@wordbound || Musical headcanons
While Your Lips Are Still Red - Nightwish
Kiss while your lips are still red
While he's still silent
Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind
Love while the night still hides the withering dawn
First day of love never comes back
A passionate hour's never a wasted one
The violin, the poet's hand
Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
Everett was never certain why William turned him- he was a quiet historian, and the Roaring Twenties boasted more interesting, and more attractive people than one bespectacled man obsessed with the Regency Era.
Their meeting was more accidental than anything in the first place; one of the infamous drag balls had been broken up by the police, and William had fled the scene before he could be arrested. He was laughing, and Everett will never forget the way he looked racing down the dark London street in a billowing red velvet dress. The fact he was laughing at all, like he didn’t care about it was memorable.
William was easy to be taken in by though, he was charming, and flirtatious, (Even now, Everett would say that he was the most attractive person he had met up until that point. In the past century, he’s met others who may edge his sire out, but there was something to be said for the sidhe having an unfair advantage). And what had started as an accidental run in, became an... exciting night to say the least.
William always liked humans; they were warm and alive in a way that vampires weren’t, and he had always enjoyed wine, and art, and the beautiful, fine things in life that even after years of travelling with William, Everett never quite understood.
They’re mostly settled now; Everett is content to stay in London and work at the museum, and every so often William will come back to the city and they’ll have a few days, before William sets off for somewhere new. It’s nothing like the first whirlwind night in October 1929, but that still makes for a good memory if Everett is honest. (Even if the week right after was... less than ideal).
