Edward
Daemon Coriden
Victoria Coriden
Zahrada, Astoria

Victoria flushed a bit at the rumors question, "Well," She said, "The first one was that you, well, _died_, which is obviously untrue. The rest are uh, who your parents are and some other stuff. But mostly a lot of us in the south were told you dead, then, turns out you weren't. It was a confusing stream of information. I don't pay attention to most of the rumors, honestly, I'm more interested in learning how to be a good 'lady'."

Daemon scoffed, she glared at him.
Joseph
Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Zahrada, Astoria

He couldn't help the smirk, he really couldn't. He cleared his throat, and the grin maintained even through the action. "It's not untrue, I was murdered." He confirmed. As he said this he lifted his gaze to her, silver eyes flickering with delight for the first time in regards to the topic. He'd only recently come to terms with it, and even so it was only because he had a new 'invincible' take on life that Daemon had helped him achieve. 

"As for my parents, the only important one is my mother, I suppose. A father figure never really took root." The light in hi eyes flickered, but it could have easily been mistaken for a candle's flicker instead, and he leaned back in his seat once more, rolling his shoulders. "And it sounds like you listened to them well enough."
Edward
Daemon Coriden
Victoria Coriden
Zahrada, Astoria

"Wait _what_, you were _murdered_? Like, dead-dead? Not like, y'know no pulse for a few minutes a resuscitated?" She asked, her eyes widened then, narrowed, she looked at Daemon for a moment looking to see if he was smirking. _This is a joke._ she thought. "You're joking." Victoria seemed to have forgotten about her wiine as she fixated on someone _dying_ and coming back.
Joseph
I don't think you meant plague plot

Mikhail Durkhan-Maith
Zahrada, Astoria

"Dead-dead. I can give you a tour of my crypt sometime too if you'd like. There's a memorial site, hastily done, but it's pretty enough." He confirmed, raising his glass to his lips. "I was under for what.." He paused, and looked to Daemon. He had a hard time remembering, considering he'd been dead and time didn't really matter where he had been. "A few months, maybe half a year? It's kind of fuzzy."