Dead of the Living Night

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[nightafterlife]

"I love you more than anything."

“I love you, too,” Malcolm replied, placing his hand on top of Vaska’s and pulling him into a hug. “...more than anything.”

There was nothing else that mattered to Malcolm at all, in fact. He had the club, but that was only a project. Something to kill time and stay out of the way. He would have given it up without a second thought if it meant he could have a life with Vaska.

Malcolm pushed the impossible idea from his mind, trying to avoid spoiling a happy moment for once. He pulled back from the hug to look down at Vaska, cupping his face with one hand.

“Nothing has ever made me as happy as you have. You’re... you are the best part of my existence.”

[nightafterlife]

"God, you're so handsome, what the fuck."

“‘What the fuck’ I could understand, but handsome...?”

Malcolm couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Handsome’ was never the way he would have described himself at all- now that he was dead less than ever. His gaunt features, colorless skin, the circles around his eyes... he looked more like a zombie than a vampire. No one would ever doubt that he was dead. He knew others saw it too. People stared, sometimes. They found his appearance jarring.

So at first, Malcolm had assumed Vaska just had a thing for creepy guys; it wasn’t uncommon. But while that may have been true, he still meant what he said. It was clear in the way he looked at Malcolm.

Vaska found him not just weirdly sexy, but genuinely handsome. Malcolm couldn’t bring himself to agree, but... he was more happy to hear Vaska say it than he would have expected to be.

“No, I’m just joking... thank you, thank you. You know... I can’t stop looking at you either. Honestly, I can’t work when you’re around. You’ve got the most perfect face, it’s crazy.”

He was quiet then, looking at Vaska. Being looked at right back. He felt something he shouldn’t be feeling, and Vaska felt it too. There was no other reason for a guy to look at his face like that, Malcolm was sure.

He bit his lip. Then he broke eye contact, nodded, and began pouring them both a shot. Malcolm prompted Vaska to drink to his own words: “’What the fuck’, right?”

[thebloody-queen]

continued from here for @nightafterlife

“I’m… looking for somebody, yes.  May I take a seat?”  

She looks around, wondering if there is anywhere to sit.  A snapshot of this room could tell her nearly all she needs to know about his life and station- it’s filthy, it’s cheap, it smells like smoke.  It’s strangely comforting.  No grand castles here, no lords, just a pathetic loser who sleeps in his office and watches t.v.

And a television!  Old and cheap as it is, this vampire surely must be very young.  With the task she’s come here for today, she isn’t sure if she’s glad or… those certain details couldn’t be important to know, could they?

[nightafterlife]

Malcolm moves over to his desk, pushing a desk chair older than he is over towards the girl. He glances down at his papers as he speaks. The desk looks completely disorganized, but he knows roughly where everything should be... he never knows when to expect something like this to come up. 

“Someone who hangs around here?” he asks, looking back at the girl and feeling a little ridiculous for his caution. She couldn’t be more than nine years old, he’s sure... though it isn’t like he’s had much experience with kids. Or any. And, he reminds himself... she’s not an actual little girl. He continues on. 

“...I mean, just so you know... I don’t get involved in any of the sketchy vampire sh-...s-stuff, going on out there. If it’s anything like that, I don’t know anything about it. Not really interested in it.”

What he tells her is partially true. He wants as little to do with what goes on in this city as possible, yes, but he knows plenty. That’s just not information to share with any random vampire who walks in off the street. 

“You get what I’m saying? This is just a nightclub, even if it’s full of bloodsuckers. Hey, actually... the door guy didn’t really just let you in, did he...?”

[punlich]

*me flirting* hey wanna suffer together

[nightafterlife]

Knock knock

Malcolm cracked the door and wondered at the source of the knocking. Until he looked closer to the ground. There he saw the vampire, who looked like a child. And though it would be impossible for him to miss that she was a dead creature the same as him, it felt as if his visitor was a child and so he put out his cigarette.

He had only heard of child vampires before, never seen one, and it was more uncomfortable than he even would have predicted. His mind was flooded with questions about her, and he knew that all the answers could only make him feel sick.

He wished he lived in a world where she didn’t exist. He hoped that it didn’t show on his face. He knew that she shouldn’t be here, and gestured for her to come into his office to get her out of his hallway.

This messy office was clearly where the man was living, complete with a TV and a mattress. It wasn’t any more a place for a kid than the rest of the building. He kicked some stranger’s left behind clothing under his desk.

“You’re looking for someone? Or did the baron send you?”

He doubted the second one was the case… he didn’t trust the baron more than any other vampire, but she wouldn’t work a kid. Or at the very least, send her into his nightclub. It was so conspicuous.

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[nightafterlife]

Rules: post 5-10 songs that you would find in your muse’s song library. Bold any favorites, italicize any songs that hold a personal meaning for them (ex: it makes them feel nostalgic), bold + italicize any guilty pleasure songs/bands.

*note: if your muse doesn’t listen to music, give us a list of what they would like!

 Crickety Rise - Moss Icon

 Can’t Be Saved - Senses Fail

Disintegration - The Cure 

...And a Song for Los Angeles - She Wants Revenge

 Iodine - Jawbox

Strangelove - Depeche Mode

 Drink Deep - Rites of Spring

 Monday - New Order

 Vampires Will Never Hurt You - My Chemical Romance

 Wonderful Life - Hurts

Tagged by: @cursedveil

Tagging: everyone

[nightafterlife]

"God I missed you."

With the silence finally broken, Malcolm rushed towards Vaska to pull him into a hug.

It had been months, and not for even a single day had Vaska left Malcolm’s mind. He couldn’t count how many times he’d almost called, how often he’d worried over Vaska’s safety and happiness. How many moments he’d wanted to know what Vaska thought of some song or band, how often he’d been desperate to see Vaska’s face or hear the way his voice sounded.

Every day, Malcolm more or less found himself wondering how it was possible that life had left him again the moment Vaska did. 

Now he was back in Malcolm’s arms. Still, Malcolm couldn’t allow himself to feel grateful. He managed something like a laugh, then admitted, “I missed you so much I... I hope I missed you more.”

Malcolm pulled away slightly to get a good look at the other man, making no attempt to hide the tears in his eyes. “But when you came in, I thought... you don’t look like you’re here to say ‘hi’. Not to tell me how happy you are somewhere else, right? You- you don’t look happy.”

It broke Malcolm’s heart. He pulled Vaska into another tight hug. He only wanted a life for Vaska, a relationship that wasn’t a dead end, the friends and happiness and career that he should have. But sending him away had done nothing, nothing except bring him back with his eyes looking more hollow and defeated than they had the night they’d parted.

Impulsively Malcolm kissed Vaska, though not without guilt. “Hey, look at me; I love you, I still- you know I will... always. Just... stay with me tonight. Everything is gonna be okay.”

[nightafterlife]

Animal Personality Quiz

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tagging: 

You are a Mole

Mole Characteristics

Observant

Introspective

Pessimistic

It's easy to recognize a mole personality. They have pasty complexions and are usually seen in late night coffee shops, jazz bars or underground clubs. To avoid drawing attention to themselves, they favor dark clothing and sunglasses and are the first people to volunteer for the graveyard shift.

[nightafterlife]

“ You’re one sexy, sexy zombie. “

…Vaska was able to adjust to the fact that he was hooking up with someone clinically dead, that much Malcolm had expected. He hadn’t ever imagined the fact would be so… embraced.

Malcolm had been compared to a zombie many times before, never in a favorable light. His unusual colorless complexion, with skin seeming nearly gray, combined with his sharp features, morose attitude… and the consumption of humans to stay alive…

He never really gave a shit, and so he didn’t have a problem with it here. With a smile and an animalistic grunt, he lurched towards Vaska and grabbed, pinning his arms and spinning him to be trapped against the wall.

His smile had faded. There was something else he’d never imagined now… this was a little hot. Or, a lot hot. Without a word Malcolm grabbed Vaska’s face, initiating a kiss that was nearly ravenous. He lowered his hands and parted to speak.

“I’m going to devour you,” he said in a low voice, resting his hands on Vaska’s pants button. “I want to be your monster, I want to think about nothing except… how fucking hungry I am for you. And that’s what you want too?”

[nightafterlife]

“ My mama always said NEVER take candy from strangers. “

Malcolm smiled and shook his head, pulling something from the candy jar despite Vaska’s ‘protest’. “Oh well. Your mama’s not here.”

Halloween was a busy night at his club, one of the busiest nights of the year considering it’s theme, patrons and music all tended to be decidedly dark. Malcolm decided it would be nice to bring in candy, since… well, Halloween, right? It seemed to be a popular move.

Vaska didn’t move to take the lollipop, prompting Malcolm to unwrap it himself. He moved it closer to Vaska’s mouth until it was pressed against his mouth, pausing before slowly increasing pressure. The candy slid between Vaska’s lips.

Though the lighting was dim, Malcolm stood close enough to catch the sickly sweet scent of artificial grape flavoring. Though it was rare for him to crave any taste anymore, aside from one… he found himself wanting to share and leaned in closer.

[spiridicn-blog]

Halloween Sentence Meme !  🎃

some slightly nsfw !! 

“ I’m turning the lights out now. “ 

“ They’re coming. Get ready. “ 

“ Making out in a graveyard is definitely morally wrong. “ 

“ If I hear the words ‘killer clown’ once more I’m ditching you. “ 

“ You need a damn costume. “ 

“ This is my costume ! “ 

“ Let’s just lie here and read creepy pasta’s for the rest of the night. “ 

“ Spooky spaghetti ? “

“ You look… hot. “ 

“ That’s the shittest pumpkin I’ve ever seen. “

“ HOLY FUCK. “ 

“ You deserved that, asshole. “

“ Wanna go in first ? “ 

“ I knew you’d end up holding my hand. “  

“ Let’s swap. I don’t like these. “ 

“ I don’t wanna go ! “ 

“ You’re fucking with me. “ 

“ I didn’t invite you for a reason. “ 

“ You look pretty when I can’t see your face. “

“ I can’t believe you stole that old lady’s pumpkin. “ 

“ That’s fucking adorable. “ 

“ Put the cat down, it’s not yo- “

“ JESUS FUCK IT BIT ME. “ 

“ I haven’t even turned the lights out yet. “

“ I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts. “ 

“ You’re one sexy, sexy zombie. “ 

“ Did you see that ? What the fuck. “ 

“ Come here. “ 

“ You hear that ?  “ 

“ That was not my dog. “ 

“ Did you leave the door open ? “

“ I’ve never been a fan of the ghost train. “ 

“ Your tights are ripped, loser. “ 

“ If they look at you one more fucking time… “ 

“ I don’t like these woods. “ 

“ My mama always said NEVER take candy from strangers. “ 

[nightafterlife]

( ✉ → sms ) i just need to vent…

Malcolm had little new material to cause frustration, himself, and so hearing Vaska do it was almost nice. He wouldn’t say as much, because that would risk coming off like he enjoyed Vaska’s problems. Of course he didn’t; he often got frustrated on Vaska’s behalf, wanted everything to go well for him.

But having problems, a career, places he wanted to get… Vaska was so fucking alive. He figured Vaska might scoff at that. But to Malcolm, Vaska sometimes felt like the one living, breathing person on the planet, the bright center of a gray world.

Call me. Or better yet, come to therapy, he replied. 

Even if Vaska didn’t sound like he might need a drink, listening to someone’s woes just seemed more right when he was standing behind a bar.

[nightafterlife]

( ✉ → sms ) everything hurts lately

He looked down at his phone for much longer than it took to read the message, running his thumb over the words a few times. Malcolm wanted Vaska to be happy. He wanted desperately for Vaska to get through all the bad shit and arrive at the ‘rest of his life’, the part where things didn’t hurt so much anymore.

I’m sorry. Just remember I’m here for you, he sent.

Malcolm leaned his head against the wall, gripping the phone tightly in his hand. If he was the person Vaska came to when he was hurting, if he was Vaska’s… person…. were things going to get better or worse? Malcolm never meant to get this close to any mortal, or to become… someone Vaska needed.

Malcolm wanted nothing more than to help him, and there was nothing he could do about that now; he loved Vaska completely. He couldn’t help but consider how sick it was that ultimately, loving each other was what would make them both hurt so much worse than they were now. Love was always supposed to heal. 

Are you ok right now? I could come over. get someone else to close up.

Almost immediately after, he added, I’ll come over. I miss you too much. work’s not right without you hanging around 

[memesandthings]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS, PART TWO ! 

Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

wrong/random number texts: 

( ✉ → sms ) found your number written on a wall… should i erase it?

( ✉ → sms ) [random name here]? is this still your number?

( ✉ → sms ) pretty sure you dialed the wrong number, but thanks for the 13 drunk voicemails last night.

( ✉ → sms ) you don’t know me but i’m bored and texting random numbers, so hi!

( ✉ → sms ) you FUCKING asshole, i hope you know how much i hate you!!!

sad texts:

( ✉ → sms ) can you please distract me so i don’t cry in public?

( ✉ → sms ) everything hurts lately

( ✉ → sms ) thanks for trying to cheer me up, but it’s not working.

( ✉ → sms ) what makes you feel better when you’re sad?

( ✉ → sms ) i just need to vent…

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) im not DRUNK waht amkes you thijnk that

( ✉ → sms ) cna you pick me up… and brign some shoess… i cant find mine

( ✉ → sms ) the party was horrible but at least ikm drunk lol

( ✉ → sms ) whyj don’t oyu fuckign miss me????

( ✉ → sms ) all i wnat to do right now is talkk to you

angsty texts:

( ✉ → sms ) please talk to me. please help me make this work.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think we should see each other again.

( ✉ → sms ) when will we admit we’re no good for each other…

( ✉ → sms ) just know i cared about you. i really did.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t think things can ever go back to the way they were between us

misc texts:

( ✉ → sms ) why do you reply so slowwwwwww

( ✉ → sms ) help me choose a pizza topping please

( ✉ → sms ) don’t listen to any of the voicemails i sent last night. i was drunk.

( ✉ → sms ) you haven’t watched my snapchat story all day. what are you up to?????

( ✉ → sms ) i’ve had the same dream about you three times in a row, is that weird?

( ✉ → sms ) why is april fool’s the only day of the year where people critically evaluate news articles before accepting them as true?

( ✉ → sms ) soooo, in your opinion, what are some of my best qualities? i need help writing my tinder bio.

[nightafterlife]

"Oof, Daddy."

Malcolm paused, looking over at Vaska in surprise. He hadn’t even noticed when Vaska approached the counter, busy with cleaning up for the night.

He smiled and continued rolling up his sleeves, actually looking a little flustered by Vaska’s commentary. After a moment he couldn’t help but laugh. “I feel like I’m putting on a show or something now…”

Once Malcolm had carefully rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, he started wiping the counter down, conscious of the fact Vaska was still watching. Finally he stopped short, leaning over the counter and putting his hands on Vaska’s face. 

“You’re so… fucking… distracting. How are either of us getting anything done like this?”

He leaned on the counter and pulled Vaska forward, meeting him halfway across the bar for a kiss.