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riotousjunkie) wrote2017-12-20 07:55 pm
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"It's Cassidy."
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"It's Cassidy."
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I hear it's another new year. You should ring it in with me and my friend, heroin and opium. Apparently, they have Santa Clause here.
Opium-opium? Merry Xmas indeed.
[If he didn’t know the exact location of Matt’s room before, he’s going to find out in short order. He’ll bring one of his remaining bottles of single malt as a contribution. He knocks on the door, and when Matt answers:]
Bhliain nua sásta, mate. [He holds up the bottle.] In the spirit of giving.
[He’s wearing a simple tunic and trousers in the style of clothIng given to the new arrivals, along with his gold bracelet and a silver leaf pendant on a leather cord around his neck.]
[If he didn’t know the exact location of Matt’s room before, he’s going to find out in short order. He’ll bring one of his remaining bottles of single malt as a contribution. He knocks on the door, and when Matt answers:]
Bhliain nua sásta, mate. [He holds up the bottle.] In the spirit of giving.
[He’s wearing a simple tunic and trousers in the style of clothIng given to the new arrivals, along with his gold bracelet and a silver leaf pendant on a leather cord around his neck.]
[If asked, he'd give it freely, and greeted Cassidy in a deep blue suit vest and pants to match, a pressed light champagne colored shirt, and dark brown shoes that one could almost see their reflection off of amid the shifting shades of leather. Dark hair coiffed and styled, Matthew was the GQ image of handsome fashion, open collar and all.]
Then welcome to my matchbox of a home, come in, come in. I've nicked a few goblets, a spoon or three, and they do actually have pipes here. Apparently smoking really is multiversal.
[Once Cassidy was in, he closed the door and gestures at the bottle.] What's that then?
Then welcome to my matchbox of a home, come in, come in. I've nicked a few goblets, a spoon or three, and they do actually have pipes here. Apparently smoking really is multiversal.
[Once Cassidy was in, he closed the door and gestures at the bottle.] What's that then?
Oh, this? Aged whiskey. Courtesy of Donn the Dark himself. [Cassidy steps into the room to take stock of what’s available.]
Solid setup, man. [He starts opening up the bottle, continuing the small talk he does.] I only done actual opium a couple of times. Neither in a place as comfy as this.
Solid setup, man. [He starts opening up the bottle, continuing the small talk he does.] I only done actual opium a couple of times. Neither in a place as comfy as this.
Ah, then it's more then welcome.
[Nodding, more to himself then anyone, Matthew ambled over towards his desk and to an unwrapped pile of goods.]
Really? Oh, right- [he tsked at himself for remembering, shaking his head slightly.] You're a little to young to know the joys of Chinese opium houses. Especially in the 1600's - [Matt let out a low whistle as he set about packing a small, long necked pipe with his pinky] - it could kill the best of men, after three or four nights. And their parlors were smoky paradise, pillows, soft couches, girls...
[Nodding, more to himself then anyone, Matthew ambled over towards his desk and to an unwrapped pile of goods.]
Really? Oh, right- [he tsked at himself for remembering, shaking his head slightly.] You're a little to young to know the joys of Chinese opium houses. Especially in the 1600's - [Matt let out a low whistle as he set about packing a small, long necked pipe with his pinky] - it could kill the best of men, after three or four nights. And their parlors were smoky paradise, pillows, soft couches, girls...
[The 1600's. Jesus. Matthew's among the oldest vampires Cassidy's ever met. There's a little bit of wonder in his reply, though it's tucked in beneath the casual, conversational tone.]
By the time I was comin' up, it was all morphine and heroin. And already illegal in the States, without a doctor's say-so.
[He pulls the cap off the whiskey, and glances down at the goblets Matthew has acquired. It may be those are needed for some part of the drug's ritual — in that case, he's more than fine drinking straight from the bottle. But for now, he sets the bottle down, leaning back against the desk to watch Matt working with the pipe.]
Listen, before we get too far into the fun and games, I been meanin' to ask — have you told anyone? About... [He holds up the wrist with the bracelet around it, gives it a little shake.] ...the situation? I know I came on a bit strong with it at the feast — that's only 'cause I thought you were Jesse, and he already knows. I've not mentioned it to anyone else.
By the time I was comin' up, it was all morphine and heroin. And already illegal in the States, without a doctor's say-so.
[He pulls the cap off the whiskey, and glances down at the goblets Matthew has acquired. It may be those are needed for some part of the drug's ritual — in that case, he's more than fine drinking straight from the bottle. But for now, he sets the bottle down, leaning back against the desk to watch Matt working with the pipe.]
Listen, before we get too far into the fun and games, I been meanin' to ask — have you told anyone? About... [He holds up the wrist with the bracelet around it, gives it a little shake.] ...the situation? I know I came on a bit strong with it at the feast — that's only 'cause I thought you were Jesse, and he already knows. I've not mentioned it to anyone else.
You missed some fine times, [Matt promised with a glance back towards him as he flicked a lighter and lit the pipe up, rising as he inhaled and dropping his head back, letting the smoke go after a moment.]
Hmm? Ah. Not directly, no. There are... a few here who have an inkling of what I am but in my world, talking about it openly means death. Old habits, I suppose. They're all two bad ideas and one idiot away from a mob anyway..
But I take it by your relationship with.. Jesse -[There was a hint of lofty disdain in the name now, ] - that it's not such a severely kept secret like that bottle?
[To be fair, he hadn't offered the pipe yet either, though he'd gladly trade, if for a second. ]
Hmm? Ah. Not directly, no. There are... a few here who have an inkling of what I am but in my world, talking about it openly means death. Old habits, I suppose. They're all two bad ideas and one idiot away from a mob anyway..
But I take it by your relationship with.. Jesse -[There was a hint of lofty disdain in the name now, ] - that it's not such a severely kept secret like that bottle?
[To be fair, he hadn't offered the pipe yet either, though he'd gladly trade, if for a second. ]
[The bottle? Cassidy lifts his eyebrows toward it, then picks it up and holds it in Matt's direction. He'd always intended to share.
When his hand is free again, he scratches lightly at his own cheek. An idle, self-conscious gesture.]
More like most people don't believe me, even when I do say it out loud to their face. [He crosses his arms.] Blessing and a curse, that — bein' able to hide in plain sight. I mean. I don't go shoutin' it from the rafters, but. Call it an open secret between mates.
When his hand is free again, he scratches lightly at his own cheek. An idle, self-conscious gesture.]
More like most people don't believe me, even when I do say it out loud to their face. [He crosses his arms.] Blessing and a curse, that — bein' able to hide in plain sight. I mean. I don't go shoutin' it from the rafters, but. Call it an open secret between mates.
[Scoffing under his breath at the answer, Matt took the bottle and held out the pipe and lighter in trade, going to pour himself a glass of it while he had it.]
Your luck is longer reaching then mine, that's for certain. Why do you tell them anyway?
Your luck is longer reaching then mine, that's for certain. Why do you tell them anyway?
[He'll uncross his arms to accept the trade, and take his first hit right there, leaning against the desk. Soft surfaces can come a bit later, once he's set up with his own glass of whiskey.]
Why? [He blinks through the smoke, still savoring the sweet, oily way it rolls over his tongue and through his nostrils.] Why not?
[...all right, so. The events of the last several days before his arrival here are a pretty solid answer for 'why not.' From the way Cassidy's not meeting Matt's eyes at the moment, he knows it.]
Tryin' to make friends, I guess.
Why? [He blinks through the smoke, still savoring the sweet, oily way it rolls over his tongue and through his nostrils.] Why not?
[...all right, so. The events of the last several days before his arrival here are a pretty solid answer for 'why not.' From the way Cassidy's not meeting Matt's eyes at the moment, he knows it.]
Tryin' to make friends, I guess.
[Matt arched his eyebrows at Cassidy with a glance, turning slightly from his pouring only long enough for it before setting the bottle between them on the desk.]
I see. [He knew what he sounded like - a disapproving father who was keeping his opinions about it to himself, and he hated it. This was the worst subject to have viable experience on and he was no one's father.]
Does it always go the way it went with him? Or do you come out of it sometimes actually whole?
I see. [He knew what he sounded like - a disapproving father who was keeping his opinions about it to himself, and he hated it. This was the worst subject to have viable experience on and he was no one's father.]
Does it always go the way it went with him? Or do you come out of it sometimes actually whole?
"Oh, it worked out all right, sometimes." Cassidy offered the pipe and lighter back, then poured himself a glass. "Never did it all that often, to be honest. A hundred years, a handful of people... rough estimate, I'd say it didn't end in disaster maybe half the time."
Now he was casting about for something soft to sit on. Ideally, some arrangement where they'd be close enough to share the pipe with minimal moving around.
"Anyway. I think it's the accent that makes people think I'm takin' the piss. You know the Irish, always tellin' tales out of school."
It was a stereotype Cassidy tended to, in turns, despise and leverage to his advantage.
Now he was casting about for something soft to sit on. Ideally, some arrangement where they'd be close enough to share the pipe with minimal moving around.
"Anyway. I think it's the accent that makes people think I'm takin' the piss. You know the Irish, always tellin' tales out of school."
It was a stereotype Cassidy tended to, in turns, despise and leverage to his advantage.
"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.
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.
Relocating it was. Cassidy plucked up his own glass along with the bottle. He regretted, a little, leaving the heroin behind. On the other hand, if the opium didn't do a good enough job of locking him to whatever couch they landed on? They could always come back for it.
"The one who turned me?" he asked, scoffing out a humorless laugh at the question. "I barely even saw her face, mate. Or the fact that she was a she. I'm only about eighty percent on that. It was an ambush in the dark of an Irish swamp. I don't even know she meant to do what she did." Since, by the time he'd woken up from being dead, she'd been long gone.
"As for others... well, there is Seamus. But he's back in Ireland. Haven't seen him face-to-face in nearly a century. Just phone calls."
He glanced around as they entered the hallway, making sure there was no one immediately nearby to overhear them.
"Take it you've got some kin of your own back home, then, do ya? One big, happy family?"
"The one who turned me?" he asked, scoffing out a humorless laugh at the question. "I barely even saw her face, mate. Or the fact that she was a she. I'm only about eighty percent on that. It was an ambush in the dark of an Irish swamp. I don't even know she meant to do what she did." Since, by the time he'd woken up from being dead, she'd been long gone.
"As for others... well, there is Seamus. But he's back in Ireland. Haven't seen him face-to-face in nearly a century. Just phone calls."
He glanced around as they entered the hallway, making sure there was no one immediately nearby to overhear them.
"Take it you've got some kin of your own back home, then, do ya? One big, happy family?"
They could always come back - Matthew didn't plan on straying too far from his present just yet, greedy and worried that it would vanish if he didn't keep an eye on it.
"Really?" One eye scrunched up in a squint as he glanced over, disgusted by the practice of abandoning fledglings, and he tsked his displeasure at hearing it. "A damned shame."
Snorting at the question, Matt shook his head. "Not anymore. I had a sister once. Pretty and utterly insane. She was damned before I was - a game, between our Sires, and is now, blissfully silent and ash. Needless to say, my Sire and I didn't.. agree. She's not around anymore either."
Reaching the small library that was in their wing, Matt dropped himself down into one of the chairs that had a mate nearby, ambivalent to what his statement may or may not suggest.
"Really?" One eye scrunched up in a squint as he glanced over, disgusted by the practice of abandoning fledglings, and he tsked his displeasure at hearing it. "A damned shame."
Snorting at the question, Matt shook his head. "Not anymore. I had a sister once. Pretty and utterly insane. She was damned before I was - a game, between our Sires, and is now, blissfully silent and ash. Needless to say, my Sire and I didn't.. agree. She's not around anymore either."
Reaching the small library that was in their wing, Matt dropped himself down into one of the chairs that had a mate nearby, ambivalent to what his statement may or may not suggest.
Cassidy sank into the chair next to Matt's, placing the bottle between them and draining half the whiskey from his glass in a long, slow swallow, as easy as if it were water. One hit off the pipe had been barely enough to make him feel anything, but there was something there: he could sense it in the way the whiskey had a slightly different bite, how the creamy undertones of its flavor melded with the sweetness of the smoke.
Matt's story of how he'd ended up alone was more in line with what Cassidy expected than some harmonious vampire clan.
"I think it's for the best I was left largely on me own," he said. "Someone who goes around attackin' random fellas in a swamp, I mean, what kind of a role model is that anyway?"
A beat, wherein he blinked off into the distance, and a new thought occurred.
“Now, me natural mum... she was a good soul, she was. Used to take us to the beach on Sunday. All the other poor bastards would be at church; we’d have the run of the place.” His gaze, which had gone distant, then snapped back into the room. “Bet they’ve got swimmin’ here in the summer. That’ll be a plus.”
Matt's story of how he'd ended up alone was more in line with what Cassidy expected than some harmonious vampire clan.
"I think it's for the best I was left largely on me own," he said. "Someone who goes around attackin' random fellas in a swamp, I mean, what kind of a role model is that anyway?"
A beat, wherein he blinked off into the distance, and a new thought occurred.
“Now, me natural mum... she was a good soul, she was. Used to take us to the beach on Sunday. All the other poor bastards would be at church; we’d have the run of the place.” His gaze, which had gone distant, then snapped back into the room. “Bet they’ve got swimmin’ here in the summer. That’ll be a plus.”
Edited 2018-01-04 23:42 (UTC)
"The kind that ends you up on a pyre stick or in the sun." He hated that he knew that was the truth but vampires that couldn't control themselves ended up destroying themselves and any vampire that was nearby. Hell, that was the start of their revolution.
"I can't remember the last time I swam in the sun. We didn't have lakes in Southern France, none that anyone would.. picnic to or anything. I couldn't even promise I've even swam as a boy," he said thoughtfully before relighting the pipe and pulling a lungful.
"You been alone the whole way then?"
"I can't remember the last time I swam in the sun. We didn't have lakes in Southern France, none that anyone would.. picnic to or anything. I couldn't even promise I've even swam as a boy," he said thoughtfully before relighting the pipe and pulling a lungful.
"You been alone the whole way then?"
Cassidy rested his elbow on the arm of the chair and lifted his hand, lazily prompting for the pipe whenever Matthew could pass it over.
"Not alone alone." He didn't much like the sound of that. "Got Seamus. Had friends. Fallen in love a few times. But, no, all the bloody vampire stuff, I was left to work it out on me lonesome."
"Not alone alone." He didn't much like the sound of that. "Got Seamus. Had friends. Fallen in love a few times. But, no, all the bloody vampire stuff, I was left to work it out on me lonesome."
He'd take another hit before he did, grinning as the pipe as set into Cassidy's hand.
"Bad news, that love. The rest is alright. It sounds like your existence hasn't been that bad, that's nice. Good change of pace from my world. Everyone and their mother was wronged by someone else, you'd think, and the Kindred are prissily organized asshats with a superiority complex. This place really must be some kind of vacation paradise for you; it's almost like being alive again..
Almost."
"Bad news, that love. The rest is alright. It sounds like your existence hasn't been that bad, that's nice. Good change of pace from my world. Everyone and their mother was wronged by someone else, you'd think, and the Kindred are prissily organized asshats with a superiority complex. This place really must be some kind of vacation paradise for you; it's almost like being alive again..
Almost."
"Minus the heartbeat," Cassidy mused as he prepared to take his next hit. "...I do still miss that part, sometimes."
Hard to explain. Something about feeling alive.
He took in a long, deep lungful of smoke this time, and followed it up with a couple of smaller puffs for good measure. By the end, his head was wreathed in smoke, and there was a slick feeling in his nostrils and at the back of his throat. Now it'd really start to kick in.
"Fairly peaceful back on Earth, yeah. Other than the occasional rash of vigilante hunters tryin' to chase me down. And honestly, I've no idea how they find me. I was in Vegas, this last time — livin' out a totally normal existence there. Even had a job of sorts. And nobody looks twice if you keep late hours, not in that place. It was bloody perfect. And these wankers, right? They hired me for a bit of sex tourism. Wanted me to take 'em down to Tijuana. Or so I thought. But they start flyin' the plane bloody eastward, don't they? I might've caught on too late if they hadn't left their bonkers-as-hell propaganda where I could stumble across it."
That tale told, he let his head loll against the back of the chair and looked toward Matt across the short space between them.
"Anyways, that is how I ended up in Texas."
Hard to explain. Something about feeling alive.
He took in a long, deep lungful of smoke this time, and followed it up with a couple of smaller puffs for good measure. By the end, his head was wreathed in smoke, and there was a slick feeling in his nostrils and at the back of his throat. Now it'd really start to kick in.
"Fairly peaceful back on Earth, yeah. Other than the occasional rash of vigilante hunters tryin' to chase me down. And honestly, I've no idea how they find me. I was in Vegas, this last time — livin' out a totally normal existence there. Even had a job of sorts. And nobody looks twice if you keep late hours, not in that place. It was bloody perfect. And these wankers, right? They hired me for a bit of sex tourism. Wanted me to take 'em down to Tijuana. Or so I thought. But they start flyin' the plane bloody eastward, don't they? I might've caught on too late if they hadn't left their bonkers-as-hell propaganda where I could stumble across it."
That tale told, he let his head loll against the back of the chair and looked toward Matt across the short space between them.
"Anyways, that is how I ended up in Texas."
"That's the only difference," he agreed with a slight bobble of his head.
"Sex tourism," Matt echoed with a laugh. "There's better ways to make money then working for them. I haven't come close to a 'normal' existence since I was alive and even then, the normal is archaic to nearly everyone I meet. Much better, in my opinion, to spend your days building a little empire that will earn you money and spending some of that money on the most beautiful company that one could buy.
There's not much of normal living that I find palatable anymore, but I exist out of those times, nowdays. Is Texas even with the rest of the modern world? I haven't ever been - always kept to the coasts."
"Sex tourism," Matt echoed with a laugh. "There's better ways to make money then working for them. I haven't come close to a 'normal' existence since I was alive and even then, the normal is archaic to nearly everyone I meet. Much better, in my opinion, to spend your days building a little empire that will earn you money and spending some of that money on the most beautiful company that one could buy.
There's not much of normal living that I find palatable anymore, but I exist out of those times, nowdays. Is Texas even with the rest of the modern world? I haven't ever been - always kept to the coasts."
"Not this part of Texas," Cassidy said with a snorting laugh. "Bloody hell. They barely even had a Starbucks, d'you know what I mean?"
He contemplated Matt's face — the face he was still learning to associate with not Jesse — while he lowered his hands into his lap. He'd be holding onto the pipe, until such time as Matthew reached for it again.
"You must've had some run-ins with the sort of people who don't take kindly to what we are. Right? Four hundred years." At least. Matt had mentioned the 1600s, so he must have already been of an age in that century. "That's a hell of a long time to escape notice."
He contemplated Matt's face — the face he was still learning to associate with not Jesse — while he lowered his hands into his lap. He'd be holding onto the pipe, until such time as Matthew reached for it again.
"You must've had some run-ins with the sort of people who don't take kindly to what we are. Right? Four hundred years." At least. Matt had mentioned the 1600s, so he must have already been of an age in that century. "That's a hell of a long time to escape notice."
Matt scoffed, not doubting Cassidy's word in the slightest. The idea of a place like that existing at all was almost hilarious except he knew it was still true.
Quaint, really.
"Call it five hundred, I'm only a decade off." A dismissive wave of a hand came with it, despite the creeping look of pride in his eyes and the tilt of his smile that faded as he continued.
"Five centuries of knowing my place, is what it was. My world, our vampires, there's a lot of us and we've got our own society. Goes back to the dark ages. The Crusades? A full out offensive attack on the Kindred who thought they had the right to exist in the open, purging our kind in fire and sunlight, and countless humans who dare be accused by others to even know of us. Rules were set in place to protect us. Rules that get you killed if you break."
Matt took a shallow pull from his glass, shaking his head as he adjusted in his seat. It was a dark topic but that was his life. Any vampire's life and Matthew didn't expect or want any sympathy.
"So yes, I have, but I'm not ashamed to say how I handled it. Kill or be killed. A nasty business, cleaning up those messes, and I've been forced to run for my life.." He paused like he was counting and then added with a cheeky grin, "... though some messes involved avoiding the husband of very handsome housewives and high windows. The better times of it all, if you ask me."
He reached out then, gesturing for the pipe.
"Your place in Texas sounds like mine in Arizona. Empty, simple and mostly quiet when some new, passing neighbor kicks up dust?"
Quaint, really.
"Call it five hundred, I'm only a decade off." A dismissive wave of a hand came with it, despite the creeping look of pride in his eyes and the tilt of his smile that faded as he continued.
"Five centuries of knowing my place, is what it was. My world, our vampires, there's a lot of us and we've got our own society. Goes back to the dark ages. The Crusades? A full out offensive attack on the Kindred who thought they had the right to exist in the open, purging our kind in fire and sunlight, and countless humans who dare be accused by others to even know of us. Rules were set in place to protect us. Rules that get you killed if you break."
Matt took a shallow pull from his glass, shaking his head as he adjusted in his seat. It was a dark topic but that was his life. Any vampire's life and Matthew didn't expect or want any sympathy.
"So yes, I have, but I'm not ashamed to say how I handled it. Kill or be killed. A nasty business, cleaning up those messes, and I've been forced to run for my life.." He paused like he was counting and then added with a cheeky grin, "... though some messes involved avoiding the husband of very handsome housewives and high windows. The better times of it all, if you ask me."
He reached out then, gesturing for the pipe.
"Your place in Texas sounds like mine in Arizona. Empty, simple and mostly quiet when some new, passing neighbor kicks up dust?"
There was no pity in Cassidy's expression as he listened, and only a small measure of sympathy. Mostly, there was bemused curiosity. Kindred. Society. Those words in particular alluded to a world that was entirely foreign to him, and that he couldn't help finding suspect. Too many vampires in one place... well, there was a reason he preferred the company of mortals.
The bit about housewives and windows was met with a twitch of a smile, a breaking of the tension. Cassidy leaned forward to pass the pipe over, as silent and casual as Matthew had been in his request.
"You paint an accurate picture there, mate," he said as he sat back again, taking up his whiskey and resting the glass on his knee. "Quiet people livin' their quiet lives. I'll take normal —" His definition of normal, which he'd been quite comfortable with in Vegas, "— but quiet is just a coupla bridges too far. And there I am, expected to lay low in this nowhere of a place. It coulda been torture."
He took a slow sip from his glass, contemplating the various ways he might've gone mad if he hadn't been able to squirrel out the interesting corners of Annville.
The bit about housewives and windows was met with a twitch of a smile, a breaking of the tension. Cassidy leaned forward to pass the pipe over, as silent and casual as Matthew had been in his request.
"You paint an accurate picture there, mate," he said as he sat back again, taking up his whiskey and resting the glass on his knee. "Quiet people livin' their quiet lives. I'll take normal —" His definition of normal, which he'd been quite comfortable with in Vegas, "— but quiet is just a coupla bridges too far. And there I am, expected to lay low in this nowhere of a place. It coulda been torture."
He took a slow sip from his glass, contemplating the various ways he might've gone mad if he hadn't been able to squirrel out the interesting corners of Annville.
"Laying low is only tolerable if you have someplace to 'lay high' at. Paris was always my go to, until I was kicked out. Russia isn't bad either, though there are souls up there that would eat us alive for the fun of it and to stick the finger to the rest of them in principal.
Nice and quiet is a good cover. Too bad there aren't any holes or high ground here to throw ourselves around on. At least for me."
For all the fancy words and societal constructs, the Kindred were only a step above savage and not all of them had even that much. Matthew loved the rough and smooth contrast of them though, it echoed the life they all tried so desperately to recreate.
Nice and quiet is a good cover. Too bad there aren't any holes or high ground here to throw ourselves around on. At least for me."
For all the fancy words and societal constructs, the Kindred were only a step above savage and not all of them had even that much. Matthew loved the rough and smooth contrast of them though, it echoed the life they all tried so desperately to recreate.
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