Strings and Things || Valturze & Cecil
“I cannot believe I let you convince me to do this.” Heavy boots crunched in fallen leaves and warm breath showed in cool evening air, Inx’s broad shoulders slumped as he tried his best to avoid looking down at his ring finger. “I’m telling you, it could totally be a fluke, Darling, my sight of strings is still shoddy and- and when have we ever taken Tarrence’s word on anything?” He moaned, coming to a stop in front of a small apartment complex with a sigh. He’d denied the presence of the second strand tied to his ring finger for a long time. He’d ignored it when he first discovered it, and ignored it even further when Val seemed to have an identical one, especially when it led to a perpetually tired, twenty-something who spent his working hours talking to dead people and feeding those dead people to other dead people.
So it was safe to say, that this October evening, was rife with Inx’s special brand of denial, even as he jimmied the lock on the apartment complex and held the door for Val. The interior was clean, if not small, but this wasn’t their destination, the apartment on the second floor however, was. He climbed the stairs and walked to the door, hand pausing by the doorknob and fingers twitching.
“Val really, we should just go home, I mean, I’m straight I don’t know what this thing is thinking-” he pauses, gesturing to a strand of red in his vision that only he can see. “But it’s wrong. We should just go home and watch a bad horror movie, or something.” The zombie insisted, but with a short glare from Val, he resigned to picking this lock as well, and stepped inside. “Well, it looks exactly like I expected a 25 year old Reaper halfling’s house to look; a veritable disaster area.”
The apartment was messy, covered in dirty laundry and magazines, a TV playing Science-Fiction theatre in the next room. Inx sighed, shaking his head. “You know Anael was just as messy, must run in the family. Valtur-Valturze do not go in there and wake him up!” he whispered harshly, frowning at the Vampire as she walked toward the bedroom.
“Kinda hard to wake me up when I’ve been awake, sitting on this counter in one sock and my boxers ever since you guys walked in. I thought I was being robbed. You guys aren’t here to eat me, are you?” A voice questioned, Cecil spooning cocoa puffs into his mouth and staring at the pair with a slight frown, bags under his eyes and green lantern boxers crumpled from tossing and turning. “But I don’t keep any dead people parts here, I’m off work and uh, not a serial murderer. Normal people knock, by the way. It’s like, nine at night, guys, what are you doing in my living room?”
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