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Malcolm L. Clements Forensic Investigator 34; dhampir London-born

[harleenf-quinzel]

Human beings are selfish by nature. The sooner you learn that, the less you expect.

No exceptions. (via harleenf-quinzel)

[eltonhjohn]

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[missingtrevor]

“I only ask to be sure what you take is potent enough. Some treat these things like caffeine, and it only makes the dependency worse.“ Trevor explains as he finds one of the more common elixirs behind a sliding cabinet. The liquid inside the glass vial was green but transparent. “It’ll do what you want. Get your sleep and drink water otherwise. I’d hate to see a good thing turn bad.” Trevor didn’t intend to make the customer nervous, disclaimers for first time magic users was just a common courtesy.

[bloodless-mal]

Malcolm gave an awkward shake of his head, “That shouldn’t be a problem,” he replied, eyeing the vial carefully, “I have ample practice in self-restraint. How much do I take at a time?” he asked.

[missingtrevor]

The warlock watched as the other approached. “Aw, so you know. That makes this much easier.” He wondered what the man was, as he didn’t give off a human vibe, Trevor doubted he was a warlock himself. Most never bothered with human remedies. “We keep our potions in stock for common ailments, have you ever tried elixirs?”

[bloodless-mal]

Malcom huffed a short breath in confirmation of the remark. He rarely relied on any other members of the supernatural world, but these were desperate times. He shook his head, “I have not. I don’t possess the ability nor the adequate knowledge to concoct potions. This will be my first time depending on them as far as I know.”

[darcymormontdeviants-blog]

“Yeah, yeah. It’s over, you big baby. Where are the girls coats?”

[bloodless-mal]

“Behind the door on the hooks,” he replied, pointing vaguely in their direction. “I can’t understand why you keep leaving them with me. I am the least qualified person to look after children. Jessica inhaled some fingerprinting powder and Elaine almost got into one of the case files.” He looked over at the girls, now gleefully running around in circles before he leaned in closely to the other investigator and spoke quietly, “The one with the photos of severed limbs, Darcy.”

[missingtrevor]

Trevor showed a thoughtful grin, more of a neutral gaze than anything, but this was the most unusual customer he’d had in the last few days. Even considering the April Fool’s fiasco that was more irritating than intriguing. Tapping the pen once on the counter he set it aside and stood up straight, “We have a cure for that. If you’re willing to try something a bit more… exotic?”

[bloodless-mal]

“That’s fine,” he said, moving closer towards the man. The stress of the past few days had finally caught up to him in the form of an excruciating migraine and his liver was bound to fail soon if he kept taking the regular tablets. “I’ll let you cast some spells if that’s what it takes,” he added bluntly, arms wrapping around himself tightly.

[missingtrevor]

“Please. It was entertaining.” Trevor corrected, tapping a pen between his fingers out of obvious boredom. He looked over the customer. “You don’t look like a homeless man… but some take better care of themselves than others.”

[bloodless-mal]

Malcolm pressed a wan smile onto his face before his brows raised with the remark. “I’m not, I er-” he pinched the bridge of his nose and winced slightly, “need something for headaches. The over-the-counter pharmacy medications seem to have lost their efficacy on me.”

[missingtrevor]

“You tell me, you’ve been loitering our aisles for the last hour. It has been nice to have some quiet company.”

[bloodless-mal]

“Sorry- I er- have a habit of speaking to myself. I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

[licensetocannibalize]

Righteous

[cyrus-hart-deactivated20150525]

“Cautious one, aren’t you?  Well, that’s alright given the events that’ve been happening and all.  I fully condone your behavior and hard work, so thanks for all of that.”  The man rambled on, closing his box of sweets as he spoke.  “I’m a science teacher at the high school.  I lost a bet a few weeks ago and my punishment was to provide lunch for everyone today.  My poor wallet, huh?” he nudged the other, another hearty chuckle escaping him.  “Trouble is, everyone’s watching their form and apparently doughnuts aren’t so great.  Who’d have figured?  So now I’m stuck handing them out to strangers in hopes that they’d take them off my hands before class starts.  Because believe me, the last thing anyone wants is a few riled up kids at the end of the day.” 

[bloodless-mal]

“No such thing as too cautious,” he remarked with a short sigh. Malcolm hummed a sound of appreciation for the praise, eyes still wandering the streets. He turned back when the stranger began to explain, “So your judgement may not be of the highest caliber,” he stated as if it were meant to be a question, “The thrill of gambling amounts to very little when you lose your wager.”

[bloodless-mal]

“Please, for the love of god tell me it’s over.”

[darcymormontdeviants-blog]

Birds of a Feather ➝ Darcy & Mal

[darcymormontdeviants-blog]

Darcy sighed, a small grin on her face as she shook her head from side to side. Uncomfortable. And a rotting corpse didn’t? She could have argued the point all day just to annoy him but she refrained. Yet her amusement must have been clear just by a glance to her features, she was sure. Uncomfortable. Darcy snorted. 

“Let me do the prints.” Despite her teasing nature, the man was her friend, and Darcy understood it did - for a lack of a better word - make him uncomfortable. Even if she didn’t agree with it, she could respect it. Make it a bit simpler. “You start putting things back in place like we were never here. ‘Cause we weren’t. We were never here. You can start making the calls to get them brought in too.” She said, shooing him away from the desk before plucking his dusting kit out of his bag, quickly getting to work on the pictures and wooden box. 

She worked in silence, her gloved fingers moving delicately and with purpose over the bits of evidence. She made sure to pull her raven hair to one side of her neck, her brows furrowing as her focus intensified, and Darcy only froze when she heard the sound of a door rattling in the next room. Eyes wide, she looked up at Mal and sprung into action, gathering the pictures back into a pile and shoving them in their hidden compartment. “Go! Go! The fire exit!” She hissed in a hushed tone, practically jumping over the desk to grab their bags before pushing him forward and to the window, fumbling with the lock only for a moment only to crawl out and pull Mal behind her. 

Immediately, the cold afternoon air hit her like a slap in the face and Darcy did her best not to look down at the eight stories below them. If there was anything that made her knees buckle, it was heights. So, with her back pressed firmly against the wall and fingers gripping the rails, she kept her focus on Malcolm. “I only had half of the prints done - we can’t leave. Not yet.” She whispered frantically. 

[bloodless-mal]

So Malcolm set to shifting things back into place, his mind categorically going through the actions he’d taken since stepping into the room. He was just about done and pulling out his phone to ring in Dawson to draw up a warrant and the like when the sound of distant footsteps reached his ears. He remained still, listening carefully for a moment before the distinct sound of a turning knob caused him to turn and lock eyes with Mormont in a shared look of sympathetic activation.

He glided across the room back towards the desk to adjust a few more papers they had disturbed upon entering before Darcy began spurring him on. She was as quick as he was despite his heightened abilities, mostly due to her quick thinking- as if she’d practiced the plan of escape at least a half dozen times. He slipped out after her onto the fire escape and lowered the window back into place before crouching low, turning to look at the raven-haired woman standing pressed against the brick wall.

He brought a finger up to his lips and shushed her just as the almost undetectable sound of the office door unlocking trickled through the glass to reach his ears. Malcolm couldn’t be sure if Darcy had heard the sound too, but he could trust his rigid posture would be signal enough for her to remain silent.

The air was biting and his hands fisted in a weak attempt to conserve the little heat his body contained and he strained to track the sound of light footsteps on the carpeted floor inside the office. Judging by the weight in the sound, it was most likely a woman. Moments passed and the feet moved across the room, though not towards the window (thankfully) and he could hear the sound of a drawer sliding open. Files. Whoever it was came to retrieve documents, nothing more. Malcolm carefully tugged his phone from his pocket, silently tapping out a message before sending it to the investigator barely a foot away.

Not our man- sounds like filing cabinet

It was times like these where he hoped Darcy wouldn’t question how he could possibly hear that through the glass window.

[dearestleon-blog]

Whine and Dine || Malcolm & Leon

[dearestleon-blog]

Leon observed the unnatural mannerisms. How they secretly sickened him. How he wanted to break the dhampir to give into his inherent cravings. These hopes might be seen as cruel or evil, but in the therapists opinion it was the only way for Malcolm to find peace with himself and what he was. The investigator was his own worst enemy, and in the end if someone died it would be his own fault, either way Leon would remain and watch with delight from the sidelines. With no shame the next chance he had to say, ‘I told you so.’

He tilts his head, confused, “Who ever said you were?” A knowing grin appeared after, enjoying the assumptions and tension far more than he should. Leon waved off the waiter once the order was made. “Unless you’re looking for a father figure. I have adopted many less deserving breeds in my time. I mean to adopt more should Levi move on how I know he plans to.” The idea of Levi leaving him, like so many others, made Leon’s black guts seem to churn slightly. He trusted the boy though, more than anyone, he understood where his loyalties lie.

[bloodless-mal]

Malcolm couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Leon always made comments that compared him to the younger dhampir when they were worlds apart. Mal held a strange fondness for Levi despite the man who raised him and influenced his thoughts. However, Malcolm could never stand for the comparisons made between the two, as if Leon had some claim over who he ought to be as someone who begrudgingly shared their bloodline.

“The sooner he gets away from you the better off he’ll be,” Malcolm muttered. It was true the dhampir at times was utterly terrified of the vampire, but recently more and more he’d been losing the will to care what he could do to him. What consequences could come of his words. Mal had grown tired of being treated like some project or pet the psychiatrist wished to mold into something else, and gave up on filtering his true thoughts and feelings about the man. 

[haydenbradshaw-blog-blog]

"Of course. But it’s not like I can live much longer than ordinary beings, maybe a little with the help of some potions and spells, but it doesn’t mean I would still be young and with my health at 100%." He shrugged. "It does. Still, I’ve always thought being a vampire would be more interesting than a witch. Would you give away your abilities, if you could?" That question came at random, though Hayden was actually curious to know the answer. 

[bloodless-mal]

“I suppose,” Malcolm trailed. He rarely ruminated over the positives of his condition. He shuddered slightly, if by interesting you mean dark and twisted, Mal would agree. His eyes moved back to the other with the question, “In a heartbeat,” he replied instantly.

“It’s not in line with my.. opinions on morality. Besides, I’ve come to understand a longer lifetime rarely amounts to anything more than more frequent lapses in sanity." He’d seen what living forever can do to someone’s mind, twisting it into something grotesque and inhuman. He could only hope he’d die before reaching that point himself.

[cyrus-hart-deactivated20150525]

“Oh no, nothing like that at all.  I don’t have any reason to lie or harm you, so why would I do something so devious?  I promise, nothing but good intentions here, sir.” Cyrus cheerily dismissed, his smile unwavering.  “But if you’re sure you don’t want one, it’s okay.  I’ll give ‘em to my students—I’ll just blame you for the sugar high it creates.” He joked, laughing regardless of the other’s reaction.

[bloodless-mal]

“Students,” he repeated with a slow nod. His eyes skimmed the man briefly before he gave a short nod. “What do you teach?” he asked curiously, unable to deduce from the stranger’s general attire. He still wasn’t convinced the free pastries came out of the goodness of his heart. His eyes drifted away not long after, hovering over passersby.

[cyrus-hart-deactivated20150525]

“Oh—” Cyrus let out flatly, his own tone matching that of the stranger’s.  He could tell something must’ve been on the man’s mind, but that wasn’t his business.  Instead, he could only try being supportive—even if he was someone unknown.  Closing the box, he offered a warm smile.  “Well that’s okay.  Figured I’d offer anyway.  Because, you see, these are magical doughnuts.  They help people get their morning off to the right start—or that’s what I hear, anyway.” He chuckled, cheerily offering once more in hopes that it’d help perk the other man up a bit more.  

[bloodless-mal]

Malcolm raised a brow, gaze settling firmly on the stranger with the mention of magic. He didn’t smell supernatural... “Right.. If you’re offering food laced with narcotics, I will have you know I work for the Boston Police department,” he replied, levelling the other with a suspicious gaze as he shifted his glasses.