#interaction: daisy.

[earnyccrstripes]

  maxwell harvey, king of loud noises. and rushing through his life in points of crisis. ( he’s officially a disaster. ) zeus is dead, whatever that means, and he’s running around the city trying to make head or tail of it. well, actually not running, which would be the problem. he’s trying to get back into his apartment, for some reason oddly calm at the death of a god ( maybe that was shock or the fact he was becoming desensitised ), when he’s managed to trip over everything humanely possible. and then, just as he was getting his keys out, he manages to drop them down the gutter grate. ( yes, he’s definitely in shock. because this seems like his biggest issue. ) hands coming up to his head in a cringe as he glances down the grate. “ that’s not good. ” kneeling down, fingers going to press to it. “ shit. ”  he can see the glint when the lights hit them, eyes turning up at the sound of footsteps, “ you’re gonna think i’m an idiot. ” of course. // @daisy-lancaster

[earnyccrstripes]

  pros of the vampire experience included hopping between his apartment and the magical school he had to attend to avoid killing people, only being able to go back to said apartment in the middle of the night lest he wanted to be burnt to a crisp in the sun and ... the fact he was pretty sure  daisy was going to kill him. again. ( which, by the way, he would’ve entirely deserved. ) his keys setting in the door lock, feeling foreign as he stepped back into the apartment, the tip of his sneakers touching the tip of the blood stain by the door. shutting the door behind him, trying to silence it as it set on the latch. making his way over through the living room, and then the kitchen, looking for any sign of well daisy. it looked clean, or as clean as he’d left it, and so he ventured back into the bedroom. an exhausted sigh passing his lips before his hands stretched up over his head, “ it’s ME! ” called out when there’s suddenly a figure in the darkness, his jacket caught over his arms where he put his hands up. // @daisy-lancaster

[earnyccrstripes]

  the truth’ll come back to haunt you. he always thought that was told to scare children into telling the truth. to make them think about their actions, to make them realise that if they lied about a shitty grade or taking a cookie before dinner, their parents would know. some grand moral agent would know. it had scared him anyway, but now it was real. he’d eventually gotten irritated with the letters pooling at his feet, the hood of his jacket, as he walked. and he’d picked one of them as it fell. and he’d read it. he knew he shouldn’t. that his very decision meant that everyone he’d written too had probably done the same thing. but he’d done so anyway. he hadn’t stopped at daisy’s name, and he hadn’t stopped at her confessions. he felt dirty afterwards, like he’d invaded her privacy. but he thinks that’s just a very convincing disguise for his guilt. it’s the first time he doesn’t fear someone who’s killed.  because daisy isn’t the monster. not even if she thinks she is. because she’s killed and that’s on his hands. this is his fault. her turning, her killing, her fearing herself. no, daisy isn’t the monster. he is. and as soon as she reads his letter, she’s going to know exactly why. the process just happens to be accelerated. he’s predictable, so he goes to the spot she showed him in the woods. if his life is going to implode, when she rejects him in every way possible, he at least wants a shred of his dignity left.  ( because everything else seems stripped away. ) @daisy-lancaster

[earnyccrstripes]

  he doesn’t think he’s ever been as grateful to set foot in the er in his life. the details on how he got there are blurry, just flashes. he threatened to pass out, and then he got out, and then he threatened to puke. and then he did. ( and that’s when he passed out. ) he only knows he wakes up to light that’s just a little too bright, makes his eyes squint on first catch of it. he then realises that his mouth is dry, and his throat is rough, and he aches everywhere. he shifts his arm to find it in a cast, with an iv in his other hand. it takes him a few more moments to open his eyes, turn his head on the pillow. and that’s what stirs him to further consciousness. “ daisy? ” he isn’t sure if he’s high on all the pain meds he’s certain are coming through that iv, or if he’s just still asleep. his voice is rough, and it makes him clear his throat. “ i have like a super good explanation for this. ” he’s still not quite himself, but he’s far more there than he was - well, he doesn’t know how long ago. “ but do you have any water? ” // @daisy-lancaster

[earnyccrstripes]

  there isn’t any metric for the profoundly fucked up day he’s having. he fed on the girl his brother - who he’s not speaking to, by the way - is clearly all in on. he’d almost lost control on said girl because he had, oh yeah, died and then re-animated after he’d chugged down enough of a cocktail of blood and magic to be a viable candidate. and then there was the whole murdering his first victim leaving him somewhat cold and confused and trying to return to ‘ normal ’ life in whatever fragmented way he could ... thing. the blood stain he couldn’t scrub out of the floorboards, the undoubtedly very confused landlord, the numerous felonies committed in his apartment and ... daisy. that brought to light the he could’ve picked up a phone issue. those exist, and shocker, he has one. daisy’s on speed dial. he’s just lucky that there’s only so many places his eyes could fall. “ you’re here. ” way to go on the greeting, maxwell. he’d found her by chance but maybe by some last ditch attempt to preserve this night.

  “ and you are the literal definition of a sight for sore eyes. ” walking up to her, at least confident that he could be around her now. he wasn’t hungry anymore, he could control himself. ( until the next time. ) going to wrap his arms around her shoulders, a rare show of affection publicly and without restraint. he’s just going to put that down to how intense everything feels. “ i missed you. ” and i have to tell you something you won’t like. // @daisy-lancaster