Blue the Malkavian

"There is someone in my head, but it is not me."

[malkavian-blue]

The night had just begun and he was already exhausted. Sleep had been fitful and interspersed with images he did not want to see. Life had been uneventful as of late, a disruption like this was well overdue. A walk might do some good - and silence the voices.

Blue left his suit jacket on the bed, cuffed his sleeves to his elbows and grabbed an orange before leaving home. He had no idea where he was going, and he didn’t care at the moment. It wasn’t until he found himself standing on a street where nothing was recognizable did he stop walking. Shifting the orange between hands, he took a moment to study his surroundings.

[alone-with-company]

The hand withdrew although the removed eye now remained suspended in the air beside the shoulder of the glowing being as if it were now on watch for any other interruptions of his evening. Blinking slowly at the human creature talking to him the scorn remained fully and the Fae began to turn away from him, the conversation less than keeping his attention.

What mockery this was to mime his actions without purposeful intentions!

Although a pause in his steps as he looked over his shoulder again to gaze at the odd human - no, not human. It had the outside appearance of that of a human yet he did not have the aura of one, yet he was also not a Fae of any sort either. A slight curiosity sparked in the back of his mind but not enough to pursue such the origin of what he was.

“You fail to amuse me. Take the eye, or not but leave with haste.”

[malkavian-blue]

“Amuse you?” Only one side of Blue’s lips curled into a smile and his arm remained outstretched. “Is that why we are here? Sometimes I wonder if-,” the Malk shook his head and chuckled, “No. No, no that is not why we are here. Not for your amusement. Only for our own.” The laughter of the unseen filled the air and did not stop until the vampire turned his attention from the glowing creature to the floating gift.

Blue’s sapphire eyes locked into the single floating eye. He was oddly unaffected by the unusual and precarious situation he was in. Instead the Malk’s only concerns were if the eye could still see, and if, once in a jar, would it continue to somehow levitate. He stepped forward, making his way toward the eye without the slightest bit of caution - only lowering his arm as he approached.

Now standing beside the floating eye, Blue looked toward the stranger. “Does it grow back?” he asked with genuine curiosity.

[murderisarttome]

malkavian-blue‌:

“Am I?” There was the barest hint of worry in the Malk’s voice. Blue was aware he preferred some form of physical contact, even if it was something as simple as sitting unnecessarily close. But he was also aware Damion preferred his space. The Malk absentmindedly began threading his fingers through the artist’s hair. “It would take a concentrated effort to stop myself.” Blue wasn’t sure how to explain his constant need for non-violent physical contact - not without dredging up his past.

“And… you have a habit of disappearing for long periods of time… At least this way I know you are here.” It was unsatisfactory explanation but it was also the easiest.

Damion, upon hearing the worry in his vampire’s voice, wrapped his limbs around him just a bit tighter and nuzzled under his chin just a bit harder.

“Oh shh… You know if it had bothered me, I would have said something by now.” His fingers drew light, repeated circles on Blue’s back before rubbing into the muscles there.

“I do… I just can’t stay in one place for too long, darling. It feels stagnant for me… I’ve traveled and never stayed in one place for too long all my life. I can’t help it.” He paused before lifting his head from Blue’s chin. “I shall try to let you know when I leave again and if i can, where to” He placed a light kiss on his nose with a crooked grin.

[malkavian-blue]

The tension caused by his troublesome thoughts melted away with the comforting massage. He tuned out all other sound and listened only to what Damion was saying - his euphoric smile evidence of just how contented he was. He could just lay here and pass the hours exactly as they were.

Blue slid his left hand toward the new ink and rested it there possessively. The vampire’s eyes found Damion’s and studied them. “I can always find you if I truly wanted,” his eyes twinkled mischievously. “Just make sure you stay alive. That is all that matters. And remember I love you.”

[malkavian-blue]

What am I supposed to do with these? And you haven’t explained why you’re upset.

“What do you mean? You measure time with them, naturally... and I explained perfectly well why I am distressed! Stop being so vexing,” Blue huffed. “You are worse than them sometimes.”

[malkavian-blue]

Where can I get a Malkavian translator? What happened? Is Atley alright?

“Atley is fine,” he stared in confusion. “Atley has no control over this.”

Blue pulled two pieces of twine of equal length from his pocket and offered them to the Frenchman. “You will need these.”

[malkavian-blue]

Try reading? Or taking pictures? You seem to enjoy that.

“It is far worse than you think,” he muttered.

“One number stops progressing, the other continues.” The Malk gestured vaguely then looked at Tristan with a weak smile, “We did not make it very far did we?”

[malkavian-blue]

The night had just begun and he was already exhausted. Sleep had been fitful and interspersed with images he did not want to see. Life had been uneventful as of late, a disruption like this was well overdue. A walk might do some good - and silence the voices.

Blue left his suit jacket on the bed, cuffed his sleeves to his elbows and grabbed an orange before leaving home. He had no idea where he was going, and he didn’t care at the moment. It wasn’t until he found himself standing on a street where nothing was recognizable did he stop walking. Shifting the orange between hands, he took a moment to study his surroundings.

[alone-with-company]

The Fae stood still, almost impossibly still, as the wind gushed past the being yet not a hair on his head stirred as if the being was more apparition than anything else. A look of disgust was clear in his eyes with the slightest wrinkling of the bridge of his nose, the small mouth a slight scornful twist as he fully turned now to gaze upon the intruder - despite the Fae truly being the intrusive creature.

So the human - no he wasnt human, the presence was much different than one of a human - wanted one of his eyes.

“Would the tongue taste shall it be cut out?”

Reaching up the nails dug into the orb and gouged carefully around it, fingernails hooking about the hazel colored and it wetly pulled from the socket - holding it out barely with the tips of two fingers towards the dark man.

An offering.

[malkavian-blue]

The more he stared, the more Blue wanted to collect the whole creature and not just an eye. Yet voices moving in the wind told him that was an impossible task. His own voices seemed less concerned.

All the scorn directed at Blue however, was lost on the vampire. All his attention was immediately focused on the eye in the stranger’s grip. How with such ease the unknown entity removed his own eye. Blue mimed the action, though without actually removing his own eye, and instead reached out as if accepting the offering - even though they were still a safe distance from each other.

“I had asked that very question once,” Blue’s head tilted ever so slightly and his hand remained outstretched. “The individual in question was unable to answer.”

[murderisarttome]

malkavian-blue‌:

Somehow, through his total fixation on the ink, Blue was vaguely aware of the fingers on his cheeks and that Damion was speaking. He moved closer, reaching a hand out stopping just short of touching the tattoo. A permanent mark he did not make, but was still his. It took a handful of minutes before Blue was able to speak again.

“I… hope no one else…” He slowly pulled his hand back and somehow managed to refocus on Damion. “It was a very well kept secret.” Blue put his full weight on his ghoul to keep him pinned down. “Must have taken careful planning,” he grinned, cheeks still lightly pink.

“Of course it did.” Damion poked Blue’s pink cheek before stroking it with his thumb. A wide grin appeared on his face. “You’re always so handsy…” He chuckled.

The other arm wrapped around his vampires back and pulled him as close as he possibly could while nuzzling the side of his neck.

[malkavian-blue]

“Am I?” There was the barest hint of worry in the Malk’s voice. Blue was aware he preferred some form of physical contact, even if it was something as simple as sitting unnecessarily close. But he was also aware Damion preferred his space. The Malk absentmindedly began threading his fingers through the artist’s hair. “It would take a concentrated effort to stop myself.” Blue wasn’t sure how to explain his constant need for non-violent physical contact - not without dredging up his past.

“And... you have a habit of disappearing for long periods of time... At least this way I know you are here.” It was unsatisfactory explanation but it was also the easiest.

[highsocietyposterboy-blog]

Visiting hours ended a half hour ago and the waiting room had cleared out. All except himself. James isn’t sure why he stayed. What did he expect to see? He didn’t even ask if the weird doctor was there. It didn’t seem like that guy even had a schedule. What the hell was he going to do if that guy was here? Something about him seriously creeped James out. He had seen this guy do things that couldn’t be real… and James wasn’t even coked out of his mind at the time.

He slumped down lazily and crossed his arms. “How the hell do ask someone if they’re not human?” He mumbled to himself.

[malkavian-blue]

For all his protests about being dammed Blue would concede to some of its benefits. The ability to stand within sight of a person and remain invisible was a particular favorite. So Malk stood nearby, still as a statue, and observed the youth while he fidgeted restlessly. Blue had seen this person before. He believed they boy’s name to be James; and James was usually here visiting his mother - an unfortunate soul who seemed prone to accidents.

“I have found the best way to ask someone a question, is to... simply ask them the question.” Blue smiled eerily to slumped figure, “You may even get an answer.”

[malkavian-blue]

The night had just begun and he was already exhausted. Sleep had been fitful and interspersed with images he did not want to see. Life had been uneventful as of late, a disruption like this was well overdue. A walk might do some good - and silence the voices.

Blue left his suit jacket on the bed, cuffed his sleeves to his elbows and grabbed an orange before leaving home. He had no idea where he was going, and he didn’t care at the moment. It wasn’t until he found himself standing on a street where nothing was recognizable did he stop walking. Shifting the orange between hands, he took a moment to study his surroundings.

[alone-with-company]

This was as far as he had been into the human town and it continuously left a bad taste in his mouth the farther that he would walk. The buildings were mute, the gravelled road unnatural and strange upon his bare feet as he turned down yet another quiet street, seeking not in particular besides the company of his own thoughts, gently with the sound of his nails scraping against the brick.

The Fae prince was not a stranger to human affairs, and while he sought not a human in particular, there was an individual he had become curious about and so he wandered the streets in the darkest of the nights - looking like a faintly glowing phantom as if the moon shone its beams gently onto an open orange flower. It was only until there was another presence in the street that the fine featured Fae would pause, and turn to look behind.

[malkavian-blue]

Empty windows and cookie cutter façades surrounded the Malk - but where the hell was he?

Straw... wood...

“Brick,” he nodded and gestured vaguely. “Surrounded by it.”

Placing his orange on the ground, he gave it a gentle push and watched it roll forward on the uneven surface, eventually curving to the left.

“Our destination lies that way,” he look a last glance behind and scooped up the orange, aimlessly walking the last few yards before reaching the cross street. Glancing left he found was no longer alone. And the new stranger was looking directly at him.

“Hmm...” The Malk elected not to move forward just yet and instead made a quick study of the being before him, then cackling like a madman, he tossed the orange into the air and caught it with a smile. “Would your eyes still glow if removed?”

[malkavian-blue]

The night had just begun and he was already exhausted. Sleep had been fitful and interspersed with images he did not want to see. Life had been uneventful as of late, a disruption like this was well overdue. A walk might do some good - and silence the voices.

Blue left his suit jacket on the bed, cuffed his sleeves to his elbows and grabbed an orange before leaving home. He had no idea where he was going, and he didn’t care at the moment. It wasn’t until he found himself standing on a street where nothing was recognizable did he stop walking. Shifting the orange between hands, he took a moment to study his surroundings.

[donttouchthevase-blog]

malkavian-blue‌:

“There is an off season?” The vampire was confused. What exactly did that mean? What happened when a season was off? Which of the fours seasons was off? He scratched at his neck absentmindedly. “How do people know when a season is off?” Maybe the season was off now and he had interrupted Jeremy’s personal time. Was Jeremy laughing? Or was it the voices? He growled and pushed the sound away.

Jeremy needed something close to the person to locate them and Blue had everything this person ever owned. “Is it worth it? Do they know they are dead? Can they understand?” Blue was staring and his mind continued to fill with questions.

Jeremy chuckled again.

“The off season is during fall and winter. Guest arent allowed to visit the property unless under special circumstances.” He slowly sat up again before swinging his legs off the side of the bed. After making his way to his bookshelf, he pulled out a rather old looking, but well taken care of, book.

“It all depends on the person.” He flipped through the pages slowly. “Too many things contribute to it to say whether for certain they are aware of it or not. They can understand if the connections are strong. Think of it as talking through a two way radio. The further you are from the other person, the weaker the signal and you wont be able to have a clear conversation” Jeremy paused to read a paragraph on the page before continuing to flip through them.

“To make the connection most strong, I would have to have an item close to them, as i have said before, as well as being in a place they frequented a lot.” 

[malkavian-blue]

“What is the purpose of a season being... off?” His eyes searched the room, “Everything stays the same every season. It does not change...” He was thinking too literal again. He was aware of his tendency to do that.

As Jeremy retrieved a book, Blue picked up Atley. He held the owl close as he contemplated what the other had said - going immediately to the negative. The connection could be bad. What if they didn’t realize they were dead? What if... What if they didn’t want to speak to him. The idea put Blue on edge. He began to pace again. Trying to push any negative thoughts away.

“An item close to the person would not be a problem. Nor the place frequented.” Though it meant Jeremy would have to travel. “I suppose it all depends on whether or not I could deal with the consequences of the conversation...”

[malkavian-blue]

I was just wondering how many of those friends he had and wondering how to sample the process. I didn’t give you a spider.

The Malk sighed. He didn’t care about this stranger’s attempt to gather information. He had other things to focus on.

“I do not want to speak to you. Find me the one who gave me the spider.”

[malkavian-blue]

Are you one of Damion’s friends with potential?

One of... what...?

“If that is what he sees me as, then that must be what I am...”

A handful of silent minutes passed as the Malk’s expression turned from outright confusion to contemplative.

“Are you the faceless creature that gave me a spider?”

[malkavian-blue]

The sun had risen nearly an hour ago, but Blue was still standing at the window looking out at the dark sky. It was a rare opportunity for a vampire to stare at the outside world without a care for the time of day, and judging from the current view this would last at least until the sun set again. It had started just before midnight and it was still falling - snow.

Blue let the heavy curtain drop back into place and tightened his grip on the heavy blanket draped over his shoulders. Sadly, the blanket didn’t help and he briefly considered putting on a shirt, or his sweater... but what good would that do? He was a creature incapable of raising his core temperature on his own. The Malk huffed and turned his attention to the dying embers in the fire place. Life in Victorian home lost its charm when one had to deal with the consequences of the seasons.

Grumbling about the cold he crossed the room and fell onto bed, gathering all of the bed coverings and burying himself. Here he would stay until the season changed - or at the very least until the snow stopped.

He had only been hidden for a handful of minutes when he felt the coverings shift slightly followed by loud meowing. Blue lifted the blanket just enough to see a tiny sweater clad kitten climbing across the bed.

“Hello,” the vampire reached a hand out to scratch Julia behind the ears.

“Hello,” an unexpected though most welcome voice had responded. From his cold cocoon, Blue couldn’t see his ghoul but was aware he was close.

“It is cold.” Blue pulled his hand back.

“Yes, it is. What happened to the electric blanket?” Damion grinned and sat at the edge of the bed.

The Malk whined pitifully and pulled his blankets closer. Blue couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but he didn’t trust a blanket that warmed itself. Damion laughed and picked up Julia, nuzzling the kitten while he lazily leaned against Blue; a jealous owl screeched from his perch on the fireplace mantle.

“Should I get you another blanket?” Damion was still laughing. He reached across his vampire and placed Julia on a pillow before peeling back the corner of the coverings to grin at Blue - the vampire grumbled and grabbed Damion, pulling him close and pinning him in place. “Fuck!” It was the sort of involuntary curse one shouted when they suddenly found them self being hugged by an icicle.

For Blue this was better than any electric blanket. “We are staying here until it stops snowing,” the vampire smiled and snuggled as close as possible, burying his face against Damion’s shoulder.

“I think it’s supposed to snow for most of the week,” he pulled the blankets around himself and kissed Blue’s forehead.

“I am fine with that.”

“So am I,” he chuckled and tightened his grip on his vampire.

[donttouchthevase-blog]

malkavian-blue:

“You are in a self imposed isolation,” Blue commented rather bluntly. “They are the only company that you have, whether you like it or not.”

He’d stopped petting Atley as he mulled over the possibility of entities being in the room at this very moment…

Atley took advantage of Blue’s apparent distraction and inched closer toward the blood marble. He stared directly at the vampire while very slowly reaching out a claw and grasping ahold of it firmly. And, just like that, the tiny owl had his prize - he’d won. Trophy in his grip he scooted back toward Blue and nipped at his fingers until the vampire resumed the head scratches.

“How would you go about finding someone specific?” Blue asked. His eyes remained focused on their host as he lazily scratched Atley. “Someone who died long ago.”

“Not all the time. During the off seasons not many people come here but I am visited often by a close friend of mine. I am perfectly fine with being alone.”

Jeremy turned to look at Blue but instead shifted his eyes to Atley who had just grabbed the blood marble. He chuckled slightly before looking over the books on his shelf.

“Someone specific? I would need something that was close to them in life. It could be anything they had but the closer that object was to them, the easier it would be to find them.” Jeremy tapped his fingers on his knees for a moment before laying on his back. “I haven’t tried that sort of magic in a long while. I will have to brush up.”

[malkavian-blue]

“There is an off season?” The vampire was confused. What exactly did that mean? What happened when a season was off? Which of the fours seasons was off? He scratched at his neck absentmindedly. “How do people know when a season is off?” Maybe the season was off now and he had interrupted Jeremy’s personal time. Was Jeremy laughing? Or was it the voices? He growled and pushed the sound away.

Jeremy needed something close to the person to locate them and Blue had everything this person ever owned. “Is it worth it? Do they know they are dead? Can they understand?” Blue was staring and his mind continued to fill with questions.

[malkavian-blue]

-offers a jar holding a large writing spider- I thought you might like this because of the name.

A quizzical expression is plain on Blue’s face as he accepts the jar. “The name…?” He slowly turns the jar over to examine the creature before removing the lid and reaching in to pet the arachnid.

[murderisarttome]

malkavian-blue‌:

“Mhmm,” he grinned. “The shadows have claws.”

The Malk continued collecting cards until his face was in Damion’s hands. He leaned into the warmth, sapphire eyes fixated on his ghoul’s stare as he spoke. But he could feel the warmth of Damion’s skin as he began to blush. It always amused Blue to see the artist blush and he grinned as the redness deepened. The vampire leaned forward slightly as Damion’s warm hands moved to work the buttons of his shirt but before the Malk could say anything he was completely distracted… this was new.

Blue had no words for what he saw, leaning even closer and slowly reaching out to touch the blue colored ink. On a sort of autopilot, he was lost in his thoughts, unaware he’d moved forward enough that he’d pinned Damion to the floor as the heart was intensely studied - every line was traced by cold fingers as he’d done with so many of the artist’s other tattoos before. But this… this heart was different.

“Because of me…?” he mumbled without realizing he’d spoken out loud. His cheeks turned pink - as pink as was possible for a vampire that hadn’t fed in nearly a month, but it was certainly noticeable.

Damion stared at his vampire, himself still pink, with a blank yet somewhat confused expression.

He was blushing.

Well as much as a vampire could but Damion could almost feel his guts melt all the same. He reached out and touched the light dusting of pink on Blue’s cheeks before nodding.

“Of course. Who else would it be for?” Damion’s dark eyes shifted from the ink to Blue’s face before chuckling softly. “Im surprised I was able to keep it a secret for so long…”

[malkavian-blue]

Somehow, through his total fixation on the ink, Blue was vaguely aware of the fingers on his cheeks and that Damion was speaking. He moved closer, reaching a hand out stopping just short of touching the tattoo. A permanent mark he did not make, but was still his. It took a handful of minutes before Blue was able to speak again.

“I... hope no one else...” He slowly pulled his hand back and somehow managed to refocus on Damion. “It was a very well kept secret.” Blue put his full weight on his ghoul to keep him pinned down. “Must have taken careful planning,” he grinned, cheeks still lightly pink.