Aspen Knight

Aspen Knight. A ghost set to haunt and torment a vampire forever. A ghost that knows very well what he is and just refuses to go over to the other side because it is much more fun to haunt his immortal killer. A sideblog for tooxldtorememxer

[aspenknightsghost]

"Doesn't it bother you to shit that your brother doesn't believe a word that's voming out of your moth about this whole 'dragon' thing." The stranger said from where he lay on the couch, doung airquotes and put his hands back behind his head. All comfy right there. He had just watched the brothers interract, and then the one that was supposed to rule the country had left and that's when Aspen had decided that watching was borig and he just needed to make a statement here. @thisbecoming

[frau-lindemann]

Photo: Olaf Heine

[ifrownedthisface]

“I… thought I’d wait ‘till I was turned to tell him,” he admitted. He knew R would be livid, and Malcolm was furious with himself sometimes for never telling, especially since he was sure R’s empathic skills had picked up something wrong, time and time again for years. But there were so many more reasons than simply R’s anger, to do with the self-loathing that Dorian had so deeply instilled in Malcolm… the feeling of being broken, the fact that all his shortcomings and faults as a partner had been strewn out in the open, and telling R would be to bring all those faults to attention, in case they made R want to hurt him too. 

“The better question is what didn’t he do to me,” Malcolm murmured, words trembling as bad as anything. Even if R had been halfway across London, Malcolm was sure he’d hear his heartbeat. He could feel it thumping inside his ribcage. “We were fine at the outset… But he got bored. I got busier with work, and he wanted my attention so he would hurt me, or lie to me about… anything. He used to humiliate me by telling me what he’d like me to do or wear, and then ask me what I was thinking when I did it… I became obsessed with trying to make him happy because he kept doing that, he kept knocking the bar of expectation higher and higher. He made me think I’d said and done things that I hadn’t, and when he found out about my medical history he tried to trigger dissociative episodes on fucking purpose, then he’d comfort me, blame it on work stress. He laced my cocaine, he’d decide some weeks that I was to go cold-turkey, no doctor, and he’d lock me in the fucking bathroom…” Malcolm went on, like the opportunity to acknowledge the things that had been done opened a flood gate.

“Eventually, he just… stopped. He stopped calling, he never came by, never answered his door, never turned up to work, and I went half mad because I didn’t know what I’d done, and I… felt awful for having lost him. I felt good, but I felt scared, because I thought I was missing something. That I was supposed t-to meet him someplace, o-or I’d missed some call or email and that when he came back he’d… hurt me again. I checked all my emails and texts obsessively for months and months, and just when I was starting to get used to it, he would text me again. That’s why I thought he was here! I’m getting comfortable, I’m getting complacent, and that was the first nightmare I’d had about him i-in m-m-months! I–” 

Clamping his hand to his mouth, Malcolm shook his head, tears falling freely all over again as he brought wide eyes back to look at Aspen. 

[aspenknightsghost]

To say the ghost was surprised that the human opened up to him like this, was an understatement. Concidering Malcolm had just moments ago accused him of babbling to R, and because Aspen did nothing but torment Malcolm as much as R. But he kept his expression as naturall as his pale features could, though almost a bit bored as he leaned more agsinst the cocunter top and one moment he was standing, the next he was sitting ontop og it, long legs hanging off of the edge and swinging back and forth, hands next to his knees. Itw as a human thing, wasn’t it? this need to talk, just get it out of their system and they could just hold on a little bit longer, a little bit more, or simply ignore the problem.

“Honestly though, mate, he manipulated you, he did all the wrong. atleast from where I’m sitting but - why are you telling m e all this? I get that you need to get it out but - I’m the vengeful one, I already have a mission of my continued existence, if I liked you I might have haunted his arse myself.”

His eyes flicked, only for a brief moment to behind Malcolm and the doorway and there was a smile slowly spreading across his lips. “If you want to gossip, Malcolm, make sure the one you want to keep secrets to is not around.” it was no longer a smile, but a smirk. “Come out come out kitty cat, your little mouse needs you.” he grinned widely at Malcolm, winked, and phased out just in time for R to stand in the doorway, features hard as stone, eyes dark and hard and fists clenched at his sides. Though there was no sound coming from him, he just stood there, like a mare statue glaring at his mate.

[ifrownedthisface]

“Thirteen years,” Malcolm agreed quietly. He and R had been together nearly five, and it had been eight years since Dorian when R strolled into his life. He ignored Aspen’s jokes, and took his turn to tip his head, though he looked down at his feet, then up and around the kitchen – anywhere but at the ghost. “Sometimes he… t-turns up. Just the the fright it puts in me. He hasn’t since I’ve been with R, but I wouldn’t ever put it past him… I’ve just never… I don’t know – never been able to tell R about it. I wanted to, more than once, but I don’t want him going off. Going after him. Christ knows the bastard would deserve it. But I don’t want him near R. I don’t want him to look at R, or speak to him–” 

Clenching fists as he caught himself trembling, he took a long steadying breath. 

[aspenknightsghost]

“And you don’t think he’s going to be pissed when he finds out?” it was not a question about i f, but w h e n. and that time was now. If he knew the vampire right he was already creeping around a corner, listening and planing how to rip the other man’s heart out, or something. “Really, what did this shit do you you that he makes you so scared?” he quirked an eyebrow at him as he moved over to casually lean agsint the counter top, watching Malcolm intensly.

[ifrownedthisface]

“I don’t keep silver – not with R around,” Malcolm murmured, turning around to face the ghost properly with arms crossed defensively in front of himself. “And it’s not the creatures I’m worried about… An old someone from a long long time ago. He’s not even a real fucking ghost and he haunts me more than you do. R doesn’t know about it,” he added, knowing how much of a talker this ghost could be. Malcolm had learned all sorts of dirty secrets about R from the ghost, just because Aspen enjoyed the chaos of it.

[aspenknightsghost]

“To keep him safe you put yourself at risk from other things that reacts to silver you know.” he shrugged and ran a hand through long black strands of hair. “He’s a big boy he can keep away from the silver.” his head cocked slightly to the side though as Malcolm continued to speak. Curious, and perhaps he should not tell that R had just decided to be within earshot of the house. Done with his hunting, ready to join Malcolm in bed. “An old someone.” he repeated, the corners of his lips tugged slightly. “So an ex lover who treated you badly? Must have been years ago, you thought me to be him?” he chuckled. “Must been one hell of a looker then.. why would he seek you out now? in an abandoned street in a poor nighbourhood? and why not tell your creeper boyfriend of it?”

[ifrownedthisface]

Malcolm was scared. Scared, and still sifting through what was dream and what was real, and so his mind was slow to process the figure’s sudden disappearance, and very quick to process the strong hand on his wrist, drawing a cry of alarm before rational thought caught up to him and he clamped his mouth shut, trembling horribly against the cold body behind him, much larger even than R. 

“Let go. Let go, Aspen,” he breathed, needing to say the ghost’s voice aloud even though he knew now – and should have known all along. “I had a nightmare. Someone in the house.” Reaching up with his other hand, he took the knife and set it on the kitchen table, then dried tears quickly from his cheeks. 

[aspenknightsghost]

Not until the knife was put down did he let go of the human. The vampire had never done anything to try and harm Aspen, he actually believed the old creature might enjoy his company from time to time when he was alone. They had known eachother a long time, and even though Aspen made R’s life a little bit harder to live, the vampire never did anything more than growl and hiss at him. But if his mate got hurt, even if it wasn’t his fault, he had a feeling he would be put out of existence, and he wasn’t planing on doing that alone.

“And that’s a reason to sneak around the house like a retired ninja with a wooden sword?” he asked with a frown as he crossed strong arms over his wide chest. “You know, he should really get you things that you could protect yourself with. you know iron, silver, stuff that could actually harm creatures. No humans comes around these parts anymore, those are the least of your problems.”

[ifrownedthisface]

@aspenknightsghost:

Malcolm woke with a shuddering gasp, the back of his t-shirt soaked through and cold as he sat upright to press his hands over his tear-streaked face. R wasn’t in bed, and his typewriter was quiet just like in the dream. The continuity set his nerves on edge, but he convinced himself that R had simply gone out hunting like he’d mentioned a few days before. Shoving blankets aside, Malcolm climbed out of bed, and was halfway down the hall to the bathroom when a clatter upstairs made him stop, his heart hammering painfully in his chest.

The image from his dream of R dead on the stairs with a stake through his chest was still vivid enough that he clamped his eyes shut when he reached the stairs, opening them only as slits until he was sure there was no one on them. Walking quiet as he could, he heard another rattle coming from the kitchen and balled his hands into fists. He tried to take another step, but he found himself frozen with fear in the hallway. When he tried to call ahead quietly, his throat constricted with panic. The dream had been too real; dark hair, hardened blue eyes, a fake and simpering smile, problems smoothed over with that pacifying and deceptively gentle voice… 

What do you do if Dorian is in the house? The question buzzed loudly in his mind, but panic stunted any attempt at answering it. What do you do?

Malcolm took in a sharp breath for courage, and put one foot in front of the other, and again, and again until he reached the kitchen, not hesitating as he stepped into the darkened room, but his heart still seized painfully with panic, and when he did see a figure backlit by the side-street lights out the window he lunged quickly for the knife box. 

[aspenknightsghost]

He hadn’t been around for a couple of days. it wasn’t like he ws bound to the house, or to the vampire himself, no. That was just a hoby, but also the reason what he was still around playing vengeful spirit without acknowledgeing it himself. But any how, a bored ghost is bored, and so what does it, he , do? Tip things over, get attention, or simply just be loud as he inspected what new things the human had brought into the house, not minding it’s only sleeping occupant.

Humans weren’t as silent as they thought they were, well, atleast not when they were dashing around or breathing heavely around a corner. Aspen was just inspecting the content of a cabinet when Malcolm decided to make his entery and before the man even had the chanse to blink, the ghost had vanished, only to appead behind him and grabbed his wrist with a cold hand. “Careful.” he said in that usual deep voice. “You might end up hurting someone, and that someone is not me.” the knif wasn’t made out of iron, so it would do no harm to him if Malcolm stabbed him. it would either float right through him or get stuck, but not harm or wound, only piss him off. “I was wondering when you would make an entrence.” he chuckled as he grabbed the man and pulled him backwards onto his own cold and hard body. “What’s with the savage behaviour?” he asked, lips ghosting just above his ear.

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Till

[aspenknightsghost]

The Prime minister and the prime minister’s husband

[ifrownedthisface]

“That’s not a fair question – depends on whether anyone’s going to give me a reason to be a tense bitch, doesn’t it?” he asked in return, raising eyebrows as he stared skeptically at Aspen. “That’s fine and well to say I’ll be calm tomorrow, while sitting here calm with you, but once I’m there, who can fucking say?” 

[aspenknightsghost]

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that you should just give shit about those who irritates you or not give in to negative emotions and all that?” he asked as a jest. He knew Malcolm all too well, even after a good long fuck the man was tense as a bowstring. only a bit more distant whenever he closed his mouth. “You should try yoga.” he suggested with a shrug. “every morning, or a nice long run or a swim. takes the tention out of you, even if the day is shit and people are idiots. Honey, you need a different hobby than jsut screwing with Rory.”

[aspenknightsghost]

The Prime minister and the prime minister’s husband

[ifrownedthisface]

“Yeah,” Malcolm muttered, glancing upwards when Aspen kissed his hair, smirking faintly at the gesture, though he only nudged the other’s arm gently in return. “We’re leaving that be. Watch your game,” he added teasingly, jerking his head in the direction of the telly. Watching sports with the man was the only time Malcolm found he could tolerate them. There was something comforting in Aspen’s presence paired with the drone of the sports stadium, the ready rhythm of the commentators that helped him in other ways when Rory was away. 

[aspenknightsghost]

“So dismissive.” he chuckled, and something just barely hinting at fondness in his voice. “I found it rater educational.” he said as he turned his attention back to the tv and the game he wanted to watch. he might not be the most enthusiastic watcher, but he did follow the teams that played. “Now that I’ve calmed you down, are you going to be a tense bitch tomorrow at work?” he asked after a few minutes of silence and he glanced slightly at Malcolm.

[aspenknightsghost]

The Prime minister and the prime minister’s husband

[aspenknightsghost]

"We will see, if i ever decide to push har enough and jump right in", he smirked as he watched Malcolm for a moment. When his head leaned against his shoulder a smirked to himself before he dropped a soft kiss to the top of his head. "Oh, I know. Never said you weren't," there was no reason yo believe Malcolm to be unhappy in his marrage except for when Rory was away. But Aspen had flirted, teased, pushed and pulled Malcolm since the beginning. "So we are leaving your absent husband and blueballs then?"

[aspenknightsghost]

The Prime minister and the prime minister’s husband

[ifrownedthisface]

“Yeah, well,” Malcolm retorted dryly and noncommittally, still working on his own meal. It was strange to be the last one eating, only because R usually ate his way through three to four helpings of food while Malcolm ate one. “If you’re so bloody confident, why aren’t you ever chasing the junior staff? Woo them with your fitness antics and cocky appeal, at least your odds’ll be better. – Unless that’s why you’re after me all the time: You just don’t want to get caught, all flaunt and no action, sort of thing.”

[aspenknightsghost]

“what’s to say I haven’t done the ones I want already and don’t go for sloppy seconds?” he quirked an eyebrow at him. “Or I just enjoy a challenge and love to get this deffencive sort of reaction from you. Just so I know that if I push hard enough, I will break through that will of yours. But - “ he shrugged again, never finishing that sentence. “You know, you’re worth more than just a one time thing.”

[aspenknightsghost]

The Prime minister and the prime minister’s husband

[ifrownedthisface]

“You’re too athletic,” Malcolm confirmed, spearing a vegetable on his fork to pop into his own mouth before continuing: “And too Rambo for my liking. I’m alright with not-lanky, but all this, this idea that your body is something that has to be… crafted on a treadmill, it’s shit.” 

And it reminded him too much of Dorian. 

[aspenknightsghost]

“My body is to be worshiped.” he jested. “It makes me feel good, I like it.” he shrugged. there was nothing wrong with doing things that felt good, were there? “And it doesn’t have to be crafted into anything, you do whatever the hell you want with your own body. There is nothing wrong with that.” he shrugged casually as he cleared his plate and put it down on the coffee table before he leaned back in his seat, hands behind his head as he turned his body mre towards Malcolm, but his head towards the tv. “If you hadn’t been married you’d still let me do you atleast once.” he said confidently and glanced at him with a standrd smirk across his lips.

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