Miss Fortune || Alexei & Sabre
osabre:
Flicking his tongue against the back of an extended fang, Sabre fought to contain a smile with Alexei’s queries. Self-effacing was not how one would generally describe the vampire, so the fact that he played coy, acting humble was made all the more amusing. He wasn’t a good person by any stretch of the imagination, but the angel had a tendency for seeing the best in others. “Of course you’re good company. Would I be sitting with you if you weren’t? You know me better than that, Alexei.”
Smiling, the vampire ran the tip of an index finger slowly around the rim of his glass, following the motion with his eyes and humming softly in thought. “You’re acquainted with him though, and that’s enough to send the cops to your door if he turns up… missing. Or dead. How does one turn up missing?” he mused, almost to himself as a chuckle rumbled from deep in his chest. It was an expression he’d never fully understood, but one that was used regularly by the folks living in Bright Haven where people often failed to return home. Anyone would think there was something sinister going on in the town. Smirking, Sabre picked up his glass and took a quick swig of the deep amber liquid within.
“Oh shut up,” the vampire chided gently, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, lessening the heat behind the admonishment. “I’m just sort of used to waking up and everything’s changed. People are gone, places ain’t the same and I’m sorta on my own… used to it, now,” he said, by way of explanation. “And I’m buying you alcohol, am I not?” he joked, chuckling with the words. Alexei seemed fairly content with being alone and without a lover, but it seemed the angel yearned to feel the sensation of falling in love. The complete opposite of how Sabre used to be. The vampire spent most of his life detesting the thought, figuring it made him weak, and for a time he was sure he was actually incapable of said emotion. Shrugging, he flicked his gaze to Alexei’s and hefted his tumbler from the table once again. “Yeah, it feels nice. Terrifying though, but nice all the same. I think it’s selling your soul… if you have one. It feels similar. Like your entire being depends on that person just… existing. It’s intense. And now that I’m not hiding or chasing away douche-y dates, I’m trying to get back to work. What about you?”
"Well, you could be sitting with me for other reasons too,” Alexei countered with a small shrug. “I wouldn’t say it always has to do with being good company. Maybe you just wanted to get me drunk so you could take me back and take advantage of me. I wouldn’t know. You could’ve changed in the time since I last saw you,” the angel teased.
The surgeon tilted his head to the side before his lips curled up in a small smile. “Oh, now you definitely sound like you’re worried about me. I don’t think I’m that well associated with him for the police to come knocking on my door. But even so, it’s not like I was the one who did anything, so it’s fine. Trust me, I’d really rather not be around him anymore.” Looking down at his glass, Alexei furrowed his brows, deep in thought.
Alexei hummed gently before drumming his fingers against the table. “Oh... But...” The surgeon frowned, wondering what it would be like if he woke up and everyone was gone one day. Even Wren. That thought disturbed him. “...Doesn’t it get lonely though? Thinking like that? I don’t know if I can really imagine life without people important to me close by...” The angel glanced away sheepishly before shyly drinking from his glass again. “I suppose that’s true. What, so it’s my turn to pay?” he chuckled.
“Hrm... But it doesn’t seem... awful. A lot, but not terrible. But maybe I’m too naive?” The surgeon hummed softly before shaking his head. “I should stop thinking about this. I’ve got other things to do. I also have to do some work, and take care of my little one. That’s enough,” he mused. “Tell me that’s enough?”