@preciouscrextures based on this
IT HAD been centuries since Oliver had lived in the countryside. He’d had no desire to but now there were no other options, for the first time in his immortal existence the male was at a loss what to do. There had certainly been low points over the years but nothing compared to this, where even the thought of meeting yet another day made dread curl in the pit of his stomach. In the end, it had only seemed proper to return to something more like home - to the quietness and mud he was familiar with in his bones. The country air had filled his nostrils for the first time two days previous and yet it had not moved him. Oliver knew, somewhere deep down that if he didn’t find something then he might go through the same thing that other vampires whispered about. Only he might never claw his way back through the dirt like so many of the stories. If only he could find the motivation to fight it - though how he expected to find country life more engaging than in the city was another thing entirely. With the sun, Oliver stepped out into the world again - rather, he dragged himself into it. Already the male could feel the eyes of the local’s set on him and for a rather unproud moment, the vampire toyed with the idea of retreating but for some reason, his feet kept going. Maybe, he thought, I am walking to my end. Perhaps today will be the day.
