"Mm. The Irish have always been swill and spitfire, inspiring wonder in small children, with their legends and gods, fear in the parents with the ferocity in which they brandished their shillelaghs and farm tools. I blame the Druids, myself, peddling their magic and love so openly to the conservative, dirty, huddled masses." The pipe was taken as he rambled, brain half caught on another line of thinking altogether.
How often had he tried to be friends with anyone who wasn't a vampire? Maurice and Joslin aside, he barely knew any humans anymore beyond the surface level of name, age and drug preference. Matt lit the pipe again with a hum of a sound and held the smoke in, tendrils only just managing to escape with the words.
"No uh.. 'family' to speak of then? Not even the one that turned you?" The smoke was blown out to the side and Matthew glanced around with him.
"Is it theft if the chairs are just in the other room? Fuck it, we'll relocate. It's not like they've got laws against it here." Picking up the small, pre-separated packet of opium to slip in his pocket, Matt grabbed his glass and headed towards the door.
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I'm easy.
Date: 2018-01-02 09:27 pm (UTC)How often had he tried to be friends with anyone who wasn't a vampire? Maurice and Joslin aside, he barely knew any humans anymore beyond the surface level of name, age and drug preference. Matt lit the pipe again with a hum of a sound and held the smoke in, tendrils only just managing to escape with the words.
"No uh.. 'family' to speak of then? Not even the one that turned you?" The smoke was blown out to the side and Matthew glanced around with him.
"Is it theft if the chairs are just in the other room? Fuck it, we'll relocate. It's not like they've got laws against it here." Picking up the small, pre-separated packet of opium to slip in his pocket, Matt grabbed his glass and headed towards the door.