Very selective
Writer is an adult taxpayer with backpain
Minors DNI
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And this time, he had brought water.
Both were placed on the side table, including one fork, and Caelus took a step back and gave Kakavasha a cursory glance.
"Your wounds —
And this time, he had brought water.
Both were placed on the side table, including one fork, and Caelus took a step back and gave Kakavasha a cursory glance.
"Your wounds —
If he'd been in a better frame of mind, he would have appreciated it —
If he'd been in a better frame of mind, he would have appreciated it —
"Here."
It wasn't an expensive platter by any means; just a couple pieces of toast and scrambled eggs he'd tried to season right, peeled orange pieces, and grapes. —
"Here."
It wasn't an expensive platter by any means; just a couple pieces of toast and scrambled eggs he'd tried to season right, peeled orange pieces, and grapes. —
Himeko had casually reminded him that the bodies of the freshly-turned took time to settle and to treat their newest guest with care.
... That hadn't meant he'd known exactly what to make him, but once left to his own devices in a kitchen —
Himeko had casually reminded him that the bodies of the freshly-turned took time to settle and to treat their newest guest with care.
... That hadn't meant he'd known exactly what to make him, but once left to his own devices in a kitchen —
"Aven..? Are you awake..? I- brought you something to eat..."
The door creaked open eventually, and Caelus curiously peeked in.
"Aven..? Are you awake..? I- brought you something to eat..."
The door creaked open eventually, and Caelus curiously peeked in.
"You did this. He is your responsibility." —
"You did this. He is your responsibility." —
"Get it together, idiot." His voice was ragged and raw; the cold splash of water from the sink helping to ground him whilst cleaning his face. Though the myth about vampires lacking any reflection was just that, he couldn't bring himself to look at it and just stared down the drain. —
"Get it together, idiot." His voice was ragged and raw; the cold splash of water from the sink helping to ground him whilst cleaning his face. Though the myth about vampires lacking any reflection was just that, he couldn't bring himself to look at it and just stared down the drain. —
'What else was I supposed to do?? I didn't know- I shouldn't have—' The burn at his shoulder only intensified his feelings, and he nearly threw the door off its hinges once he reached his bathroom, just in time to —
'What else was I supposed to do?? I didn't know- I shouldn't have—' The burn at his shoulder only intensified his feelings, and he nearly threw the door off its hinges once he reached his bathroom, just in time to —
Returning to his room was a —
Returning to his room was a —
"I know that's not —
"I know that's not —
"You're gonna —
"You're gonna —
It would heal; he wasn't worried, but damn did it ever -hurt.-
"That's between you and your —
It would heal; he wasn't worried, but damn did it ever -hurt.-
"That's between you and your —
"Ah-" A sharper note was pulled from him at the matching added pressure; a shudder of something far —
"Ah-" A sharper note was pulled from him at the matching added pressure; a shudder of something far —
... But by making that choice for him, he'd been no better than-
....
'Don't dwell on it,' his thoughts sighed out. 'For now, you're going to deal with this.'
... But by making that choice for him, he'd been no better than-
....
'Don't dwell on it,' his thoughts sighed out. 'For now, you're going to deal with this.'
Meanwhile, his mind was replaying the events of not even an hour prior, conflicted —
Meanwhile, his mind was replaying the events of not even an hour prior, conflicted —
"When that gnawing goes away, you're good to go. Just bite, and drink. You'll get it." There wasn't much—
"When that gnawing goes away, you're good to go. Just bite, and drink. You'll get it." There wasn't much—
"It's fine," he went on, moving to settle on the bed while a hand moved locks of silver out of the way of his neck- the opposite side of which was adorned with the faintest two points itself, presumably from whoever turned him. Fingers drifted —
"It's fine," he went on, moving to settle on the bed while a hand moved locks of silver out of the way of his neck- the opposite side of which was adorned with the faintest two points itself, presumably from whoever turned him. Fingers drifted —
At the very least, after what he'd—
At the very least, after what he'd—