A really rough doodle for Day 1 of @wayhavenmonthly ‘s March prompt list. Mason doesn’t pay compliments often but the Detective thrives on praise, God help them...
(I didn’t feel like doing day 2 lmao...yaboi is busyyyy rn)
“Soooo, you and Mason?” Felix nudged the Detective and wiggled his brows, eyes gleaming. The Detective let out an embarrassed, but genuine laugh.
“Yeah yeah...you wish.” He retaliated, poking his tongue out at his friend.
The two continued on, silent for a breath, before Nick added:
“Besides, it would never work...”
Felix looked up suddenly, his gaze urging the Detective to elaborate.
“He doesn’t like music!”
Felix let out a sigh of relief, the Detective’s exclamation was far more trivial than he was expecting.
“Like, I totally understand. But dude, I am ALWAYS playing music.” Nick laughed and shook his head, but his companion couldn’t help but notice the splash of red that had slowly spread across his cheeks.
Yet another ‘quietly-pining-Mason’ drabble because I’m predictable (I skipped day 8 coz it hella stumped me lol)
Mason had not fully expected the Detective to prefer the night-time as he did, but ever since their conversation on the rooftop that one night, he had become far more aware of it. For one thing, the Detective was not a fan of warm weather. He was always one of the first to complain on particularly hot, sunny days, but would rarely comment when he was clearly cold. He wore a specific squint-frown when beams of sunlight usually made others smile.
But Mason noticed how his eyes sparkled at dusk, entranced by the sun painting the sky in all manner of colours as it dropped below the horizon. He loved to let his dark coils of hair fall around his shoulders, like a shawl, when the sun was no longer there making it too hot to do so.
On one occasion, he heard Rebecca’s son talking excitedly with Nat and Felix about going camping, of all things, telling them that there was nothing like seeing a sky full of stars and falling asleep to the sounds of nature. He apparently really wanted to go with them sometime. Mason could not deny it was a trifle endearing.
More Mason x Detective drabbling because I am boring :)
“So that’s why I always like helping Nat with research.”
Felix giggled, “Because you’re a nerd?” he teased.
The Detective sighed, “Sure. If that’s what you want to call me. I can’t exactly say you’re wrong…”
The two chuckled, before the hairs on the back of the Detective’s neck raised slightly. On instinct, he spun around to face Mason. His large form took up almost as much space as Felix and Nick combined as he loomed near the entrance of the room.
“Hello, Mason!” Felix beamed, waving one arm enthusiastically. “We were just talking about one of the Detective’s nerdy hobbies!”
The Detective’s face went rosy in response, he took a self-conscious step back from the vampires, not meeting their eyes. Not that he had to do so to feel Mason’s hungry gaze fixed on him.
“Oh?” Mason hummed, “And what may that be?”
Detective Nick frowned, about to speak when Felix responded: “He’s a history nerd! Y’know…researching boring old dead people and stuff, loves it.”
Nick let out a deep sigh, releasing a breath that had been held since the larger vampire had entered.
Mason stepped forward, grinning down at the Detective. “I know something you could research.” He breathed, causing the flustered detective to almost topple over. Mason snickered softly, clearly amused by how bashful Nick could get in his presence.
Felix watched on with raised brows as Mason left the room with a “Later, handsome.”
As they walked back to the Detective’s apartment, Mason, as usual, was studying every detail of him with his intense grey eyes. Only instead of his typical smirk, Mason’s expression could almost pass for concern.
The Detective was practically falling asleep on his feet, dark lashes fluttering ever so delicately over his eyes, fighting to stay open. It was such a small movement, easy to miss, even the slight dragging of his feet wasn’t new - Rebecca’s son always had a bit of a clumsy gait. Mason wondered if the others had even noticed how exhausted the Detective seemed, or if it was something he actively tried to hide.
Detective C blinked suddenly and met his gaze, expression unreadable. Mason looked away quickly. For once he wanted the shorter man in bed for its intended purpose of sleep, but he wasn’t about to let anyone know that.
