More of the vampire au, please? How did the party go?
It’s only when the door is finally thrown open and they are hurled out to crash on the pavement that the fire is knocked out of Newt and it sinks it- way too belatedly, what he’s just done.
“Are you okay?” He sits up and looks at Hermann.
Hermann doesn’t move, this fine clothes torn and starting to darken in the furious rain. Newt rolls over and crawls the few meters two him. “Hermann? I’m really sorry.”
Hermann’s face is set, side pressed to the pavement, eyes open and unseeing. He blinks, and Newt isn’t sure if these are tears, or rain.
“I fucked up.” Newt groans, and rubs his face, “I didn’t mean- okay no, I did mean everything I said, but I should have- thought, you know. Not said that to your dad, for one thing.”
“No.” Hermann says dully. “It’s not your fault.”
He sits up stiffly, looks up into the orange halo of the streetlight. “I knew this was going to happen.”
Newt blinks, “You- why didn’t you say or just- not invite me? I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not.” It’s a tiny whisper, almost lost under the pouring rain, the occasional swish of slow passing cars.
“He disowned you.” Newt manages to say it, it comes out very, very small.
“I think I wanted that.” Hermann says finally. “That’s why I brought you along, I- I am a coward, I didn’t dare do anything for him to disown me, I let you do it.”
“Well, yeah,” Newt rolls his eyes, “He’d have fucking killed you. You should have told me, I’ve have really pissed him off.”
“No.” Hermann gets up stiffly, winces; “What you did was perfect. No one not already blinded by hierarchy can see how absurdly he was acting.”
Newt scrambles to his feet, helps to steady Hermann. “Do you want to go home?”
Hermann frowns, blinks, water beading on his eyelashes, then gives a strange little smile, a little quirk of the lip. “No. You mentioned you and your friends have a favourite bar in town- would you like to show it to me?”
Newt stares- he’s been trying to get Hermann there for years. “Fuck yeah!”