You got me..could you write Pyro x martyn (vampires smp)
A Martyn x Pyro!
Coming up with something for thsi took me ages man, hope you enjoy it either way!
A little note for the timeline: This is before Pyro is turned :] Do with that what you will ;]
Warnings:
-mild internalised homophobia
[551 words]
This place is a mess.
The fact that Martyn of all people thinks so should really be a sign as to how bad it is. Not that he'll let anyone know of that of course. These people don’t know him after all and he can't let them think lesser of him so soon- something about new beginnings.
Still, someone should definitely repair those walls that sit around town like a car tire, less some creature from the woods comes in and eats all the animals. He's pretty sure someone said something about the wolfs migrating this time of year and really, Martyn would prefer not to have to deal with something like that.
"You good Mr Littlewood? You've been staring at those ruins for quite a while."
Martyn turns to come face to face with the scholar (what was his name again? something with a P?) who's standing a little to close for comfort. Martyn can't help but back away from the guy, they shouldn't be standing so close to each other. Not that anyone get the wrong idea. He clears his throat, making sure to get the "rich boy" voice on.
"I'm fine gentleman." He says, wishing in the air, "I do believe that the walls around this place need a little overhaul, don’t you think?"
The scholar (Piston? Pepper? Pythor? some pompous rich guy name) raises an eyebrow and Martyn notices not for the first time how blue their eyes are. They remind him a little of the lake back home - the one he'd always get water from. Their hair is pulled into a low ponytail, strands flying out of it and hanging half way in it. Geez. The guy can't even tie their hair back properly huh?
Martyn feels his fingers twitch with the urge to move the strands out of the way and behind the guys ear. The thought takes him so off guard, he almost misses the others next words.
"Yeah, probably. I think Owen said the wolfs were migrating this time of year so they might pass through town if we don't do something about that."
Smart is he, Martyn has to give him that. With the way his tounge sticks out of his mouth, a new hair strand falling in front of his vibrant eyes, Martyn thinks he almost looks pretty too.
He looks away as quick as he can, grabbing the tilt of his sword a little harder.
New beginnings Martyn. Can't think like that. New beginnings.
"Well I think i'm gonna do that." Martyn answers, once he remembers that he probably should say something, "You gonna help?"
He catches Pyro (that's their name) blink out of the corner of his eye. "Oh no, I already promised Owen and Scott that I would go exploring with them." They admit, one hand coming up to move the strands out of their face while looking away from Martyn entirely, covering a little while doing so. "Sorry."
"All good dude." Is all Martyn can say before Pyro has already left.
Strange. He didn't seem in any hurry earlier.
Oh well, Martyn has a wall to build. Maybe he can rope that gentleman with the glasses into helping him. And if he thinks of vibrant eyes while doing so, he'll just ignore it like he always does.
One Pearl & Pyro! This kinda ran away from me so like half of this is mostly Pearl...oops. Hope that's okay!
Warnings: graphic depictions of violence, blood
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The bubbles leave a weird prickly feeling on Pearls skin as she shoots up the water column of the crypt. It's a feeling she's grown accustomed to, in the short time that she has stayed in Oakhurst. What she has also grown used to is the fact that once she has left the water column and her boots have met the mossy forest ground, she is entirely dry. How exactly it works she has no idea but she doesn’t particularly care to find out. Looking up, she is greeted by the canopy of thick grey leaves of the dead forest. Dark orange light seeps through them, marking the evening hours.
Pearl should probably go back now. Who knows when the vampires will come out of their little castle and roam the woods. She'd rather not get her hands dirty tonight, that's for sure. Securing her stachel bag with the tomb book she'd found and the wood she had collected earlier, she marches down the hill, in the direction of town.
The pale moss beneath her boots is wet and Pearl has to step carefully to ensure that she doesn’t sink into the ground to far. She leaps over black thorned flowers and jumps off of steep rocks, used to the messy textures of the ground she walks on. The sun has almost entirely gone down by the time she arrives at the edge between the dead woods and the more usual dark oak forest, Oakhursts red moon replacing it.
Pearl hums, staring up trough the holes between the trees at the supernatural moon. It is truly nothing like anything she'd seen before, not back home or in any of the many places she has traveled to.
crack
On instinct her hand grabs the hilt of the silver sword at her hip, her eyes darting past mushrooms and tall green grass. The dead woods were, well, dead, no animal or mob dared to step through them and from what Pearl had gathered no living creature dared to come close to the border of the two woods.
Almost no living creature was.
A Townsfolk wouldve made themselves known by now.
Her ears perked, eyes back to looking at the moon, making sure that whatever was stepping through these woods would not pick up on her having noticed them. Leaves rustled to her right, the earth bending beneath invisible feet.
Leaves kept rustling, becoming louder with each passing second, moving towards her. A slow and careful approach.
Not Scott.
The steps were careful, quite and light. Used to steady and safe walking grounds.
Not Owen.
Pearl allowed herself a sniff. Rain still hung in the air aswell as a bit of the lily on the valley flowers that grew in the forest, but no unnatural smells, no perfume.
Not Shelby.
Another step. More leaves rustling. A look and Pearl could see where the earth was indented, far too close to her. But close to a tree too. She's turned around within seconds, grabbing into seeming nothingness and catching a coat. Pearl drew her sword and pressed forward. Before she knew it the figure was pressed between the harsh wood of the tree and the Pearls blade, leaving them not only in Pearls direct vision but also finally turning visible at the threat.
"Woah! Woah! No need for the sword!"
Pyro.
"You sure about that?" She asked, scanning his changed look, "Why are you sneaking around here huh?"
His hair is white. It definitely wasn't white before. He is still wearing that brown coat and tunic that look like they’ve been drenched and then not dried properly, though now accompanied by a gold cross necklace. His eyes are still an off red, sclera so dark they almost look black in the dark light of the night.
"I wasn't…sneaking around…just having a stroll."
Pearl huffs and presses closer, her blade digging into the vampires neck. They hiss, as though the wound won't disappear within the next hour.
"Sure…and that's why you were invisible."
They glare at her, probably trying to intimidate. It doesn't work, glares have never worked on her. She's had a stare down with a jaw full of razor sharp teeth. A glare is nothing.
Pearl presses even further and she can see red start to drip across her blade in the middle, right where it's held to the vampires adam's apple. The sides would properly draw blood too, but the gold chain lays there instead.
"Looks like you've got a little lucky necklace…" She speaks, eyes darting from the others face, landing on the gold before darting back up again to meet his eyes. What she finds is him looking away from her, lips held tight. "Aww did your sire give you that?" Her tone is mocking, but the vampire barely moves. His eyes shoot up to meet hers. His voice is a whisper as he brings up his hands to hold the sword between them.
"No…my parents."
Parents. The word almost seems to make them wince and Pearl can't help but wince too.
Parents. The vampire has this look in his eyes, as though he's sad. It makes something pause within Pearl. Did he…did he loose them?
The second of vulnerability she allows is the second the captured grabs, using their hands to push both her and her sword away. Her feet find steady ground fast, not falling far. It is far enough for them to escape the place held to the tree. When Pearl looks up, the other stands on the side of the dead woods, holding a hand to their neck, blood dripping from it. Pearl can barely spot two indents at the side of their neck, her feet steady on the forest ground.
For a moment their eyes meet. His breathing is heavy, as though he needs it.
"You know nothing about me." He hisses, before he turns and is gone.
Pearl blinks , taking in a deep breath and lifting her sword. Blood drips from it onto the grounds leaves. When she looks into the blade she sees her reflected in the bloody parts. Her eyes almost look red.
She sighs and takes a cloth from her satchel. She casts one last look towards where Pyro had disappeared before she starts to walk into the towns direction again, cleaning her sword meanwhile.
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