Memento Mori
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The Vampire §

he Reaper

Jul

absence-sybil:

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            “—- so you do archive work? I imagine you’re a better resource
                  than an encyclopaedia or history book, unless you wrote one.”

      “I’ve filled several books
       with my studies, yes, but
       none of them are what 
       you might call a Text Book.”

      “Though I can’t say how valuable
        of a resource I really am. It would
        be immodest.” 

             Meaning he knows exactly
             
how valuable his help was.

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ofviolentdeath:

"You’re failing at the
moment.”

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"Yes, and I chose to help
for my own reasons. There
is really no need to try and
push me away, William.”

     ”Duly noted.” 

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     ”I’m not trying to push you 
away, I’m just saying that
      I’m fine.

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ofviolentdeath:

"You are capable of being
polite, right?”

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"After the whole hunters
ordeal, you really thing
I wouldn’t come to check
in on you?”

     ”Occasionally.” 

     ”The ordeal with the hunters
       was a mistake of my own
       making, and not one I am in
       a hurry to make again. I 
       appreciate your concern, but
       as you can see, I’m fine.” 

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ofviolentdeath:

"That hurts."

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"I am capable of
being purely social.”

     ”I never doubted your 
      capacity to be social.”

     ”I just doubt that anyone 
      would want to bother coming
      out to find me unless they
      needed something.” 

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ofviolentdeath:

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"And what if it was?
Would that be such
a terrible thing?”

    “

    “Terrible? Perhaps not.
      Certainly unusual.” 

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absence-sybil:  

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            “—- I don’t remember who bit me either.
                  —- and what is it that you do, mister Reade?”

     ”Research, primarily.” 

      “I amass information on
       all manner of things, 
       and offer my assistance 
       to those who can find me.”

          Along with selling his blood
          as a narcotic, William makes
          quite a tidy profit. 

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clayundermyfingernails:

"Apologies, Prince William." Tisha raised an eyebrow.

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She stared at the small container in his hand. So, that was it. Drink, and no more monsters hiding under her bed. Drink, and she’d be delivered from evil. She pressed her lips together, almost choked up. She’d lived in misery for so long, just waiting for the day when things changed from frightening to deadly, when something was real enough to rip out her throat.

"Belladonna Nocturna." She repeated, her voice hoarse, her throat suddenly very dry. "Alright. I’ll shake the witchy phone tree, see what falls out. Should be somebody I can grab a hold of with a connection."

She laughed a bit. “I got this. Christ, I feel like a dealer. I got you, Princey. I’ll be back soon.” 

The obvious was left out - I’ll be back before what you’ve given me runs out.

          William’s mouth pressed
          into an irritated line at his
          new nickname, but he let
          it pass for now. Remaining
          impassive at the emotions
          playing across his guests
          face, he only offers a low
          caution:

    “I warn you now: this
     substance tastes 
     revolting. And by no
     means is this a permanent
     solution.”

     ”But I suppose you’ll
      have to cross that
      bridge when you come
      to it.” 

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