#deathbetweenmyteeth

          HE  COMES  BARGING  THROUGH  that damn door like he’s got big news, chest rising and falling rapidly as if he ran all the way here. which, to be fair, he did -- but he won’t admit that. he immediately flops down on the bed, damn near spread eagle across damian’s lap. HE’S STONED, which is clear in his eyes, and he does nothing to hide it. ❝ i demand attention, which i will take in several different forms. ❞ how can you resist that sweet, southern drawl ? 

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Margaret Baker. Brooklyn, New York. 1926. 

With the prohibition in full swing, sinners and rebels often congregated beneath gritty streets in speakeasy’s——————— places such as this were obsolete in modern times. Sarah often found herself down there, and although there was no escape from the grey aura that had cloaked the decade, she certainly felt better surrounded by these people. 

But especially Margaret, who had been oh so captivating at the tender age of 20; always the life of the party as a dancer with a free spirit.

Sarah had fallen in love with the woman almost instantly and felt the need to know her, to truly know her. They’d grown exceptionally close in such a short amount of time, and against all odds and what might’ve been considered immoral or taboo at the time, Sarah’s feelings for Margaret were reciprocated. 

The two were lovers in a time where the country was layered in depression; Sarah will always remember her fondly, forever grateful for the joy Margaret brought into her life. But as free spirits often do, Margaret eventually left; she wanted to see the world, to really experience all it had to offer, and Sarah could do nothing to stop her——————— she didn’t want to anyways. 

Over the years, the two kept in contact, and Sarah remained as in love with her as ever, watching the vivacious lady grow old while Sarah remaining the same; immortal, and unchanging. 

The last time Sarah saw her alive was when she went to visit Margaret in the hospital, some time in the late 70′s. An elder woman was she, yet having maintained a fiery spirit and knowing well her time was coming to an end, Margaret remained full of happiness; satisfied with the life she’d lived. The two said their final goodbyes that day. 

A bittersweet moment.

Sarah attended the funeral of Mrs. Margaret Henderson ( nee Baker ), on August 23rd, 1979. It was a beautiful day, really. 

Alice had been digging around for a while, hoping she’d be able to find what she was looking for. It took a while and some patience, but eventually she was walking back to their “campsite” -- aka an old, abandoned house -- with a box in hand. Seeing as Damian was likely still sleeping, she set it down once she was inside and grinned, actually pretty proud of herself. 

When she noticed him starting to wake up, she pushed the box closer to him with her foot. Inside were some canvases, brushes, and some paint. 

 “  I’m  not  drunk , tell  you  why !!  police  officers  can’t   get  drunk . Fact . We  have  —— we  have  —— KIDNEYS of  steel . “ 

              THE  APARTMENT  FELT  TOO  EMPTY , Carrie’s  small intoxicated  brain  was  too  slow  to work  out  that  it  was  because  Pandora  was  supposed  to  be  there , she’d  probably  panic  in  the  morning  but  for  now , her  definitely  drunk  ass  was  just  concentrated  on  talking  to  Damian  &&  making  sure  that  he  knew  she  was  sober. 

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“Every once in a while,” he said, taking the glass happily, “we have to put on our best Bela Lugosi.”

Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply of the blood and appreciated its fresh aroma. They had attendants, though Damian usually drank from bags. When Mother was around, it was always live. 

“But what I meant was... life’s easy when you don’t even realize your shit isn’t together.”

He’d been dealing with some rogue nests, sending Darkstar out to clean up vampiric messes. Toby had even led a raid. It had become personal and the little guy was clearly frazzled. 

“Damian, did I ever tell you of my time as hashashin?”