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“Are you in some kind of trouble?”

The Alchemist’s fingers were tapping a noticeable beat on the surface of the table. The sound of drums - the beating of two hearts - just like their father the Master. One might call it fate, someone else might call it a sick punishment.

“I suppose you could call it that…”

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He found all types down here in the nightclub, some worse than others. It was a great place to pick up dinner...

But this one seemed different than all the rest, definitely off the menu.

“Anything I can do?” John wondered, having invited himself to their table.

#supercoloursupervision #{ out of this world }#{ Alchemist }

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“When have I ever steered you wrong?”

myf4ngsaresharp

“Oh, I dunno.. How ‘bout the time you brought home that bloody werewolf? Or when you decided to get us nearly killed with that all nighter that lasted ‘til sunrise? No wait, I’ve got a better one.. Actually I’ve got a baker’s dozen or so up me sleeves, you convinced yet or d’ya wanna hear more?”

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John smiled to himself, making Spike upset was kind of a hobby at this point but he knew the younger vampire would always go along with anything John suggested. Even if only to keep John out of trouble..

“Since when did you turn into Angel?” John teased him with a gentle poke to the chest. “C’mon, let’s go. If we hurry we can even try to sneak backstage!”

It had been a long time since he’d been to a music festival and there was one happening all weekend, it was ongoing right through the night so he wanted to take full advantage.

“Unless you’ve... got a date or something?” John looked behind Spike, as if expecting someone to come knocking on the front door.

#myf4ngsaresharp #{ fangs for the memories )#{ Spike }

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“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for someone like you?”

rosenundraben

“Quite some time, from the look of it when I first saw you.” Mel chuckled a little while John was still recovering on her bed, meanwhile waking up from her sleep on the couch. Although physically he now looked like a young man, he still had a lot of therapy to go through. “How are you feeling, by the way?”

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“I shall have to thank you someday.”

John had no idea right now just what he would do to show Mel his appreciation for her saving his life but he planned to make it memorable. While he had not been ready for such copious amounts of pain to wrack his entire body to the point of it shaking, he would have willingly went through it all over again. John was not ready to die. Not yet.

“Better than I did yesterday.” John propped himself up and reclined onto the pillows. He knew she could only give him small amounts of blood to get his body used to feeding again but he would always try to con her into giving him just a little bit more.

“..and I’m starving.”

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“You’ve just fed two hours ago, John!”

Mel laughed, playfully scolding him. “It’d be kind of pointless if I gave you a bigger meal and your body rejected it.” This isn’t to say that she wouldn’t allow John to feed more, however, she had seen these cases before, albeit not quite as severe as John’s. “Besides, you’ve already made a lot of progress, and we wouldn’t want you to miss out on physical therapy, now would we?”

Miriam had been on the run from the Knights of The Elder’s Oath for so long, that it would really be only a matter of time before Mel would find a case of demi-demon venom poisoning. What saddened Mel about it was it was Miriam’s own husband that she’d find.

“I’d be more than happy to provide anything else, though. Like… let’s say an instrument?” She smirked, hoping to distract John’s hunger for a while by appealing to his more creative and musical side.

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“Two hours?” John spoke as if he were surprised. “I’m doomed..”

He dramatically sank down into the pillows, one arm across his forehead.

Though he did peek out upon mention of being provided with something he hadn’t held, let alone seen, in many years. Slowly he sat himself up once more, a hard swallow and he was ready to ask.

“Do you have a cello?” He wondered, the glimmer in his eyes replacing the cheek that had been there a moment earlier.

#rosenundraben #{ eye of the beholder }#{John & Mel }

patrickkramerpaintings-deactiva

“Phototroph”, oil on canvas, 36 x 26 in.

fluffygif

Just storm in a Canada

armthearmour

An exceedingly rare Flat-top Great Helm, Holy Roman Empire, 1251-1300, housed at the Germanisches Historisches Museum.

mynocturnality

Lom Stave Church, Norway.

| Artist: Helena

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“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for someone like you?”

rosenundraben

“Quite some time, from the look of it when I first saw you.” Mel chuckled a little while John was still recovering on her bed, meanwhile waking up from her sleep on the couch. Although physically he now looked like a young man, he still had a lot of therapy to go through. “How are you feeling, by the way?”

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“I shall have to thank you someday.”

John had no idea right now just what he would do to show Mel his appreciation for her saving his life but he planned to make it memorable. While he had not been ready for such copious amounts of pain to wrack his entire body to the point of it shaking, he would have willingly went through it all over again. John was not ready to die. Not yet.

“Better than I did yesterday.” John propped himself up and reclined onto the pillows. He knew she could only give him small amounts of blood to get his body used to feeding again but he would always try to con her into giving him just a little bit more.

“..and I’m starving.”

#rosenundraben #{ Eye of the Beholder }#{John & Mel }

“Are you in some kind of trouble?”

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“You’ve been keeping a secret from me.”

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“I won’t give you my trust. You have to earn it.”

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“There’s someone outside watching the house.”

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“When have I ever steered you wrong?”

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