alfie has his headphones plugged into his laptop. he’s listening to one of his favorite releases from the previous year, 2008 — “lovebug” by the jonas brothers. honestly, the technology he’s using so casually right now is nothing shy of incredible to him. he recalls how blessed he felt to be one of the first students to EVER try c programming language in the early 1970s. but he’s also feeling a different kind of nostalgia as he listens to the song, the one he had for his parents, who got married in the 1950s’ american-colonial philippines.
these jonas brothers capture the era that his parents embodied. god, he missed them. he sings along, loudly, to the tune. when he notices a few people staring, he says, “i — my father donated these benches.” as far as he’s concerned, that means this area of the park is pretty much his.
“are you okay?” the words dripped with hesitation as they left the vampire’s lips. being mushy wasn’t part of their deal, for sure... but this wasn’t that, was it? this was just him being a decent person. surely, he still remembered how to be THAT. “you should...” you should stay for a while longer, he nearly said. but that would almost certainly fling it towards mushy territory. he sighed, running a hand through thick dark hair as he lay lazily beneath the sheets. “you can talk about it for a bit, if you want,” he finally said. “whatever’s bothering you.”
times of peace in bon temps these days were few and far between. even though they should have been times of rest but it always felt like the calm before the storm never seemed to come, and the storm had already happened. things were calm until she blinked, after that instant the only thing she think about that sudden death. the only thing the werewolf was sure about was that after that storm peace would take a while to come. it made her angsty like her body was busing with electricity just waiting to get out. that’s how she found herself running through the woods, in human form, far too late that saturday evening. the wind in her hair, the crunch of leaves beneath her feet … it made her worries slip away. she was too caught up in her enjoyment, to notice the low hanging branch that she quickly ran into, a loud noise echoing around her as it was ripped from the tree by her body. groaning, she let her body fall back against the leaves. “ i’m suddenly very in favour of deforestation ” she muttered to herself, dropping her head back against the cold dirt.
alfie frowned. “hey, don’t say that,” he admonished. “i remember when the bon temps skies weren’t so POLLUTED.” he wished that he could look back on his young adulthood as a shiny, pristine memory. unfortunately, he was doomed to be stuck forever in young adulthood, and so it was something to be tarnished over and over again. visions of light-polluted, nearly empty skies threatened to replace his memories of starry heavens. “be thankful for these forests, you understand?”
[ joshua magsilong alvarez & he/him & cis man ] : my oh my, is that ALFONSO “ALFIE” DAYAGANON in bon temps ? what the hell are they up to hanging around FANGTASIA listening to OH, KINABUHI by VICTOR WOOD when they should be doing whatever a SUPER RICH LAYABOUT does ? between you and i, the 20/55 year old VAMPIRE is avoided for acting IMMATURE, but whenever they let their ERUDITE side shine through people flock to them. i guess they’re in town because HE MOVED HERE TO STUDY ( AND ALSO DIED HERE ). explains some of it, though i can’t help but wonder if there’s more to a GAUDY CLOTHES FROM A PAST GENERATION, A PERENNIALLY ABSENTMINDED LOOK story.
tw for mentions of illness & dictatorship.
hello! so alfie was born in the 1950s. he was born in cebu province in the philippines. he moved to america in the 1970s to study, and also get away from a certain dictatorship in the philippines [cough] [cough]
anyway he couldn’t bring anyone else in his family. he got bitterly homesick, but told himself he’d see them again, and he’d feel the tropical philippine sun on his skin again. but he never did. he almost died of pneumonia in 1974, but a vampire turned him.
he was studying engineering. the ‘70s were a crazy time for technological advancements and he was one of the young people on the forefront of tech stuff.
he was no great genius but he was naturally smart. now, you can consider him a genius tbh. he’s had 30+ years to hone his natural intellect into genius.
he’s super rich rn because he’s just invested in random stuff and there are no real consequences for him lmao, as a vampire. he owns like a dozen random companies rn probably
he’s very book-smart but immature af. well, his brain development’s been stalled at 20 (meaning his poor prefrontal cortex hasn’t gotten the chance to develop at all. rip) for 35 years and he hasn’t got over his own premature death so yeah . that’s why
since his pre-vampire days, he’s spoken english, bisaya (his first language), spanish (bc spanish hadn’t been taken out of the philippine curriculum in the ‘50s-‘70s - he’s asian ofc, it just means spanish colonization still had lingering effects), and tagalog (which he learned mainly from movies tbh).
he’s learned other languages now. mans has always been a polyglot but now he’s a B I G polyglot.
he’s a het i’m sorry to say
his url is a reference to the fact that he still likes to wear his hair in retro styles tbh like feathered hair sjfsdjfnsj but also a reference to bisaya myths, where our equivalents of vampires have feathers like birds.
