bitter oblivion

“Mmmm, something like that,” Tsuga said with a snort of amusement. “But you don’t have to tell me. I guess I wonder who else catches your attention a little.” they smiled, a little chuckling parting their lips when Pyxis’ gave them another little kiss. “Of course. If I’m keeping you busy, no one else gets to.” they winked. “It’s the master plan.” they patted Pyxis’ leg. “I’m only half joking, but I do mean it as a joke. I know you’re pretty popular.”

Pyxis couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that, pulling away from Tsuga some to give them a bit of breathing room once more. He snorted. “Not as popular as I am infamous,” he joked. “Most people just know me because I have a big mouth and I’m fine with people hating me for it.” A smug grin sat on his face.

Jett pouted a bit at his grip on her wrist, though by now she knew Pyxis could read her like a book, even when she teased. Humming against his lips she looked into his eyes, smiling softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she mewed, smirk growing. She huffed as he pulled her close, the molded to his sighed with no fuss, eyes fluttering close. “Are you sweet, North Star,” she whispered, nuzzling her nose against his jaw she smiled. “I love you,” she really didn’t say it often enough, not that Pyxis needed the validation, nor her, she knew they loved each other, they’ve said it enough to know, but on rare occasions, like tonight where the night felt special in away she would utter the words. Slowly moving to brush his hair from his face she looked into his eyes. “I think we should skip the plans you had for me, we haven’t really just cuddled all night in awhile,” she stroked his jaw a bit. “We can save it for tomorrow night, yeah?”

Pyxis hummed and arched his back, a muted grunt leaving him at the pops that came from his joints. “And you, I” He murmured in response, free hand moving up to trace her jawline with his index finger. The older vampire made a soft noise, puffing his lip out in a heavy pout. “And here I thought that was the only reason you invited me back.” He joked, lifting his head up an inch to glance around at the floor of the room. “Yeah, it’s fine. I missed just this, too. Plus... uh. Having Jovi in the same room is a little off putting. Hard to have sex when a lil’ cat is watching.”

“… let’s not talk about him.”

“If I missed every human I came into contact with, I’d be sobbing for years. He’s only human, he’s going to die some day, anyways. Sure, he’s not a bad guy. I don’t hate him. I just cannot mourn the loss of a creature whose lifespan is so small.”

“... that’s the thing. I don’t even know if it’s my past or just,,, weird ass nightmares. I just think it’s my past because, well... it’s the only thing that makes sense. When I add up the ones where I get hurt to scars I have, it links up. That and the fact that I speak all the languages that I know so easily. It is weird. Really, really weird. It makes me feel like someone is just playing with my mind.”

“You ever seen a grown man do a death drop? Come dancing with me with, you’ll have fun.”

“Mmm… this’ll sound mundane, but walking around and pretending like I’m apart of a functioning society is nice. I don’t remember ever fitting in with humans, you see, so… this, in the town, is nice.”

“Eh... I really didn’t have a choice. I yearned for the kind of freedom Russian provided, and only in a town designed for my kind was I going to be able to get it. I don’t really regret it. I only wish it wasn’t such a hassle” 

Hm... interesting choices. 

Fuck - Glimmer. She’s pretty, I can’t deny that. Not a bad conversation partner, either. I’m always a fun of getting to have a good chat after sex.

Marry - Ah.... Calista. I can’t kill her, now can I fuck her. Because I’m filed her away as “Tsuga’s fae friends kind of sister friend”. So... that’d just be awkward.

“True,” Flynn said with a nod. “It’s either others, or themselves. We’re all just trying to survive.” he looked down at his hands absently, at the scars he still bore from that kidnapping, or whatever it was. Now he knew it had to have been Christopher Thorne, or maybe his apprentice, behind it all. That was pretty scary. “Mmmm, does it make it easier?” he looked at Pyxis. “I like to be hopeful that my son will have a good future…but maybe that’s too much to ask for, huh?”

Pyxis thought for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. “It never hurts to be realist.” He said, looking at Flynn with an amused expression. When his eyes slid down to follow the human’s gaze, he pressed his lips into a line, but still said nothing. “Easier isn’t the right word.” He sighed, turning back toward the river. “It’s more... underwhelming, if anything else.”

💕- A memory about their significant other

“Since I gave one about Jett, I should give one about Tsuga, since they are my husband after all. In December, when I came back from Spain, from the moment they saw me until the moment I left, they never let go of me. We were cuddling in their bed and rolling around for two whole fuckin’ days! And when we weren’t, we were right next to each other in the kitchen or whatever.”

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

“There’s a… bittersweet feeling I get whenever I see the few pictures of my coven that I own or read the journals I filled from back then. I was so happy with them, despite the chaos that was Russia at that time. We were happy. Now, whenever I have to interact with them, it’s just filled with anger and I always turn volatile.”

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

“Tsuga really hates it when I text them throughout the night when they’re trying to sleep. They especially hate it when I try to call them. They actually picked up one night, and spent a good five minutes tiredly yelling at me in Japanese about something with changing the paintings in their gallery the day after and needing sleep. But they ended the call with a kissing noise! I’m a hundred percent sure they don’t remember this, because they would have said something by now if they did. But, listen, I remember exactly how that kissy sound sounded. And it was adorable.”

💟- Wildcard!!!

“Recently, I started reading some cheap poetry books that I bought in bulk off Amazon. It’s… interesting, to say the least. I tend to be a bit of a literature snob, so I stay away from the shit that’s directed toward teenagers and other young adults. Some of them are actually pretty decent… I only wish they were rough drafts, because then I could appreciate them more for being good starts instead of a finished, polished product.”

💕- A memory about their significant other

“When Jett sleeps, she’s sort of… well. She sleeps passionately, I’ll say that. She ends up looking kind of gross through out the day and always makes me laugh when I see her really dead asleep. But it’s cute. Especially one time, when I’ve woken up from a bad dream and she’s got me in a crushing hug, mumbling away about some random bullshit. Her hair was everywhere, as where her limbs. I was tempted to take a picture… but I’m not that evil.”

❣- A memory that leaves them laughing

“A few months ago, Theo told me that he’s never watched Twilight before in his life. Which I, personally, think is a capital offence, as it’s clearly one of the best trashy vampire movies ever made. We took a few hours and sat in my living room watching it together. He made the stupidest noises whenever the movie got vampires wrong, and couldn’t understand how a vampire would sparkle in the first place. His questions made me laugh every damn time, ‘cause the kid just couldn’t understand how it could be so wrong.”

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

“Sometimes I go to Jett’s house just to see her cat, Jovi. He’s a cute lil’ thing and flat out loves me. Whenever I come over, he demands to be held and petted. An attention whore, he is. But the best is when I’m just laying on her bed, everything smells like her and he’s laying on my chest, purring away... it’s a very wholesome moment for me, because usually animals don’t enjoy a vampire’s presence, but there are a select few that don’t mind us.”

💔- A memory that leaves them feeling lonely

“When I came to America in the 80′s, I was in a completely different side of the world with no companions, poor English and no idea where I was going to go from there. I spent most of my time alone, in a shoddy, barely sunlight-proofed apartment in Atlanta. I had just come from what used to be a loving coven. Coming from a country where I knew the terrain, the culture, the language... to sitting alone in that two-room apartment, after just losing the love of my life was the loneliest I’ve ever felt in my entire life.”

💘- A memory that gets their heart pounding

“None! I have no heart. Hah, all jokes aside. When I still hunted humans outside of this place, it was one of the most exhilarating feelings in my life. Ask any traditionalist what it’s like to drink directly from a human, how it feels to have their life coursing through their veins and onto your tongue, the natural warmth, the smell... there’s a reason some vampires go mad, you know.”

💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

“I had plans to turn him- my love. I was going to turn him and we were going to run away together to America. Can you believe it? It was the height of the cold war, and here we were, two Soviet men, wanting to run away to the enemy’s country. But... a few nights before we had planned to leave, one of the members of my own coven took his life. Snapped his neck clean- right before my eyes. I still remember all the details, how his bones sounded when they snapped, the life leaving from his eyes, the silence that flowed when he hit the ground. I would have cried then, had it not been for the rage that clouded my judgement. I suppose that I... make up for it now by crying when I think about it.”