Aug 2, 2020
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Lava, bubble - pretty much every lamp in the house was plugged in, lighting up their room in the Night Island. He found them soothing, something to stare out when thoughts crowded him. Dark thoughts. Letting him regroup, relax. He'd eaten plenty tonight gorged on many, many drunks. His old coping mechanism. By any vampires standards he was wasted. Sitting in the circle of lights, very symbolic that flicking the lava lamps so miniature bubbles formed. A human would have burnt retinas from gazing at them all as intently as he had been.
Daniel had gone out, no idea when he'd come back... If he's come back.
At somepoint he realised he was crying, touching his face was how said fledgling found him.