* half of / my sins !

behati had been to countless new year’s eve parties, and even though they all seemed to blend into one another with a series of similar events taking place - booze, drama and hookups, they were still something to look forward to. there had always been some sort of blood shed at the end of the parties she usually attended, with a few killings here and there, but with the island being a safe haven and all, she would probably have to make do without it. It was also a good place to touch up on her information, the brunette liked to make sure she was up to date with every detail of, well, anything really. where she lacked in skill she liked to make up for in secrets. picking up a glass of champagne, she turned to the person who had just walked up next to her, bee’s soft dark waves framing her face. “You know, New Year’s Eve’s parties are one my favourite nights of the year because the good thing about these parties is anything goes, because, well, it’s new year’s. Shame there won’t be a decent bite to eat later, but hey, safety and all, right?”

edmund has been in countless of new years, so another one this year was not something he was looking forward to. especially by the fact that there’s no one to eat here but it was a great disguise, this place was, the hunters won’t think he’d go here because of the food supply, or the lack thereof. he got a couple of blood bags from the nearest supply shop and brought it at the new year’s party, might as well have fun while he was here. he started to sip on the first blood bag, mhm, type AB, his favorite. he certainly did not expect to be talked to so early in his arrival and so he gave the other a do-over, straw from the blood bag on his mouth, his lips glistening with blood. ‘ i’d take a blood bag over champagne anytime of the year. ’ he commented, his head tilting over to her glass. ‘ what do you think happens here without a little bloodbath? ’

“Really?” Maybe it was only because this was all so new to her, but immortality didn’t seem quite real yet. At least not for her. “How long?” How long even was a long time for vampires, when there was no set end for them? “I guess they all are, each one just seems like even faster.”

he glared at the other for her questions, sucking on his cigarette yet again, before speaking, smoke following his words, ‘ do you really need to know how long is a long time? ’

“You should know you don’t have to be mean just because you don’t celebrate something.” Micah made a face, annoyed for the briefest of moments before schooling their features into something much more neutral.

Ah, the joys of customer service. Even though Eddie was no customer, their relationship far more tangled than that.

“Most of it, yeah.” They glanced behind them, at the wall. “My assistant makes the muffins,” Gestured with one hand, “And we split some of the breads between us.”

edmund shrugged as a response, continuing eating the bread he had on his hand, still walking around the well-lit shop. ‘ it doesn’t change my opinion about it. ’ he spoke, his mouth full of bread. edmund was glad that micah had found something to do in this town, he did not want the other to be thinking about why he was here so compelling him that someone wanted to kill him in his original town was the best reason for him to get away with him. ‘ how long does it take to make all of this? ’

“I already checked three times, fuck me if I had that many typos.” It was times like this that reminded Georgia she wasn’t cut out for a job — or much else. Especially one that required dealing with people. “Did I say the doctor was fucking wrong? I’m asking if you’re sure it’s gone through.”

edmund had started tapping his foot in frustration, annoyed at this pharmacist who doesn’t even look like she was trying at all. ‘ do you fucking think i check them if they did their job right? they’re fucking supposed to do it right. ’ he almost exclaimed. ‘ just get me the fucking gabpento or whatever it fucking is. ’

“Well yeah, I guess after a while. Have you lived a long time?” She hadn’t thought much about that aspect of her transformation. How long would she live now? “It’s just been quick, this year.”

‘ a long time is a fucking understatement. ’ he spoke, trying to open another cigarette. ‘ you’ll learn every year is quick, now. ’ he added, blowing puff away from his lips.

“You sure about that one?” Georgia glanced over the computer again, typing in the information for a second time and looking for the prescription. “It’s not coming up.”

‘ maybe you should look closer? maybe you had typos? ’ he suggested, shrugging, annoyed that the other seemed to be non-accommodating. ‘ and it’s a fucking prescription, why would the doctor be fucking wrong? ’

“Consider it a late Christmas present. Or a really late Hanukkah present. Yule’s still going on, so I’m on time for that, but-” 

They were babbling. Good Lord were they babbling.

“You look like you need the pick-me-up, that’s all.” In reference to the baked good in their hands, holding it up as a peace offering. “I promise we’ve done more testing than Willy Wonka ever did.”

edmund swore that he almost regretted letting micah open a bakery. but anything for his witch i guess. if he had to compel to join him whereever, he might as well indulge the other with their own pleasures in life, he didn’t want compulsion to control his loyalty.

‘ you should know christmas is for freaks. ’ he spoke as he bit into the bread he just took from a shelf. ‘ and this tastes good. did you bake this all? ’ he asked, his head tilting in reference to the baked goods behind him. 

in all honestly, edmund always looked like he needed a good pick me up, but micah always provided him with that excuse, as he never stopped talking at all.

“It’s really almost New Years already, huh?”

‘ well if you’re immortal, that’s just another year. ’

“Hey sugar, ya feel like helping a girl out?” Batting her eyelids at the passerby, used to getting her own way with a smile and a flirt. “If ya do a good enough job I might even make it worth ya while.”

edmund had his eyebrow raised, he had to be somewhere. he nibbled on the cigarette sticking from his mouth as he contemplated the other’s request, thinking that maybe indulging her might be worth his while. ‘ sure, love. what do you need me to do? ’