#misledtale

❛ Holding grudges? ❜ comes the echoed question, coated in amused bewilderment in spite of his best efforts to keep his usual serenity. He gently shakes his head no, hides his hands in the pockets of his slacks. ❛ I used to. When I was younger and stupider and significantly easier to influence into senseless violence and murder. ❜ A pause, during which he offers a shrug in @misledtale's direction as well as a subtle smile. ❛ Younger as a vampire, that is. ❜

it took far too long for that fire to die down; that much, he remembers clearly. Sunlight is agonizing, or at least it was, but there's nothing that compares to a pyre the origin of which was nowhere else but within. At the very least, that second youth is long past: in a sense, loneliness was, to him, the balm that so many others consider hellish and unfathomable.

❛ Now, I find they aren't worth the energy expenditure. Besides, after such a lengthy life, if that habit still persisted and I held a grudge against those that wronged me, I'd have no time to rest. It would've made for a bloodier existence, too. ❜ his smile at Louis widens ever slightly, but it's enough for the corners of his eyes to crease. ❛ And it's in my best interest to avoid such a thing. ❜

@misledtale : SPOTIFY WRAPPED ... No. 69 : Take Me to the River by Talking Heads.

“𝓣hink  of  all  the  things  we  could  have  had!”  His  voice  nearly  cracks,  ᴿᴵᴾᴾᴵᴺᴳ  through  the  space  between  them  and  cutting  the  silence.  The  room  was  then  devoid  of  noise,  that  same  silence  settling  like  a  layer  of  dust  as  a  breath  expanded  his  lungs;  his  composure  like  a  shattered  ᴹᴵᴿᴿᴼᴿ  trying  to  hold  itself  in  place.