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For the most part, sleeping hasn't been something that came to Henri as easy, not ever since he got jammed and hijacked in his own therian form. Every day became his alert, there was always a reason for the male to look very alarmed at every single thing done. And could anyone blame him for being slightly paranoid after what happened? Cut him some slack. Despite having bad memories tainting his head whenever he wishes to go take a walk down his memory lane, there were still good ones. Memories of his wife and daughters, for instance. Memories that will never leave him and subsequently, made him feel guilty for their untimely deaths. Why? All because he couldn’t be bothered to shed his title. And for what? All to appease his selfish mother too. Nobody in their right mind would trade their beautiful spouse and children for a title.
But he did, and he will forever regret that decision for the rest of his life, which he intends to be a very long… long time. Especially with his protectee, Venetus, going off the rails doing god knows what, for the last few weeks. The Venetus today differs from the Venetus he knew when he set foot on the Isle. But it was understandable why he would behave the way he behaves now, though that doesn’t warrant his mood swings. Henri usually doesn’t bode well with individuals who tends to lash out for no reason in particular, that person seemed to be Ven now. But for the sake of his own consciousness that never faded, he swore to protect the Aspect of Realms and he will do exactly that.
His steps felt light against the carpeted floor as he maneuvered the entire manor in search for his Aspect, to which he, thankfully, found in the wine cellar. That wasn’t surprising at all. This has got to be the 4th time he's found the other male shacked up by the corner while drinking his sorrows away, giving the most inclusive reason for every question he asked. Honestly? Henri wasn't sure what he could do now. It was clear that Ven wasn't going to take his advice now, he's never taken his advice that much even up to hundred of years ago when he became his personal guard. Henri remembered when he first met the Aspect of Realms, neither of them was delighted to hear the idea of being close to one another. Don’t get him wrong, when Henri first joined the Guard, he kept to himself and only responded when he was needed. He did his job and stayed behind the curtains, and he’s always been good at that.
Sometimes, people didn’t even realize he was even in the room. Aside from working in the laboratory as part of the forensics, he was also a good tracker, like any other therians would be. With their enhanced senses and connection to nature, it wasn’t surprising to see him prancing around and tracking the people they were told to track with ease. He was only nearing his 50s when he was promoted to be Venetus’ personal guard. At first, he didn’t mind it despite being a bit nervous since a personal guard is quite possibly the highest honor for all of them in the Guard. But now? He would do anything to be out of earshot. That's why he decided to occupy himself with something to do; an errand, preferably. Though he totally didn't expect to find the Poison to be his destination, this was definitely new for the therian. A pleasure house, really, Henri?
With a sigh, he shook his head and thought he should just this thing over and done with so he could get moving on to the next. That's the only reason he was even able to set a foot inside the place. His eyes scoured the entire space, searching for a specific person; the renowned Nadiya Delca. Obviously, it didn't help that he may have stood out like a sore thumb but still. A job is a job.
It took a lot for Nadiya to mentally overcome the last few weeks, the situation she had found herself in was incredibly triggering; and despite not allowing Damien or her girls seeing that side of her, she could always feel the anxiety creeping in when she was in a small room, or trapped between a group of people with no way out. She also noticed that her need for blood since the ordeal had increased tenfold; Carmel had been woken up that day too, after almost a year of being suppressed in the deepest darkest corner of Nadiya’s mind. It was hard to not over do it when it came to feeding, even with Damien in the room watching her; in fact, he made more of a point to come and see her now, to make sure that there was no repeat. Yet, that didn’t matter in Nadiya’s mind, she could easily take him if the need became too strong and she needed to get her fill. However, Diya was surviving and her business was thriving so she assumed as long as she had Poison, she would get by; she had people that relied on her, plus she couldn’t bear the idea of disappointing Gideon who she had promised that she would never get that bad again.
The clock at struck 9pm and Diya stood in her room; she looked upon her reflection in the mirror and allowed her hands to smooth down the shirt she was wearing along with black jeans which hugged her figure well. Her darkened locks cascaded down her back whilst red lipstick painted her lips; all of this to disguise the uneasy feeling which sat at the pit of her stomach, threatening to escape at the mere sight of any Therian. It had annoyed her that one individual and caused her to be fearful of the other’s and she knew it was stupid but she couldn’t yet bring herself out of that mentality. “C’mon Diya, just another night. Same routine and probably the same old drama” She slapped her cheek numerous times to make her see sense before taking a rather steadying breath. “And worst comes to the worst, the shadows are there” The Valkyr nodded sternly at her reflection before spinning upon her heels and out into the hallway of Poison - she locked her bedroom door, to stop any adventurous individuals before descending the stairs where she was welcomed by the buzz of music, the ringing of laughter and many conversations.
Diya was greeted by many of the regular punters who frequented Poison; they typically didn’t always pick a girl to sleep with, but rather enjoyed the company and the drinks - which she couldn’t blame them. She continued her small talk, offering drinks here and there to help the waitresses yet her gaze fell upon her newest member of staff; Jonathan Bradford. With a wide grin, she wandered over to him and adjusted the glasses that he almost insisted he worse most evenings that he worked here. “Looking rather dapper this evening” She commented before winking at him. “Go get them tiger” She patted his back in encouragement before placing her hands on her hips with her first happy sigh of the evening as she glanced around; noting a few new faces and thus, lost souls but she was glad to see that her free girls’ and Jonathan were making them welcome. Thus, not needing to step in, she found herself wandering around the function room which resembled a large living room collecting empty glasses; humming to herself as she did so.