best thing to happen 2 ur mom since high-school

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

@highvamp69

Correct!! Good to see someone around here knows how to treat a woman right

My wife is the best

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

Third person pov cause idk how else to start it but I’ll switch to first later

Paul was under the weather, anyone could tell. Though Paul’s condition wasn’t caused by a cold no, he never go those. His state of deteriorating health was caused by nostalgia. His old friends when he was a human. The sun on his skin. All the highly borderline dangerous things that populated the Great Depression. Maybe it was this that made the cave so empty even if everyone was home, sleeping. The usual infectious energy Paul once carried was gone. It felt odd, uneasy even.

First person now lololololol

It was mid day and everyone was sleeping, well with the sole exception of myself. My mind raced with so many thoughts it hurt. My hands twisted as I played with a switch in hand, not even bothering to flitch at the small gashes being my inflicted on my fingers, after all they’d heal sometime or another.

The view of the suns glow from my nest was beautiful. Seagulls twisted together with the clouds. I wished for the days back when I would freely walk in it without the fear of being burnt to a crisp.

@ihavetohaveyou @bloodsucking-jaguar @immortal-rebel @phoenixonamotorcycle an anyone ealse who’d like to interact aswell :))

“𝕸ind if I join you?”

David had woken up unexpectedly today, could’ve been sheer coincidence…eh, could’ve also been hearing Paul’s grumbling too…Didn’t take long for the eldest to notice he wasn’t asleep where he was supposed to be either-Must’ve moved somewhere else. When he found the boy he was laying in the nest staring up at the sun, beautiful enough to shine a light on him, distant enough not to burn…Playing around with a weapon like it was just a toy.

“You ok over there, Paul?” He asked in that cryptic cadence he always talked in, eyebrows furrowed as he layed down beside him, carefully-not to disturb him. “You look like shit.” He chuckled, nudging Paul on the arm. But, underneath that facade of playfulness flashed concern in his eyes. Didn’t like seeing him like this, if it wasn’t an unfamiliar sight by now. Their rowdy stoner was being a little too sober for comfort, the hit of weed not even being enough.

David’s eyes darted to the gashes, sighing quietly to not wake anyone else up. Being a leader meant saying difficult things sometimes…“You know that’s not gonna work. They’ll just close up. They always do.” He spoke half to himself and half to Paul, an air of unspoken experience with every word he spoke. That’s the thing with vampires, never knew if one of them was clean or not. “And you’ll still feel exactly the same as you do now. I’ve been where you are.” He points at the weapon in question. “Now give it here.”

“You’re being haunted by the past…Having regrets.” He said as a statement, not a question. The older vampire didn’t always get it…how the other boys could still be weighed down by the lives they left-It all seemed so far away ago now for him, at least that’s what he always said to himself. But, he never minded listening.

“Yeah no fucking shit” he spat uncharacteristically sharp. He flipped the blade closed and tossed it to the blond standing at the foot of the nest. The aforementioned wounds decorating Paul’s skin tuned pink then blended into his fingers as if nothing even happened.

Paul’s eyes narrowed as he sneered, “What do you even care?” He tuned to lay on his side, face engulfed in the glow of the sun, slowly but surely cooking him. “All you care about is that Micheal kid.” Maybe it was that Paul knew the pain of falling for an Emerson and have your heart broken and he didn’t want it to happen to David. or Maybe it was that Paul was just jealous. Either way he was about to blow.

“𝕽elax.” He cooed, being about as patient and calculating with his words as he could be. Wasn’t trying to be condescending if it came off that way, was just how the older vampire knew how to deal with the younger ones in the bunch. “I got you…Look at me: this isn’t about Michael or anyone else for that matter, Paul. This is about you and why you’re trying to cook yourself up like a piece of chicken.” His voice growing more stern as he went on.

David went and grabbed the blade Paul threw, waving it around in the air and giving it a little twirl in his hand before cutting a jagged line into his own palm. “It’s a sacrifice to love someone…cutting a part of yourself out to give to someone else, never knowing if you’ll get it back…” He turned his palm over, letting a little blood drip onto the nest. “If it’ll be with them forever…Do you think I’d be laying here with ya if I didn’t want to? Michael doesn’t change that. Never could. Is that it?” His face grew more playful. “Jealous of the new guy? It’s nothing new around here! All the other boys have got used to it…the growing pains…” David thought he always knew what the others were or should be feeling, that he could always provide a quick enough fix to stop the pain for his boys…

“I can’t read your mind, Paul.”

“I know david” Paul mumbled, running his hand over his boiled face as it quickly reassembled, revealing small tears pricking his cheeks. “It’s just that marko is always wrapped up in another project and I barely feel as if we even talk, Dwayne is always with laddie, and you.” He paused, “you’re always with Mike. Don’t get me wrong I think he’s a great guy but I-i don’t want to be left behind again.” The normal rasp in his voice turning into a croak as the tears on his face became more prominent.

𝕯avid didn’t look at Paul if he didn’t want to be looked at, knowing better than to cause him that kind of trouble. Instead, he sat and listened to all the youngest had to say about what he was feeling right now, trying to find an easy solution for it.

“You’re afraid of being left behind.” He repeated, thinking of him and the other boys. They never had the closest relationship-him and Paul. Dwayne and David had known each other the longest, the two eldests…the most settled into this life, Dwayne also played big brother a lot to Laddie too…Marko was always making things, for all of the boys but especially him. Wasn’t hard to see they were close in their own way…Always bossing the boy around in the way he liked. And Michael was something different entirely for the oldest of the pack. Didn’t leave a whole lot of room for just him and Paul, the youngest still needing someone most. For David the past was so far away, something that shouldn’t be a weight on his shoulders anymore, Paul still hasn’t begun to process that weight on himself much less have someone to help carry it for him…

When the leader wasn’t good with words…with expressing his feelings…He was known to take action. In this case it wasn’t an apology, but laying back down to embrace Paul, flinching and hissing, but ultimately ignoring the burns his hands were taking to continue to keep him close, saying words of encouragement in the moment.

“I’m not gonna leave you behind just ‘cause something new comes around, Paul. You drank and now? We share a connection thicker than the blood flowing between us…Things’ll come and go, I can’t promise they won’t. But, this…us…we’re in it forever and if I have to wait here til you see that, if that’s what it takes of us, then I’ll lay here with ya til the end.”

Paul deep down knew everyone loved him but there was still doubt in his heart. He had always craved attention from everyone important to him but sadly back when he was human he didn’t always get the attention. He was supposed to be a man, not a wuss who leaned on someone for help.

“𝕰h, a life worth living is a life with you and the boys…” David started stroking Paul’s hair as he nestled up closer. “It’s the cost of the way we are, letting go…But we have each other and I’m not letting go of you-I’m holding on tonight.”

The older vampire gave him a gentle smile, gone as quick as it came. “You’re here because I knew you were special…That you belonged. Wouldn’t be here with us if I thought you weren’t worthy of all I’ve given you, Paul. Just a little blinded by the life that didn’t deserve you. We all go through it. Doesn’t make Dwayne, Marko, or I any less worthy of being among the few.”

“Mess has its charms to it.” He said, watching Paul closely as he pulled away a little bit. “Every one of us has our mess…our quirks…Even me.” David teased. “But, time heals all wounds in the end.”

𝕯avid laughed at Paul trying to wipe his tears off on him. “Now why would you do that? That’s gonna be a bitch to clean up! Well, guess you made your mark today on this shirt…” He rolled his eyes but there was no bite to it, not really. “Shakespeare might be dead but we’re not and that has to count for something in this world, doesn’t it?”

The older vampire hugged him back, keeping him firmly in his grasp as long as he needed him to, face softening more than he’d like to admit at Paul’s words. “Mean the world to me too, Paul.” He responded, a little softer and warmer than the leader normally was when he helped out with his boys.

𝕯avid takes a dramatic sniff of the air. “Nah, probably just you trying to cook yourself earlier…” He snarks playfully, more than a little relieved to the see the old Paul shining through again. “Bet you wouldn’t even taste that good…as barbecue…You taste just fine on a normal day.” He winked with a wicked smile. “Could go out and get barbecue later…When it’s a little bit safer for us…good choice.”

𝕯avid’s face scrunches up slightly, eyes wide as his eyes dart around, scratching his head and pretending to think about the question. “Hmm, you drive a hard bargain there, Paul.”

“Well, I can’t say no to that face can I?” He smiles finally. “Wouldn’t be right of me…Really do know how to pick ‘em…a good meal, huh?”

“𝕬nd I would say the same too.” David crooned, praising Paul. “It is, isn’t it? Cooking…We all need a good hobby or two to stay afloat in the world and yours doesn’t just taste good. It’s a gift…there’s an art to it…” He formed a circle with his thumb and index finger, making the ok hand gesture before taking the younger vampire’s hand in his.

“𝕯on’t hear me disagreeing with you.” David smiled as their hands swayed. “Never said I didn’t, Paul. You know I do…Wouldn’t let you call me ‘Davy’ if I couldn’t stand you-” There was a fondness in his voice in spite of the snark.

The older vampire thought long and hard about it before continuing on. “Eh, your choice. Surprise me.” His face grew more serious. “I trust ya. Haven’t ever let me down before.” David’s voice softened. “Not in the ways that count.”