Seeing-Eye-AI

Dirk is quite busy at the moment. He’s buried himself in braille and audio transcriptions of various magic books.

But I’m willing to come to you. Where are you at the moment, if I hunt you down it’ll take longer.

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im out on the balcony for a smoke.

thanks x

Of course.

He isn’t sure why he comes. He thinks maybe he should have told David to come to him if he wanted something. Just to prove a point. But he comes. The glass door slides open easily, the night air not quite as cool as he had been expecting it to be but not unpleasantly hot either. It feels like hunting weather somehow. But this is an urge he ignores, instinct isn’t everything and he isn’t hungry anyway.

For a moment he stands, door closed behind him and him leaning slightly upon it, looking at David. He knows the man knows he’s here. x wasn’t quiet, he doesn’t try and sneak, but he watches for a moment as if he had come somehow silently anyway, the other vampire’s head is turned away still, leaving only a shock of earth-brown hair and the upwards twist of smoke and the curve of back and hips and legs that x doesn’t dwell on because to be honest it doesn’t interest, he is more interested in David’s face, or would be if he could see it.

So he moves, stands at the balcony beside the man and leans on the railing. “I’m h-here.” he states, eyes flickering up, he debates whether to try and hold David’s gaze or not. And part of him wonders if he should feel bad. He came to help with physical needs, not get into some sort of useless dominance spat that doesn’t matter to anyone but him.

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i shouldnt feel weird asking but im horny as hell and dont feel like doing something outside the loose relationship weve got going

someone help please

Dirk is quite busy at the moment. He’s buried himself in braille and audio transcriptions of various magic books.

But I’m willing to come to you. Where are you at the moment, if I hunt you down it’ll take longer.

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B.B.’s eyes widened owlishly at x’s leaning, his own head drawing back at the sudden motion. He glances between Dirk and x as they talk over him, embarrassed by his inability to make sense of them. It’s so much harder to get what’s going on without Hal translating it all, consciously and otherwise. And thinking that stirred the ongoing worry over the younger’s absence.

Despite Hal’s normally expressive face, B.B. shows few physical signs of his frustration–as good an indication as the magically altered eye-color that someone else was driving. His colors steady with Dirk’s encouragement, though he still eyes the bleeding wrist somewhat warily.

His mouth twitches a little at the Spanish, uncertain, but he closes his eyes and lets Hal’s built-in instincts handle actually feeding, ignoring the sensations beyond what little it takes to make sure he doesn’t over-drink. In a perverse way, it’s the closest to normal he’s felt since waking up.

When it’s over, B.B. leans away, wincing as he nearly cuts his tongue cleaning his teeth. “Espero que no tengo que hacerlo muy a menudo,” he grumbles, shuddering very lightly with blood-rush. “Hermanito puede soportar ser pálida.”

The statement sits before B.B.’s mouth twists, irritable. “Apresurada idiota.”

#[We'll make it as easy as we can]#-#[If you need anything you can ask me x can be...overwhelming]#kingfisherdaze

When B.B finishes feeding, Dirk pulls his hand back, laps the wound clean, and presses his tongue against it until it stops bleeding. Dirk’s colours flare a little, almost proud, like the parent of a sick child who’s finally convinced them to have a spoonful or two of clear liquid.

“L-lo ha-haremos tan f-fácil como s-s-sea posible” x murmurs in reply to B.B’s discomfort. He isn’t sure what all they can do though, rabbit smoothies aren’t much different than drinking straight from the vein as far as human squick factor goes.

Now what?

“x. Why don’t you go start looking at the books, see if there’s a way to fix this. I can use my phone to translate.”

x pauses, sighs, and leaves to go try and find a way to fix the situation. Dirk just settles beside B.B, and despite how his colours tangle, he keeps a little space between them, tentative, he doesn’t know how comfortable B.B is with closeness and has little mind to try pressing against a stranger anyway.

He blinks, blindly, at B.B. Then shuffles around his pocket for his phone.

“Okay, hopefully this works, I wrote the coding with x’s help so it should be pretty good but.” he pauses, then speaks into the phone, it does a pretty good job of translating really.

“Si necesitas algo que usted me puede preguntar, x puede ser...abrumadora”

After taking the effort to check, B.B. almost thinks his answer rather than says it out of habit. But after a moment, he takes another few breaths, measuring his words as he adjusts to audibility:

“Sí. Todavía puedo sentirlo. Pero.” He frowns. “Él sigue durmiendo.” The relative calm of his expression is belied by the gathering intensity of his colors, like trying to grasp at mist. At least until Dirk’s reassurance levels him out. B.B. looks at the blond, head tilting, before x translates. The boy’s mouth twitches.

“… su cuerpo tiene hambre,” he responds, colors shifting more uncomfortably than his face readily conveys. Going by body language alone, he barely seems unsettled.

#[You can close your eyes if it helps]#kingfisherdaze

Dirk nods, x sighs, both boys seem content with this, if Hal is merely sleeping, they can wake him up. x will look into that once B.B is all settled. When it’s confirmed that he needs food, x leans in as if to offer his throat, Dirk pushes him back over Hal--B.B? Either way, he pushes the other vampire back. More attuned to the discomfort going on in their shifting colours.

“Why don’t you mostly let me focus on taking care of him.” Dirk suggests. To which x pouts and grumbles something along the lines of ‘but you can’t even talk to him!’

As far as Dirk is concerned, he doesn’t necessarily need to, he just shifts a little, nipping at his wrist to open the vein again. Coaxing at B.B’s colours once more, gentle, reassuring. “Tell him he doesn’t have to look.”

x sighs, but translates. “U-usted p-p-puede ce-rrar los o-ojos si a-ayuda” Usually, in the landscape of their bond, Dirk keeps his distance from just about everyone, rarely does he tangle or touch, but he does so now, letting his sharp, bright shades curl at B.B’s in distraction, trying to keep him more in his head than in his body. He knows what it’s like to not want to feed. He desperately did not want to for a long time when he was first dug up.

Carefully, he offers his wrist, close to the boy’s lips, but not touching. He figures after something stressful, it’d be better this than animal blood.

Whenever you like!

-[Coordinates.rtf]-

Just give me a heads up if you are not coming over now so I am not taken off-guard.

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I can be over in a few minutes if that is indeed fine.

Yes! I will see you then!

For a moment the person doesn’t respond, still faintly confused, nose scrunching faintly at the scent of blood. Then he blinks, and jolts, startled. Eyes widening in gradual comprehension.

He opens his mouth, but makes an airless sound, blinking again before remembering how to inhale. The words are slow, halting: “No. Soy B.B.” The brows draw, and he moves his arms, slowly sitting up, still seeming dazed.

<<Hermano, ¿qué hiciste?>> There’s still no response, and the fingers clench, jaw setting slowly. The colors thrum with anxious energy, and the body stops breathing again, eyes staring intently. <<¿Por qué no hablas?>>

#[Can you sense Hal at all?]#[You look very pale. Are you hungry?]#kingfisherdaze

“F-fascinating.” x murmurs, “Uhm, B.B” he speaks softly, “¿P-puedes s-sentir Hal en a-a-absoluto?” he just wants to make sure, just in case, he’s sure Hal isn’t gone but, what if? If B.B would just hurry up and get a hold of the body he’s in!

Dirk reaches up, touches x’s shoulder, then moves to sit more beside B.B “Hey. Uhm, shoot you can’t understand me.” instead he reaches out through their bond, soft, trying to keep him calm, reassurance. B.B hasn’t been in a body for a long time, and he’s certain that rushing him will only stress the guy.

His main concern right now is making sure that the present parties are okay. And then moving on to seeing what can be done to bring Hal back to the forefront. He helps support the boy, careful of his still bleeding wrist, which he offers tentatively again.

“Ask him if he’s hungry, he looks pale.”

x nods, looking to B.B.

“U-uhm. Te ves muy pálida, ¿tienes hambre?”

It’s amazing how different B.B’s expressions manage to be when compared to Hal’s, it’s Hal’s body, but distinctly not-Hal residing in it.

The room-temperature figure doesn’t respond to x at all, words or tears, hanging heavy in response to the A.I.’s shaking until it’s laid flat again.

A day without any kind of circulation or feeding has gradually bled the color and heat out of Hal’s body and face, expression blankly surprised and clothes dusted in chalk. The lack of rigor mortis or offensive smells is one of the only indications it’s not a normal corpse–at the very least, it appears one just recently dead.

The presence of blood is ineffective for half a minute. Then, a twitch. The mouth opens slightly, followed by the eyes, sleep-dazed and confused. Inkblack slowly tints steel and blue.

<<¿Hermanito? ¿Qué pasó?>>

Seconds pass, and the face slowly grows worried.

<<¿Hal? ¿Dónde estás?>>

#[Uhm. You aren't Hal are you?]#[Can you move?]#kingfisherdaze

Dirk’s brow furrows, he understands none of that. Kinda seems like x’s thing. “Oh, wow, your eyes!” those are not Hal’s eyes, they’re beautiful, but not Hal’s, for a moment x doesn’t really no how to react. “Ah, H-Hola!”

Dirk pulls his hand back, lapping his wrist clean before it can spill over, if Hal or not-Hal or whatever needs food, he’ll feed him, but he’s not bleeding all over the bed.

For the most part, Dirk is concerned now, x is done crying and is now resisting the urge to coo over how precious Hal looks when waking up, just, aww. Priorities.

“Uhm, U-sted no s-se ha H-Hal es usted?” the reply is aloud whether the original words were spoken through voice or bond. no reason not to talk aloud. x’s brow furrows at not-Hal’s change in expression.

“¿P-puedes m-moverte?” x isn’t as concerned now, Hal can’t have wiped himself out right? Maybe just sleeping? For now he needs to make sure his body didn’t get fucked up.

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That sounds grand spanking marvelous, chum! I’d love to explore Greece a tad with you and lunch sounds lovely. When should I be over?

Whenever you like!

-[Coordinates.rtf]-

Just give me a heads up if you are not coming over now so I am not taken off-guard.

Roxy told me you were the one who kept us safe? Thank you. And thank you for the supply of animal blood whilst I waited for my sister's return, it helped a great deal. My sister and I certainly owe you a favour; if you or your loved ones ever need us for something, don't hesitate to call. May we linger for a night or two?

It was no problem at all!

Of course, I will continue to keep the home stocked with blood if you need it as well. You may stay in that house for as long as it takes you two to get set up in your own universe again. I’m happy to loan you a phone with a transportalizer built in as well, it certainly eases travel.

{ kingfisherdaze }

He finds Daze by scent, which is terrifying, it’s the only way he can find him, there’s no heartbeat to follow, no breathing. Instinct tells him to flee, but it’s easy to overcome. He thought maybe Hal had simply cut himself temporarily out of the bond for some space, but the inkblack in his head makes sense now.

“H-h-h-hhh-h-h-” oh God damn it. “H-h-h-h” stupid, idiot, terrible body. “H-h-h-Hal?” fucking finally. Hal has been moved to the bed, by David he assumes, and he moves to sit on the edge of it, reaching out to brush the boy’s hair aside, bright red and beautiful.

“C-c’mon Hal. Y-you g-gotta g-give me a s-sign her-here” his fingers curl in the boy’s shirt, tugging like a child asking its mother to wake early. Or at all. “Pl-pl-please d-don’t d-d-d-d-die p-please H-Hal I n-mm...n-need you, H-Hal”

He shakes the boy again. “H-Hal” a pause. “M-M-Mira tal v-vez u-usted puede en-enten-der esto m-mejor? Hal, por favor, t-te amo”

He rubs at an eye, god damn it, he hates crying. It seems Dirk has finally caught on to things as well, x can hear him in the doorway but doesn’t turn to watch his approach.

Dirk is silent for a long time, listening to x pretend like he isn’t fighting back tears. Dirk is the only one, between the two of them, who genuinely lived through a period of being in any kind of torpor state, he’s sure it’s not exactly the same for Hal, hell maybe he really is (Please God who art in heaven hallowed be thy name do not let him be) gone but maybe not.

“Have you tried offering him food?”

x’s brow furrows. “h-he’s o-out c-cold.” Dirk’s head tilts. “Doesn’t mean it’s worth a try, better than shaking him again.”

The white-haired vampire raises a hand to his lips, nipping at his wrist, small enough to bleed without being too messy, and he offers this, forcing x to scramble to Hal’s other side to keep from being in the way.

“C’mon man there’s no way you offed yourself on accident I refuse to let that be how you go.”

x isn’t even trying to pretend like he isn’t crying now. But Dirk holds up well. He almost snaps at x about the tears but he recognizes there’s no harm in them, he’s just stressed out himself, taking it out on x won’t help.

#kingfisherdaze

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What? I’ll come check on him.

#Oh god #ic

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Boy howdy! You bet I would! Did you have anything in particular in mind that you wanted to do? If not I’m certain we can think of something or other!

I didn’t think that far ahead. Hmm. We just got all moved into the new house in Greece though, so there’s plenty to be explored at least. I’m sure the beach here isn’t as nice as the one on your island. It’s a little windy and a little gray, but we could go for a walk into town along it and I could treat you to lunch?

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I haven’t heard from you in some time. Perhaps you would like to do something together sometime?