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Mortel,
I don’t know you very well. We danced that one time. So it was kind of hard finding you a gift, but I saw this and thought “Who doesn’t like stars.” So here is a globe of the constellations.
Love,
Brigid
This is amazing, wow. Thank you so much, Brigid. I didn't expect such a wonderful present, so I am speechless.
Mostly just enjoying the ice cream.
It sounds like it was a delightful treat. I hope you didn't get ill at all because of it.
Today was a good day to find out how much ice cream I could eat without getting sick.
Have you had a bad day or were you just enjoying the ice cream?
wear you like a tattoo; halemont
"What? Oh, yeah, just got into a fight with a bear. No big deal." Flashing a crooked smirk, Gunner stepped by Mortel and pulled the door closed behind him, making sure it locked with a quick shake of the doorknob. As he walked, he tucked his wallet into his back pocket, his index finger slipping through the hoop of his keys and his other hand clutching tightly to his phone — until he realised the irrelevance and also deposited that into a pocket. He looked over to Mortel once sorted and couldn’t help the expression of fond that passed over him; the ex-vampire had been his first love, and saying the relationship was ‘intense’ felt like an understatement to the boy. There was no way he could ever forget what they went through, what had happened recently, and the way he felt. Mortel would always have a piece of his heart, no matter where they were or what kind of life he lived. It was hard to keep that in check and since Gunner wasn’t one who excelled in the ‘self control’ element, he couldn’t help his natural want to walk in step right next to the human. The warmth radiating from Tel was new but not unwanted, and Gunner was unapologetic as he reached for the mans hand, lacing their fingers together as he walked towards the car. He acted indifferent, playing it off as casual as he asked, with a devilish smirk, "Does it feel weird? You know, being full of blood and stuff."
"A bear of a spell that Jade's got going on?" Tel lightly teased as he glanced back at Gunner again. He listened to the sounds of Gunner putting his things in his pocket, and he made his way down the last of the stairs before he found a hand slipping into his own. The feeling warmed Tel's heart, brought a smile to his face. Gunner's hand in his brought Tel back to lighter days, when they were younger at the start of their relationship. Flashes of their run-in at the museum, their first date, the icing from his cake being smushed into his face, made their way back into his mind and Tel couldn't help the way his smile took on a hint of sadness of its own. What he and Gunner had had, it'd been good, and he'd ruined it all with his own stupid acts, his moon-crazed mistakes that destroyed everything that had made him feel lighter than air. In this moment, Tel could pretend that everything was fine again, that they were back to normal, even if Gunner wasn't technically his anymore. What Mortel wouldn't do to get him back, to have a second chance with the love of his life. He tightened his grip on Gunner's slightly before he looked over at the man, eyes soft as he watched the werewolf for just a moment. "It's...strange," he said quietly. "Not the blood thing, not even the warmth, but feeling my heart beating in my chest... I never thought I'd feel that again in my lifetime, even though I guess this...technically would be considered a new lifetime, wouldn't it?" Tel let out a soft sigh. "I've missed the feeling, honestly, but at the same time it's foreign to me."
wear you like a tattoo; halemont
Gunner was always thankful for summer rolling around; it meant no classes, more free time, a perfect excuse to be drinking at 10am, and swimming (also less clothes, but even in winter he didn’t wear much). There was a negative, and that was when he had nothing to do in his spare time. He could watch his favorite series on Netflix or maybe wander down the streets of town, flirt with a few strangers, find a new poetry book and sit at the beach to read it, but he wasn’t in the mood for that all the time. At the present, he was too busy running around his flat, trying to find clean clothes as Mortel came over. He managed to find a pair of black jeans on the floor next to his bed, jumping around as he tugged them up his legs, and simply shrugging at the rips over his knees. When the knock on the door sounded through the apartment, Gunner only had one of his arms in his black and white stripey shirt. “Shit,” He murmured, before raising his voice and yelling in response. “Be there in a minute!” He ended up headbutting the wall as he tugged his socks and doc marten boots on, taking off towards the door in a fluid movement afterwards, his arms reaching out to grab his wallet, phone and keys from the bowl by the door and opening it with his spare hand. “Hello, handsome.” The werewolf greeted his former lover breathlessly; his breath escaped him half from the minor run and half because he still felt paralyzed by looking at Mortel. “Alright, you saw the car on your way in so pip pip. Get your arse into gear. You’ve got a tattoo to get.”
Waiting outside of Gunner's door was actually quite agonising, even if Mortel wouldn't dare admit it. He leaned back against the wall on the other side of the hallway, chuckling quietly as he bit back a grin at the sound of Gunner telling him he'd be right there. The sound of things hitting the wall was something that wiped the smile away for just a second before it was back, and Tel couldn't help it. He was excited for the time that he'd have with Gunner, looking forward to every moment of the fact that he would get to spend it with the werewolf that he loved. "Hello," Tel responded with a chuckle once Gunner finally opened the door. "It sounds like you had a bit of a scuffle with the hallway in there." There were a multitude of things that Tel knew he could do in this moment, but he wasn't quite sure which one he was willing to try when it came to Gunner. Despite their happenings in the library, that didn't really change the fact that Tel didn't know where he stood with the werewolf, so he let Gunner lead the way and followed what the werewolf deemed reasonable instead of starting anything that could possibly cause tension between them. A soft laugh escaped Tel's lips as he looked at Gunner. "I'm going," he assured the werewolf as he made his way back down the stairs to the car, glancing back at Gunner the entire way.
The fifties — that’s when I first surfaced! It was so much fun back then, even if a little troublesome. You should come back to California with me when I go back; I can show you my favorite diner and beach to swim at and my dorms and where I go to play music all the time — it’ll be so much fun, I promise. You can paint the sunset and I can play with your hair… yep, you gotta come back. It’s decided. Tel, you have to stop being so cute right this instant or I’m going to do something silly.
Don’t tell me you’ve been lonely.
I always forget you're a lot younger than I am. I think I could manage a trip to California, but at the moment, there's a bit too much going on around here for me to leave. Maybe later in the summer, you can show me all of your favourite places, and I can paint the sunset then. Am I being cute? I thought I was just being myself.
Not...lonely is a bad choice of words, because there are plenty of people around here, but my progeny has left, so the house has been...quiet. She did leave her dog, however. I suppose that might be a plus.
wear you like a tattoo; halemont
The plan to get a tattoo had been on Mortel's mind since his memories had come back, and only recently did he decide that he was certain that he wanted to get one. While this had been a plan in his mind, he hadn't exactly planned on sharing the idea with Gunner or taking the werewolf with him, but it seemed that the second the text conversation started, all Tel wanted to do was take Gunner along with him. If Gunner's excitement was any indication that he was looking forward to going with Tel to get this ink, it was assuring to the man that it would be an experience. He made his way to Gunner's apartment, glad that he still knew how to get there even though his memories were not as trustworthy as he hoped by this point. Some things still felt like dreams, and some things he thought he'd remembered were actually dreams despite Tel being certain they were real. He shook the thought from his mind as he approached the apartment, knocking on the door with a bit of excitement for spending this time with the werewolf running through his veins as he waited.
Really? You’d be one of the only ones. It’s amazing! So sunny and warm. The scenery makes me oh so happy. When was the last time you were there? Stop, you’re making me blush; I try my hardest and that’s what counts. It also doesn’t feel so hard since I love to do it all— hey, do you know how to play any instruments? Sorry, um. Yes, it was. I actually met another mermaid there. Much fun. Really? I thought cause you’ve, like, been around awhile you knew everything.
N’aw, babe, I’ve missed you too. We should hang out all the time now that I’m back, just to make up for the lost moments.
I definitely don't believe that I am one of the only ones. I think it was back in the early fifties or sixties. Everything kind of melds together at that time period, but I remember being in California and loving the hustle of the people starting to find themselves. That is not a bad thing; you're cute when you blush. I know a few, but I prefer painting to music, you know that. You did? That sounds exciting. Just because I've been around for a bit doesn't mean I know how the world works. I'm still learning every day, just like you.
We shall. It's good to have you back, company will be nice to have again.
I looked too young, should I say. I’m just going to serenade my manager until she throws me in a tank and lets me perform for people. Ahuh! I went to California and guess what — I’m even in a sorority. Music major, obviously, but I also take some history classes to understand humans better. They even have these really cool classes that are provided for supernaturals that aren’t used to society, so I totally understand some human concepts a lot better. Banking still confuses me though…
I never thought you looked too young. Clearly whoever was looking at you at the time was mistaken. California? Is it still just as thrilling as it used to be? I bet you ace all the music courses with that brilliant voice of yours. Is it a music sorority? I'm glad that you've been having fun with university, and trust me, no one understands banking unless you are friends with an accounting major. I still lack a lot of understanding about how it all works.
I've missed you, Cor.
Tel! Aw, you’re too kind and have too much faith. Maybe… hopefully. Last time they said it was because I was too young but now I’m a proper, grown up college girl so they can’t say no.
You? Too young? I do believe they were mistaken when it came to actually knowing if you were too young or not. You're in college now? That sounds exciting. What are you studying?
Holy… that sounds like a rollercoaster. Christ. I’m so glad you’re okay now, I— I don’t even want to think about you dying. You’re alive and well, that’s all that matters.
The one without tattoos is Lex, if you can remember their names when I talked about them. He’s quite… fragile. Tripp is just a pain in the arse but I can’t leave him and he constantly complains about being “stuck with us” so there’ll be no getting rid of him either. Anyway. Again, I’m really sorry about all that. But um… it’s nice to see you again, Tel.
It definitely was a bit of one. You don't have to think about it, because I'm alive, that's right.
He's the youngest one, correct? He seemed nice, but like I said, it was hard to differentiate at first. I met the other one at the tattoo parlour? He doesn't seem too bad, just...a little touchy. It's alright, but it would have been nice to know. It's good to see you too, Versace. I was wondering if I would ever see you again.
I always held this town in such high regards but it really was the icing on top of the cake when they told me I could have my old job back. Maybe this time Aqua will let me sing instead of serve all night.
It's good to see you're back. I'm sure you shouldn't have any problem convincing people to let you sing. You have a lovely voice for it.
Wait— what? How?
I’m so sorry… that must have been an experience. Neither bothered you too much, did they? The one with all the tattoos can be a bit much.
Um...well, I died... And then someone brought me back and I had no memories and was human...and now I'm back, but human. I believe that's the general understanding of it.
No, the one was nice. The other seemed slightly offended I mistook him for you. I believe it was the one with the tattoos but, there's now multiples of you and I can't keep track of them.
Quite some time. You seem… different.
Yes, I heard — and now it’s time to deliver an apology to you. I should probably have mentioned we’re all identical and that’s not a glamour thing.
You could say that I am. I'm...not a vampire anymore.
That would have been nice to know, because I thought I was going crazy at first.
… Bonjour. Long time no see.
It's been a while, hasn't it...
So I, uh...met your brothers.
I used to visit this place monthly and it changes every time. Keep up the good work, Ashenvale. Now can someone direct me to the nearest bakery? I’m pining for a macaroon.
There's, um...one on the main street. If you need help finding it, well...
Hello.
I’m surprised he didn’t say anything. Maybe, he told Tripp. I’m always the last one to find things out.
Maybe I was not someone he wished to talk about. Who knows...
