Though not a stray thread of sunlight was bold enough to enter their chambers, only one vampire lord slept. In the beating chambers of Heartscape, Capital Tower was one of the most densely populated cities across eight countries. Maerick knew that if danger were to reveal themselves here; its the Worlds end, so he and his companion, Freddrick took this opportunity to catch up on a threat-free, dead-like sleep in the safety of each others embrace. 

Others took this time to catch up with friends who've evaded previous meetings, or dive into their passions. Chiel stood over a desk in the minimally furnished room pondering, comparing his brought records and his newly added notes. 'There had to be a connection.' He thought tapping on his corner doodle of a fish then glancing at his records until the nightstand caught his eye. 'hmmm,' he smirked looking around the room free from even a tumble of lint. He took four sweeping side steps to the nightstand, looked around the space once more then listened with his vampiric senses for any oncoming creatures wandering the halls. When he was sure that he wouldn't be interrupted he flung the first drawer out of its beds, shattering it against the wall. He observed the neat nine pieces and listened for any sign of pain, or sentience. A deep sigh of relief, these were just well crafted pieces of wood work. He gathered them and slid them under the bed before going back and gently placing the other two drawers next to their broken friend. He inspected the skeleton of the nigh stand. 'This should do for now.' He nodded approving. 'Huh, Esme?' Chiel opened up his bag and tossed the nightstand in. 

Within the spiral of the densely populated tower  --more sparse as the elevation heighten--where only the privileged visited, Misha circled a room two doors back that could store several of Chiel's; like just another decorative chest that bricked the lining of the space. Seeking a more long term solution for Chiel's disgruntled satchel among nick-knacks, imitation foliage, various stages of dust and years worth of unopen gift sets, boxes, and dresses. To an impartial mind, years of clutter, yet Misha knew their was a system, an organization. If he had asked the one that fit neatly into his shadow, like a swan in a midnight pond, to find a crested button it would be in her hand with medical precision before the average being could process the question.

Nestled comfortably in Misha's shadow, Solánine gracefully tailed behind in quick, soft small steps like a playful specter.  Hair lingering in the air, a cloud strung along by a careful thread like an ominous storm cloud whose movement was undetected, until it stopped and pooled down in crashing cyclones down her back. Misha stopped his patternless pace, pausing their game of follow the leader. "If only...." He abruptly turned to her to consult someone equally as wise in a similar subject, but his thoughts could not be reached as they quickly became more encrypted, unreachable like a misdialed number. Lost in the moving ambers of her eyes like the reflection of the sun baring its naked soul as the last awe for the universe to witness. "Beautiful," he breathed nearly reaching up to touch her. She followed his hand in anticipation, but it wasn't strong enough. They retreated behind his back like a weary general in thought.

"you should get some sleep." Misha carefully took measured steps around her, heel to ball to the side of the bed furthest from the door. He rolled the top woven blanket and the duvet down, then removed one of the pillows before posting himself by the door as stiff as a guardian gargoyle. 

Solánine smiled faintly at her expertly displayed quirks ready for her to slip into. "some habits are hard to let go." Misha's overcoat began to slide off Solánine. The one inch nightgown strap peaking on top of her smooth shoulders. she clutched the oversized sleeves like extra skin. "and some people."

Misha watched the sun disappear to night clouds. He watched the New Moon take a few careful steps forward, slide their hand on and around carved animals on the footboard to lead her to the blanket roll. She leaped on the bed, her toes half an inch off the floor, then reached down to dust them, but Misha was already there. He started from her achilleas, rubbing it in between his two thumbs, then over her scared heel she received prior to her second birth and down through her toes. He helped her put one leg in the bed before switching to her other leg and doing it again. He stood up catching her gaze, the eye of a volcano through its smoke laden clouds. A piece of her beauty at a glance. 

"Good night, My Friend." Solánine placed her head on her single pillow and closed her eyes. 

"Good Day." He chuckled at their old banter. 

"I'm sure the sun is down," she yawned.

"The moon is our sun and you are...." Misha stopped himself. She was already breathing lightly, curled comfortably in his jacket. 

A moment ago in an adjacent room of Chiel; Oshun chose a room with five evenly spaced coffins cemented to the ground each with a different long forgotten family name in a language spoken by no one chiseled on to its head . several millilumen ago, their effigies sweetened the waters of Heartscape in celebration, where their families soon joined them in an overdue reunion. the waters of Heartscape stood on spilling over nourishing nearby crops with its blood and bones.

Nerium trailed behind, skipping wall to wall, entered as if he stumble upon the same room as the proud Commander in pure happenstance in the middle of her removing eight earrings, placing them outside of the far left stone because an odd amount of minuscule shifted weight could make all the difference in battle. She placed them each in their corresponding left/right rows then removed her outer garments folding them each into protective squares, placing her boots at the head before laying into her chosen bed knees bent, to the side, eyes up in contemplation. Nerium looked around the rest of the space in rising disgust, but aside from rustic nails littering the walls, layers of dust, and weeds defiantly making their way through random cracks throughout nothing else remained aside from five unread tombs. 

"Commander," Nerium leaned in the door frame, trusting gravity and the craftsman.  "'t's been some time since we have been in proximity , but you a odd one." When Oshun didn't spare him a glance  he went on. "none of the other geezers still rest this way. I am understanding the history yet -"

"An honor." She interrupted. " An honor to those who it was a necessity. An Honor of remembrance to those who could not see the end of their efforts. An honor to those who were so new that they would leave nothing to fill a palm. "

" You dictate your life by ash and sour taste?" He chuckled.

"Boy!" she issued a warning hiss.

"I can remedy that." He took a few steps forward lining himself over Oshun . "At this moment, in your presence." He threatened, unbuttoning his middle button displaying a three inch thick black vertical line with a smirk. Her eyes lingered on his old promise and current binds. "Please." She breathed meeting his flinching eyes . "In a time, where you appear the oldest in the room. "

Nerium ate the silence that linger filling himself with anger until it spilled over into a scream boiling over the mausoleum, whispering into the halls. " I AM NOT A THOUSAND SOULS FOR YOUR ALTER. One day," he tripped on his fangs exposing with his rising aggression. "when it happens I'll come and place my heart in your lap." He ripped the rest of his buttons off throwing them in the adjacent coffin, loose string keeping the shape around his collar. 

That boy. 

She thought as he walked out, paced the halls and again when he returned seaweed top browned in blood dirtying the furthest right crib he hugged himself in.

Stepping in opposite directions from the meeting room Djinn and Hanahl found themselves inexplicitly guided to the same gold plaque one after another. A curious deep moan left Hanahl's throat as he was greeted to the exposed back of his small roommate on a rough rug in the middle of a simple room holding little in the way of furniture; large Armoire, bed, three crates, and a faux window. "Look where my path brought me." He carefully closed the door behind.

"Quite helpless." Djinn cocked her head up to the side, eyes in smile. His lips picked up where her eyes left off while he guided a hand through her hair, down her back as he bent down to his knees. when both of Hanahl's hands met the ground in a deep bow casting over her shadow he then kissed her lower back, one for each vertebrae -lingering around the protruding remains of each wing bone. 

"H-ha nahl River." She played at chastising. "Valentine is here." 

A low considering tone tickled her hairline before there was knock at the door. "I bring offerings for guest of Master Mikaél Axis, Lord Heartscape." The annoyance intoned attention in their voice, repeated a variation of the same thing before waiting nervously. counter to their best wishes Hanahl ceased all miniscule motions down to his energy, hoping they would go away. Djinn leaned away to gaze at Hanahl in amusement, giggling. "I believe," she breathed to hide her smile. "that is  Mikaél saving grace. A gift for you." She tapped the cubs nose quickly. at the same instance Hanahl was at the door. A Turnt  side step gesturing to a docile middle age woman hair dripping from the cleanse preparation holding a thick braid rope connected to  a small Kidd. "For your..." the guest trailed off looking from Hanahl to Djinn to the offerings. "uhmm....Yes, For your choosing. A more specialized taste can also be acquired. " 

Hanahl deferred the decision to Djinn, but she shrugged in response. He considered the woman's rising heartbeat and extra blood being circulated, the animal a few months old , the unaware undead or the endless possibilities. "Come here." He eyed the man. The man swiftly obeyed taking up a formal standing looking ahead, hands clasp behind his mid-back. Hanahl silenced the man grabbing his face . The women yipped in surprised before holding her breath and eyeing the ground. Hanahl dug two fingers into his eyes, one squelched and popped like a freshly ripened lychee. The other, slid out whole into his palms after loosening it free from broken eye sockets. The undead breaking his own wrist in distraction.

Hanahl showed the eye to the woman, blood dripping down to his wrist in a contained puddle below. "take him. leave that." He scooped the Kidd up with his free hand and kicked the door closed behind him. He was back in Djinn's shadow in a flutter of her lash. "That was excessive." She rolled her eyes.

"He'll have new one's by next light." He sighed, guiding her neck back with his pinky, gently prying open her mouth with his ring finger and middle. He placed the juicy orb on her uvula. She smiled over each of his fingers, popped her packet holding his thumb in her mouth as she cleaned it thoroughly. "hmmm," she mused. "well taken care off. Too bad they don't come in pairs."

"I'll make it up to you." he looked towards low growling cub waiting for it's fresh snack. Hanahl picked him up by the scruff to place him and the small goat in the armoire. He pulled down the sparse hanging robes for a small pallet , closed the doors and lifted closet around to seal them against the walls. He poked a hole at the top with a claw for good measure, waited eagerly for the sounds of struggle and faded of life shift to the small snores of a fully belled kitten to lift Djinn up out of her dress. 

Valentine comfortably slept with deft ears while their dorm was passionately destroyed until they separately in opposite direction took their seats where Mikaél still laid sleeping.