[ the thing about vampires is that they can't help but develop a codependency. it is in their very nature as creatures who drink the blood of others - to crave sustenance from other living beings is to be denied independence. on thursday evening, with the day's rain still wending its way down the muddy alleyways of sumeru city's streets, alhaitham tips his umbrella down as he observes the vampire still-sitting there perched along the railings of the partition between library property and the diner next door. it hadn't been the first time alhaitham has seen him there. it won't be, alhaitham surmises, the last. but alhaitham's sense tell him a far more complete tale. what he knows without a shadow of a doubt: the scent of blood has never lingered.
it is a paradox, an oxymoron seen fit to wend its way through a city that has always, at minimum, attempted to make some kind of sense.
tonight, alhaitham's umbrella tips as it blocks the incoming fat droplets of rain shedding from the dark, towering clouds sailing forth like ships in the night. the set of his gaze peers down on the drenched, golden flax of the vampire's hair.
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Here.
[ a towel, from a nearby convenience store that alhaitham ducked into after leaving the library. he tosses it to the vampire with a lazy flick of his wrist. ] Are you coherent?
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Date: 2023-07-02 08:13 am (UTC)it is a paradox, an oxymoron seen fit to wend its way through a city that has always, at minimum, attempted to make some kind of sense.
tonight, alhaitham's umbrella tips as it blocks the incoming fat droplets of rain shedding from the dark, towering clouds sailing forth like ships in the night. the set of his gaze peers down on the drenched, golden flax of the vampire's hair.
without premable: ]
Here.
[ a towel, from a nearby convenience store that alhaitham ducked into after leaving the library. he tosses it to the vampire with a lazy flick of his wrist. ] Are you coherent?