#arcanigenum

John stands there with mouth open and his laundry basket still under his right arm, their landlord, Mr. Bogart or what was left of the man was on the floor between washing machines, pummeled, mauled and blood.. lots of damn blood everywhere and Jacques standing there, covered in blood and gore and equally surprised.

He put down the paper bags he was carrying on the kitchen table and started to unpack them. There was a few bottles of wine along with bread and various groceries he thought Jac might need to refill his pantry and fridge, all Jac’s favorites. The only thing missing was the constantly requested garlic bread which Måns stubbornly refused to get him. 

Starter for @arcanigenum - Calvin

Having been around for far longer than he dared to count, 216 - he was 216 years old and 27 days, he had met a lot of people. Always careful to keep them at arm's length because he knew the pain of losing someone close to him. They say things got easier with age but Harry didn’t see it, so he had learned to not let people too close to him because he knew, sooner or later, they would die too.

But, over the last century, he’d also met a few curious people and good friends. He’d also come to accept that no matter how long he lived there would still be mysteries in this world and he would never know them all until they stared him right in the face. It wasn’t the first time he saw someone he was certain he’d met before. Someone that, by all logic, should actually be dead. Last he’d heard at least, he’d drowned (he didn’t remember who had told him, but someone had mentioned it), not died of old age which would have been the next fact he was presented with.

He had been staring long enough for it to draw attention, especially since he moved a bit back and forth with the moving crowd at the bar to be able to see. Once eye contact was established he slightly tilted his head as if to ask if it was actually Calvin he saw and not just someone who happened to look very much like him. In the end, he decided he was right, and if not then he could play it off somehow as a mistaken identity or maybe a flirt. 

@arcanigenum​ || meme continuation || from here.

“You’re not going to suffocate in your sleep.” Raised brows and the look on Paul’s face say it all. You baby. Arms cross over his chest and he leans against the doorframe just watching the man fall apart into ‘fuck’s and utter pouting. But then he squints, head tilted as seagreen eyes observe him closer. “Do you need to go outside? Or is this just...you not wanting to be in here? It’s safe here and you can rest. Looks like you could use it. But if outside is where you NEED to be? Then....” He takes some steps away from the doorframe and swings a hand towards the outside.

Memes for that specific brand of ships from here

Rick joined Benji on the floor, still panting from the fight and adrenaline before while the blood of Benjis victims was spreading slowly all over the floor. For a while they just sat there in silence, not even looking at each other and just trying to calm their breaths. After easing their heartbeats, the back of their hands brushed against each other, Ricks pinky gently wrapping around the other mans and watching if he would pull away. He didn’t, but his piercing eyes went over to his side to catch Ricks sight and the blue eyed man knew he would say something he might not know how to answer to.

“Why aren’t you scared of me?” Benji asked and only made Rick scoff while the back of his head leaned against the cold wall. “You really think this scares me?” His free hand gestured at the bodies in front of them while his lips only formed a gentle grin. “Blood and murder will never scare me, I worked with this for years, you forgot that? Besides that, I thought I told you: the only thing I’m scared of is myself. But this? You? Never.” To underline his words, he laced their hands and placed them on his lap to pull him slightly closer. “Just because I used to be on the other side, doesn’t mean you scare me. In fact... I feel safer around you than I feel all by myself.” It was the truth, a truth Rick discovered already weeks ago before he even witnessed the shit that went on when Benji was alone. In fact it rather felt like Rick could influence his actions, not only by choosing who he would go after, but helping him by cleaning up the mess. And somehow the blood and bodies they got rid off at night distracted him from the thoughts that came after him usually. Whenever he washed away the stains of blood under the shower at 3 am in the morning, it felt like pure freedom. Washing away sins and memories like nothing could hurt them and he definitely didn’t want to give this feeling away again.

“You wouldn’t hurt me.” he tried to assert in a confident voice as he leaned in closer to the other man and wiped away the sweaty strain from his forehead. “And even if, pain doesn’t scare me. I can protect myself if I want. So there’s nothing for me to be afraid of. Not when I’m with you.”