#detective-drift

[avidhunt]

@detective-drift | starter call

WHAT A DAY. OR NIGHT, Avid supposes. He's sat on the bridge, legs swinging over the ledge, looking down at the rushing water below, just… relishing in the fact that nothing hurts, for once. No pain coursing through his neck, no terror clutching his heart tight. He feels… safe, relatively, for the first time in days. He wants to move, to do something, to get on his feet and go-go-go, but there's not much for him to do right now. A group is out desecrating a beacon. No repairs are being worked on right now.

Avid is on his own, and dreadfully bored. So when he sees Drift coming down the bridge, he leans back and reaches up a hand in a wave, grinning at her, his eyes oddly bright.

“Drift!” He pats the space next to him. “Hey! Come sit for a minute?”

[avidhunt]

@detective-drift | plotted starter

IT'S DARK WHEN AVID finds the energy to find his best friend. To be fair, of course, she only has the energy at night, now, too. He comes to her with head bowed like a guilty dog, a throbbing, warm pain in his neck and the taste of raw meat on his tongue. He comes creeping into their shared house after staying away for most of the day--he'd just sort of wandered aimlessly in the woods, avoiding the rest of the townsfolk, avoiding the rest of the vampires, avoiding all of his shame and fear and guilt that hangs heavy.

When the sun goes down, Avid comes back into town. He skirts around the outer edge, avoiding Cleo and Legs and Pearl, all having a conversation near the center. He slips into the house, door clicking quietly shut behind him.

Tired eyes flick across the room. It's as he left it, early this morning. He's really not tired, now, but he's been up all day. He should go to bed, after he talks to Drift, he…

Gods, he needs to talk to Drift. He clears his throat. “Drift?” Avid calls, “You home?”

[avidhunt]

Drift hesitates, really she should be at home in the manor, resting like the doctor had told her too. No, no instead here she is just watching from afar. Well not that far really, she’s near the door, Avid could probably see her if he looked out of the bars at all.

The detective did end up in just her vest, the cream button up needing repairs enough for her to leave it at the manor. This does mean however that the bandaged wounds are more visible than she would like.

…She really should have stayed home, but Drift can’t just leave him like this. She’s been through worse things really. This- he’s still her friend even if he attacked her and Legundo, he wasn’t exactly fully aware of his actions.

Gods, what is she even meant to say, she couldn’t even look at him when he tried to apologize earlier. That’s pretty messed up of her to do. Maybe….starting with a name is good, see if he’ll even acknowledge her.

“Avid?”

- @detective-drift

He hadn't been sleeping, really, more like... half-dozing, but enough so that Drift calling his name startles him awake, just a bit. Avid glances around, eyes wide, not entirely certain what just got his attention until he spots her face through the bars.

Avid is silent for a long few moments, mouth opening and closing again.

His eyes flick across her face, then down her neck and back up again. He doesn't want to see the damage. He doesn't want to see what he did to her--how bad it could have been. Avid swallows, hugging himself 'round the middle as he sort of leans forward, knees pulling up to his chest again.

"Hi," he finally says, voice all small and pathetic. There are tear-tracks dried on his cheeks. When had he been crying? The last... however many hours it's been have been kind of a blur, dull monotony interrupted on occasion by conversations with people who maybe weren't actually there, but he's not thinking about that, because if he does think about it for too long, he'll start freaking the hell out.

Uh. More than he already has, that is.