#interview with the vampire#iwtv#amc tvl#jacob anderson#sam reid
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I was originally against it, but I was convinced otherwise.
I'll be having a birthday party on the 19th, around 7:00 PM EST. I really don't want to.
It'll be in my city, probably. If you know where my office is, you should know where 24th street is. There's an Italian place near there.
Don't be late.
(The update will also be released the same day, love you all!! <3)
no matter what sui zhou is doing or saying in a scene all i am thinking about is when he chased a couple of suspects by unnecessarily parkouring over half the buildings in the market in the first arc. how am i meant to move on
A large black box sits on your desk, with a sticky note attached to the top of it. A symbol of an umbrella is drawn on the note.
Inside the box is a red helmet, with the visor slightly cracked on the left side, and the electrical components seem to be ruined
A paper sits below it, penned in fancy handwriting and blue ink: “He fought well. I’m sorry it had to end this way for your friend, for I didn’t wish this outcome either. Remember him, because I will not. Goodbye.”
SHCHK.
Sleuth stabs the shovel into the ground and surveys the freshly dug pit, a glossy, dead look in his eyes.
He isn't wearing a mask.
He brings the helmet in one hand up to his face, his reflection looking back at him in the cracked visor.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't give you a proper burial."
He lowers his arm and lets the helmet roll out of his palm, breaking free just at the fingertips and rolling into the grave.
"They won't find you here."
The helmet lands with a THUD. Sleuth slowly brings his arm up and tries to grab the handle of the shovel, but his hand slips away and lands at his side.
He bites his lip and swipes away the tears starting to take shape at the edge of his eyes with his other hand.
"I don't know what to do now."
He cries like he's practiced. Slow and silent. Rain begins to drum on his back.
"I'm tired."
He looks through the helmet.
"You are-- were. The last person who knew who I was before I became-- this. And I don't know if I'm still me without you. And-- and I've lost everyone and I just-- don't know if I can keep losing."
He looks up into the clouds, the rain landing softly next to the tears on his cheek.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't bring your platoon here. And I'm sorry things turned out the way they did. I'm sorry that you got stuck with me in all of this. If I had known, or been smarter, I wouldn't have let this happen to you. And-- and I'm sure you're somewhere with Penny too, so-- just-- wait for me, alright?"
He grips the shovel firmly this time.
"I'm sorry I didn't fight harder."
He shovels dirt into the pit until it's just a barren patch among the grass. He leaves it sticking up in the gravel as he walks away.
hi
yes
do you want
mouse?
..I don't understand. Elaborate?
A bouquet of daffodils and yellow chrysanthemums crashes through your window. There is note attached to it. It says : To: Sleuth From: A spectator P. S. so sorry about your window.
MY FUCKING WINDOW?? AGAIN?!
You’re a great person.
the first thing I see when I come back from self isolation is blind optimism. great.
is your face smooshed with the clock mask n stuff🤔
no.
