him leaning into your hand after you smooth over the bandages wrapped around his head, unable to keep his own head up as the exhaustion finally takes hold of him and he lets out little sounds of relief over finally being touched by someone without ill intent ,,, even if it’s not for longgfoiuhigogirjrjjk and he keeps apologizing for tracking dirt and mud and blood along your floors and his voice is so small and tired and wracked with guilt . killing my sel f
Wanting to get out of the house for a bit Diluc decided to hit up one of his favorite places, the local bowling alley. They had become quite a past time for him considering almost everywhere he had ever moved had one and they usually open fairly late. Great for someone that couldn't go out in the sunlight. There were also usually people that were easy to fed from. Bowling alleys usually had bars and the drunks were easy targets. Even if he wasn't fond of the aftereffects of drinking from the intoxicated.
"Damn." He cursed getting a 7-10 split. He must be getting rusty again.
First little chunk of Vampire Julian AU. More of my ideas and inspirations in my ‘Vampire AU Talking’ tag!
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Thirty was not a bad age to immortally be — or so Julian reckoned anyways. Of course, at the time he had been dreading that birthday, in woe at his youth now taken by the beginnings of middle-age. Now that he was never to grow older, thirty definitely did not feel so bad. His body was still healthy and strong, nary a winkle in his smooth face, and skin firm and supple if he did say so himself, all locked in a perpetually beautiful body. He had overreacted to such an age.
Now he had bigger issues at hand. Like how to cheat the sun.
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The space-station was hardly that. An oversized shopping market was a more adept title, with the benefit of being primly organized in a large circular formation. That was due to the previous owners, his very own people, until the Bajorans took it in the peace papers; to then co-inhabitant with the goody-goody Starfleet though? Atrocious. Terok Nor was once an establishment of power, where not only the military lived on, but The Guild as well (though only in the shadows).
Garak had never been on it before, and dreaded stepping on it even now, years after it was taken. A mission was a mission in the end, and vampires had to be eliminated. Blood sucking monstrosities, truly a virus that infected all species. Whether the reported was his fellow Cardassian or a deceptive Changeling, it was his job to take his obsidian stake and drive it wherever their dead heart laid; a good douse of stardust water in the case of Changelings, who neither had organs, nor could truly replicate any for the kills.
The station was the least of his ire, because in the end the report could have very well been false. Only time would tell as he inspected the life-forms living upon Deep Space Nine.
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It was the Chief Medical Officer, no doubt about it
having thoughts about nico stumbling across an old manor in the depths of a forest after nearly escaping death for being ‘monstrous’ and a vampire becoming incredibly fond of this scrappy barely conscious thing on the steps of their home and taking him in ,,,,,,, nursing him back to health ,,,,,,,, aghdhdhdhnb
he stalks around your home like a stray dog thats always begging for scraps . will act like he's not waiting for a sliver of your attention, a small invitation into your home
he starts fixing things up without telling you as a token of his appreciation and you only notice when realize your doors don’t squeak on the hinges and that one faucet doesn’t leak anymore ): and when you confront him about it he gets really bashful but the praise is like crack