years-two of which consisted of barely seeing the guy around for nothing.There was no good cause. There wasn't even a single cause for why she was sticking around. So she should have gotten rid of everything, right? Prudence felt flawed because she couldn't. Because she knew she had been loyal for nothing. But not yet. Maybe next next week, next month or even next year. She didn't know, but when the time was right, it would be right.

She was about to answer Azraeth when he started talking again. Answering her question and hopefully solving a big piece of the puzzle that was the man before her. She stopped playing with her hair and just gawked at him. It wasn't really the answer she was looking for. Was it? Maybe a little bit. When she realized she was gawking, her jaw rose up and closed so that she didn't look as much of the idiot as she felt since meeting Azraeth tonight.

"I guess so. Though, it's kinda my mess and I probably should deal with it myself." Prudence said after moving around the glass and black colored coffee table to pick up a box-the box and move it to the hallway. "But if you really want to, I'm not at all offended." A hand was extended as an offering for him to help himself as she thought about what to say about the last shred of information he had shared with her. "Not much has changed with that. As you can tell." Another roll of her shoulders, because the topic of Cliff didn't bother her anymore. Not in any capability. Not since her last trip to the shadow realm, which had been months. She didn't even flicker out of existence and into that place anymore. CC said it was because she was finally sorted in the head or something since she ended **** with Cliff-but Prudence wasn't sure. She was just glad she didn't do that anymore. "I mean, we're still technically married according to the state of Nevada, but I've been here for a while now. I don't even know what he gets up to anymore." And that was only because Prudence didn't think it mattered to get a real divorce. Because they were vampires mostly. But also because they had been living apart for so long that the piece of paper was just that. A piece that was easily burnable and had been.

"But I guess that's a good thing. Us being separated and doing our own thing, because supposedly I'm in to girls now. That's what CC's been saying for-." Prudence stopped talking and moving when she realized what she had just said. Mostly because supposedly she was into Bia-who was, or is Azraeth. Azraeth saying they were close was probably the truth, when partnered with CC's thoughts. "A while." She finished the sentence, intentionally leaving out how long a while actually was, as she grabbed a box, set it down on the floor and started pulling college text books from them to put them on a shelf. "So what about you? Are things a lot different from before?" Not that Prudence would know how different things were for Azraeth as he compared them, but she felt like talking about herself wasn't something she should be doing anymore. Not with how tongue tied she was feeling at the moment.

[Azraeth]

He smiled to that, the brief slip in knowing what variety of vampire he was. Of course, he had no clue as to the exact cause, but it was cute and the last thing he wanted to do was shine a light on what she might consider to be a weakness in her own mental faculties. So he let it go at that, the conversation naturally shifting to another topic anyway. He was comfortable in the seat she had offered him, one of his legs dropped over the other so that they could cross at the knee. He saw no immediate urge to get up, though he did help himself to pulling open one of the boxes nearest to him. There was something intimate about going through someone’s belongings that made him wary of doing so, but he supposed anything ‘living room’ wasn’t going to be too off limits.

There could have been a lifetime of memories in the boxes. Would he find pictures of her with Cliff inside? Az had surprisingly few things to his name. Despite the way he dressed, he was fairly minimalist by nature, probably because there were so many uncertainties about being a vampire. He didn’t even always know if he was going to be alive to take care of his things. Then there were the times that he just stopped existing. Like one moment he would be crossing the street at the middle of the night and the next it would be daylight, and he’d be burning. That was how it was for him. He just stopped being there for whole hours or days at a time. So he only had a few things in his undead life, a few physical memories.

“I can’t say I’ll be any good at helping you decide where things go, but at the very least we can get some stuff out of the boxes.” He murmured. It was as easy as that for him. But that was Azraeth for you. He was the sort of person that liked to take a step down life’s path with someone. He walked alongside those he loved, and it seemed like something had halted in Prudence’s life. Not…stagnated exactly, but there was clearly some kind of emotional clutter there that had not been cleared away if she had been in the apartment any length of time without having truly moved in. Ironic, considering how poorly Az did at deciphering his own emotional state. But maybe that was the flaw of someone who gave, but did not like to receive.

“I take it there’s some sort of story there then?” He never really had delved all that deeply into what had gone on between Pru and Cliff, if only because it had seemed so terribly personal at the time. He had figured if Prudence wanted to talk about it, she simply would. But something told him that whatever was ailing her was, at least in part, due to that relationship. Had it totally fallen apart? He recalled back when they had first gotten together and just seemed so…perfectly in love. Not that sappy nonsense, nothing Shakespearean. But true love. At the very least, she had seemed devoted in a way that Raeth had found somewhat awe inspiring. How any man could handle that level of loyalty was beyond him.

Either way, he wasn’t going to press. If she wanted to talk about it, the option was open. Or it could be saved for another time, a time when things were not so new between them again.

“Wha-oh.” Was Prudence into women now? He couldn’t even conceive that. Well he could, but why did CC care about it? Was CC trying to get into Prudence’s pants? Something about that did not sit right at all with him at all. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why, but the thought distracted him for a moment. So when the subject changed, he was more than happy to move the topic along, and get that brief feeling in his stomach out. “I recently sired a couple of new childer. Other than that, my life is pretty much the same. Other than the whole boobs thing. I’m don’t really have those anymore.” Though that much was obvious.

[Prudence]

Prudence watched Azraeth start going through the nearest box once she gave him the okay. She didn't even know what was in most of them, just the one she had moved because it was the smallest. That made it distinguishable from the rest. What he would find would be various text books from different classes she took at the local college. When Prudence saw what was in the box, she held out a hand for however many he wanted to pass her so she could put them on the bookshelf against the wall to her right.

"Uuuuh, not really. Same ****, different day." Prudence realized that he might not know what that meant. "Cliff's got a good heart, just not always focused on what's important. And sometimes it's just too big." Even at the end of it all, Prudence still wouldn't speak too badly about the guy she had been married to. It just wasn't who she was. Brought unnecessary drama and gossip. CC learned this quick, especially when she offered to kill Cliff. CC probably could kill Cliff, but it just wasn't worth the effort and wouldn't really solve anything. So in her mind, what was the point?

The boobs comment caused her to smile and look at his chest. She knew he didn't have them, but her eyes just went there anyways. She didn't know how she felt about that. Disappointed? Relieved? If Prudence had been in to Bia, what was it about her that Prudence was 'in to?' It couldn't have been her boobs. Prudence has seen boobs in various scenarios and she was sure she hadn't felt any particular way about them. "Congratulations. On the siring thing." She said, just in case he thought she was congratulating him on not having boobs anymore. Her eyes moved away from him then, when Prudence realized that if she had super eye powers she would have burned a hole in his top by now from staring so damn long.

"I don't really know what the same is." She said after thinking about it for a while. "For you." The redhead moved away from him, deep in thought. Was everything the same for him? If they were close, that must have meant something for the both of them. Was that the same? "Tell me what ya do on a typical night." Had she been part of his typical nights when he was Bia? If so, that wasn't the same. If not, then that might have answered how close they really were, or weren't.

[Azraeth]

Text books. That was…a blast from the past. He recognized them from a few of the classes he had taken when he had attended one of Harper Rock’s local universities. He and Azariel had both enrolled there – not because it was a paragon of learning, but because it had offered each of them a scholarship. For the more rough and tumble twin, it had been a matter of sports, and for Azraeth, academics. The books themselves made him wonder when Prudence had been in school. Az had only just graduated when he had been turned. Had Pru gone to the same school as him? Had he passed her by chance in the halls or the commons, or something like that and never known her? What a sobering thought. He handed off the books. “What were you majoring in?” He asked before pulling his ritual dagger from its sheath so he could collapse the box carefully and efficiently. Once flattened, he reached for the next.

A brow lifted at that explanation. Indeed, he did not know what it meant, though after some elaboration, he gave a nod in answer. He read between the lines. Cliff had not prioritized Prudence. Maybe he had decided someone else, or several other someone elses were more important. Which was fine, if a man was a politician, but not very good from a husband or a lover. Not that Az had very much room to judge when it came to that. For years, he had put the Dragomir over everything and everyone. He was fairly sure it was why he’d never really settled down. His brief attempts to find partners, had been…abysmal at best, generally ending with the other person simply disappearing for whatever reason.

He’d given up on the thought that he might have someone, really. Which wasn’t entirely a bad thing, at least not as he saw it.

“Thanks. I think you’d like them. Kynan’s a bit rough around the edges, but he’s a nice guy. Andrew is my new favorite.” He joked. It wasn’t meant to be mean spirited, but Az didn’t feel particularly like a parent when it came to his childer. He felt a bond to them, felt an obligation and deep set loyalty to them, but it wasn’t the same as a parental tie. So he found that sort of joke amusing.

“Oh.” That was true. She didn’t really have a memory of him, so he should have known she would need supplied a few details. “Well I usually split my time between gem gathering at the caverns, killing those demi-fae at the caverns, and then gathering ritual ingredients, much like I was doing when I found you tonight. I guess it’s really not all that eventful, but I’m a quiet person. “ A shrug of his shoulders, because that had become true over the years. Maybe he’d just gotten old before his time. Or maybe he’d stopped caring all that much about the vampiric rat race.

He pulled open the next box even as he moved to stand, placing his dagger down on the nearest flat surface. He would probably end up losing it, because he did that frequently. He'd just set something down and forget about it completely until he needed it. Absent minded.