#berndhampir

[chikainochuu]

{ @berndhampir​ ☆ }

The area seemed so familiar now, especially since Gon had mapped everything the vicinity could provide for him. He knew almost every turn, and still liked to look under every rock for something new.

And, returning to look for something old too--

He followed a trail that had long been dead. “Have you heard of a vampire around these areas?” The myths seemed to effectively be dying out, the stories of Ange’s attacks only legends by now. Gon felt a certain pride welling in him. Certainly, Ber had done well.

When Gon thought certainly it would be too hard to find Ber by now-- and perhaps, he wasn’t even in the area; perhaps Ber had made it to another country, and the possibility remained he could have crossed universal borders too-- he caught a clue. A town with an odd pair staying in one of the inns.

So, without any second thought, Gon went to the inn door and knocked on it, waiting with a smile.

[chikainochuu]

{ berndhampir ☆ }

“Are you going to Scarborough Fair?”

Gon sang softly as he sketched on the notebook in his lap, leaning in the shade of the tree, leaning close to the paper to see in contrast to the bright sunshine. Pencil to paper in a soft rhythm as Gon muttered the slow ballad.

“Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme~”

He hadn’t noticed that Ber seemed to stop his movements, Looking at Gon with an odd curiosity. Gon paid no mind, focusing on the drawing of the girl, rather messily scrawled out.

“Remember me to one who lives there--”

He pulled back to look at it, pausing his singing for a second before smiling and resuming, adding finishing touches. He seemed pretty satisfied with how it looked. Gon finished by scrawling a name by the figure he drew, finally leaning back and examining his art. 

“She once was a true love of mine.“

Gon smiled. He’d show this to Cynthia later, the girl he found in the old hideout. Surely, it was difficult for him to work without a live reference (could you even call her live?) but he’d gotten better at memorizing appearances and taking them down on paper due to his adopted job of finding new animal species and recording them.

Gon looked up and finally noticed that Ber had been staring at him. He grinned. “Do you want to see?” He asked, motioning to the notebook in his lap.

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“Ber.”

The boy was tossing and turning in his sleep, tensing and growling. He’d been sleeptalking enough to rouse Gon, and Gon stared at the figure.

“Have to... kill...”

Night terrors. He wasn’t quite unfamiliar with them, and if his words were any sort of testament to what he was dreaming of, it was probably Ange.

“Have to...”

A plague of what he felt was his duty haunting him in his dreams. There was no helping it. Gon leaned over to lightly shake Ber. “Hey, Ber, wake up...”

“You don’t--...!” His breathing was harder now and Gon’s face scrunched with concern. Gon shook him a little more.

“Ber! Wake up!”

[chikainochuu]

berndhampir ||

An odd hideout, all run-down, in the middle of the woods.

Gon looked up to the sky, finding that the bright blue was steadily becoming a mix of a subtle warm rainbow, orange painting the horizon. The sun would set soon, and the safest option would to make camp for the night. Conveniently, the small shelter was there, and he thought perhaps that it was long abandoned so there would be no harm in a little bit of breaking and entering.

The door was nailed shut, and the windows were boarded up. Altogether, it was curious. It looked like someone tried very hard to keep someone out.. or keep something in, or both.

He walked around the side, freezing upon finding the presence of a blue-haired boy in a cloak, sitting by the well. He hadn’t heard a sound from the other.

“Hello?” Gon spoke up to catch the boy’s attention.