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middaeg2020-11-02 12:47 am
substances) wrote in middaeg2020-11-02 12:47 am
[closed] there's a place in the dark where the animals go
Who: Klaus Hargreeves & Red Wine
When: The morning after the full moon on Octeuril 31
Where: Somewhere at the outskirts of the city.
What: Klaus runs into a miserable vampire.
Warnings: TBA if needed
[Despite having been here for...well, however long it took for the worst of the dope sick to wear off, leaving behind only the absolutely lovely cravings that make it impossible to think or sleep or focus on literally anything that isn't trying desperately to keep himself from giving in to one of the many lovely temptations he's run into here. The truly wonderful, terrible thing about the weird Victorian vibe of this place is that there's just so many delicious substances that they consider completely normal that are just flowing everywhere, and it's all Klaus can do to mimic Ben's voice in his head. Resist temptation.
In the wee hours of the night, when he can't sleep and he feels like his insides are trying to claw their way to his outsides through his throat, it's impossible to resist if he just lies there going completely nuts. So he's out wandering, as the full moon sets and the sunrise starts to tinge all the edges of the sky pink and orange. Frankly, he has no idea where he is or how to get back to his temporary lodgings or get something to eat, so he just keeps walking. There's a forest off somewhere nearby, he thinks, because he can just make out the shadows of it in the light from the sunrise, and it would probably be very pretty and very serene with all the songbirds just starting to wake up and all, if he didn't hate absolutely everything because he wants to pop a pill more than he wants to breathe.
Scratching his forearm, shoulders hunched, barely aware of the chill despite being clad in only a vest and T-shirt with pants that are open all the way down the sides, he looks for some kind of distraction. Or maybe a place to sleep, a bench or something, where it'll be just uncomfortable enough that he can focus on something other than the cravings and just pass out for a bit.
Instead, he finds a distraction in the form of a tall fancy-looking guy who looks about as miserable as Klaus feels. Lifting a hand, he waves cheerfully, face splitting into a fake-it-till-you-make-it grin.]
Oh, hello there. Wow, man, you look like shit. No offense.
[A wave of his hand, and he takes a few steps closer, reaches out and puts a hand on the guy's shoulder.]
You okay there, buddy? Need a drink of water? Some aspirin maybe? Must've been a truly legendary bender.
When: The morning after the full moon on Octeuril 31
Where: Somewhere at the outskirts of the city.
What: Klaus runs into a miserable vampire.
Warnings: TBA if needed
[Despite having been here for...well, however long it took for the worst of the dope sick to wear off, leaving behind only the absolutely lovely cravings that make it impossible to think or sleep or focus on literally anything that isn't trying desperately to keep himself from giving in to one of the many lovely temptations he's run into here. The truly wonderful, terrible thing about the weird Victorian vibe of this place is that there's just so many delicious substances that they consider completely normal that are just flowing everywhere, and it's all Klaus can do to mimic Ben's voice in his head. Resist temptation.
In the wee hours of the night, when he can't sleep and he feels like his insides are trying to claw their way to his outsides through his throat, it's impossible to resist if he just lies there going completely nuts. So he's out wandering, as the full moon sets and the sunrise starts to tinge all the edges of the sky pink and orange. Frankly, he has no idea where he is or how to get back to his temporary lodgings or get something to eat, so he just keeps walking. There's a forest off somewhere nearby, he thinks, because he can just make out the shadows of it in the light from the sunrise, and it would probably be very pretty and very serene with all the songbirds just starting to wake up and all, if he didn't hate absolutely everything because he wants to pop a pill more than he wants to breathe.
Scratching his forearm, shoulders hunched, barely aware of the chill despite being clad in only a vest and T-shirt with pants that are open all the way down the sides, he looks for some kind of distraction. Or maybe a place to sleep, a bench or something, where it'll be just uncomfortable enough that he can focus on something other than the cravings and just pass out for a bit.
Instead, he finds a distraction in the form of a tall fancy-looking guy who looks about as miserable as Klaus feels. Lifting a hand, he waves cheerfully, face splitting into a fake-it-till-you-make-it grin.]
Oh, hello there. Wow, man, you look like shit. No offense.
[A wave of his hand, and he takes a few steps closer, reaches out and puts a hand on the guy's shoulder.]
You okay there, buddy? Need a drink of water? Some aspirin maybe? Must've been a truly legendary bender.
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He'd spent the night in the Wilde near the edge of the city and makes his way back in the morning once he's regained his normal shape. Red Wine - being a vampire - is already somewhat ashen in pallor but there's something about how he looks now that appears more unnatural still. He looks like he's been awake all night and is only staying awake for the purpose of getting himself to a bed.
And he doesn't expect to see many people around this early. Certainly not anyone who wants to talk (and more specifically no one who wants to talk to someone who looks as entirely Done with the world as he does). So, when Klaus hails him he doesn't respond until that hand falls on his shoulder.
Then his arm moves as if of its own accord, smacking the contact away abruptly.]
Don't touch me.
[The words come out as a soft hiss. For a moment his eyes flash and he looks, for lack of a better description, like he would very much like to rip the man's throat out. That expression fades instantly, however, and he takes a careful step back.]
Please.