Oct 8, 2015
cowardlyvampire replied to your post:[ WHY ARE THERE NO GOOD SONGS FOR STRONG AROMANTIC...
(“We’re Going to Be Friends”-The White Stripes)
[ Super close friendship with benefits. Cute song though! ]
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cowardlyvampire replied to your post:[ WHY ARE THERE NO GOOD SONGS FOR STRONG AROMANTIC...
(“We’re Going to Be Friends”-The White Stripes)
[ Super close friendship with benefits. Cute song though! ]
(Bran, Hekate, and Rhiannon. )
Mythology Askscowardlyvampire
Bran: How is your health?
"Eh, peachy. I'd go into detail but its boring and its also none of your concern, tuna melt." Rhi said bluntly with a shrug. At least she was honest for once.
Hekate: Have you ever tried to communicate with the dead?
"I can't say I haven't played around with a Ouija board, but nothing happened." Rhi was getting ready to move onto the next question, until something went off in her brain. "Actually, in a way I tried too. I mean if you count trying to bring back your dead best friend by splicing their DNA with animal genes."
Rhiannon: Have you ever been betrayed?
Now this one made her chuckle, which then in turn merged into a snicker. "What do you know, my name and the question go hand in hand. Yeah, I've been betrayed countless times. But I have also acquired a taste for fucking over people myself if I have to play that card."
On the kitchen counter were two plainly wrapped boxes. The larger one had "The Happiest of Valentine's Day to Miss Sparrow" written on a card with the most extraordinary of cursive. Inside was a heart-shaped box filled with an assortment of imported handmade candies. Beneath the box of candies was a grey bat plush with its wings wrapped snuggly around it. The feet came with Velcro so the toy bat to be hung on doorknobs, in closets, etc.
The second box, though smaller, still had the same amount of care devoted to it. The inner contents of the box was a heart-shaped box filled with the finest of Swedish chocolates and a pair of tickets to Boston Symphony Orchestra (balcony seats). The contents of the note, however, were quite more personal than Sparrow's:
"Dearest Honey,
I have cherished the very moment we have met. You have taught this old man that there is hope for the future generations and your perseverance is nothing short of inspiring. You are a dear, dear friend to me and it is such a pleasure that I was able to make acquaintances with your daughter. I feel positive she will grow up to make a positive impact on this hostile world.
I realize these past couple months have been difficult for you and I feel as if half of it has been my fault due to...unsavoury people from my past. It was never my intention for you or her to meet and I dearly hope that it shan't be repeated. I wish to protect both you and Sparrow be it a day, a month, or however long you will allow me to do so. Please let me prove to you that chivalry is not a dying art.
Sincerely, Brian Gossamer"
Sparrow screeches at the bat. Holding it against her chest as she speeds away to introduce him to her other toys. She pays the candy no mind, but will not forget about it- that's for later. BAT!
Honey sits in silence, reading the letter slowly. Her lips move as she pieces out the words, cursive is not her strong suit and the letter is long but with each sentence a slow smile appears on her lips. She looks over the note, over and over, her eyes welling up with slowly as she chews on her lip.
She'd find him a thousand more packs of blood if she can figure it out.
She tucks the tickets away safe and sound and sniffs, "Oh, Brian."
A curious meeting | Susan & Brian
Susan had had an altogether tiring day. Not only had that stupid raven, Quoth, shown up again (and several times, I might add) after she had quite sternly shooed him away yesterday, but he had come back today and brought Death of Rats with him. After finally chasing them out of her home she stepped out into the night air. She did not need this, not now. After all she was mostly human anyway. She just wanted to live a normal human life. Go to her job as a schoolteacher, though she did tend to use her, um, abilities, to help the children learn, and then at the end of the day turn in with a good book and a cup of tea. Possibly a good stiff drink if the evening called for it. In any case she had just been running around helping her grandfather out what just seemed like yesterday anyway.
Susan walked briskly through the crisp night air making her way towards Biers, largely considered to be one of the seedier bars in Ankh-Morpork. It was really the only place that Susan could have a nice quiet drink. She walked briskly down the streets, nodding a hello to one of the tooth fairy's girls as she slowly descended down a ladder in front of her. She smiled as the young woman looked at her in shock and continued on her way.
She entered Biers to some hairy eyeballs. Literally in a few cases. Igor just looked up and nodded. She sat down at the bar and ordered a clear beverage. At Igor's bar, that was always best. A werewolf at the end of the bar snarled at her and she returned his snarl with a withering look. He returned to his drink. She thanked Igor for the drink and sipped on it carefully, pausing to look up for a moment as someone sat down beside her. She smiled at the stranger and returned to her drink.
((I know I have drafts to do))
((But I am in pain and woozy from lack of sleep and constant vigilance all day. I will get to things when I am less banana.
I mean incoherent.))
Knock Knock!
16. My character walking in on yours making a shady transaction.
He watched curiously from afar, his eyes narrowed as he watched the two silhouettes having a hushed conversation. Neither of them looked like drug dealers—or shady people in general. And trust me, Ed knew what a drug dealer looked like. Maybe they weren’t exchanging drugs, either. But now he was curious, because they were exchanging something that wasn’t supposed to be seen.
Without any regards for boundaries or his own safety (hell, he was a vampire, he assumed he was invincible or something) , he approached the one who had just sold something to the other guy—who was now long gone. “What was that?” If it were drugs he might as well buy some, too, right?
Inquiring Minds
12:56.
Chalenna Aurelia sits at a table in the small cafe/bookstore, a tome without a cover in her hands. Her eyes scan the pages, though to say she was reading it might be a bit much.
She'd booked the cafe out for the next hour and a half. Paid quite amply for it - had asked the owner to quote how much revenue they thought they'd lose to the closure, then offered them double that.
12:57.
Two cups of tea sit on the table, kept heated by occasional, subtle gestures, only half paying attention to them. Lick finger, turn page.
She's got a guard on the door, though one subtle enough at blending in she won't be obvious unless you watch for a while. And with luck, that won't be possible.
They arrived 5 minutes ago, and aren't expecting to stay for as long as she'd booked.
12:58.
She folds the book closed, settling back in her chair, back to the corner, and watches the door.