#thiiirdborn

a    low    haze    of    smoke    floats    in    the    air    between    them    as    2D    puffs    eagerly    at    the    joint    between    stick    -    thin    fingers.            ❝    s'gotta    be    loads    more    exciting    than    anyf'ing    i've    got    goin'    on    today.    ❞            which    is    actually    mostly    true.        he    supposes    there's    always    something    to    do        ──────        another    instrument    to    pick    up    ,        another    party    to    stumble    into    ,        another    stranger    to    shag        ──────        but    the    honest    truth    is    that    he's    feeling    far    too    unmotivated    to    go    out    of    his    way    and    find    one.        this    option    ,        basically    offering    itself    up    on    a    silver    platter    ,        is    much    better    suited    for    his    current    drive.        or    ,        more    accurately    ,        his    lack    there    of.            ❝    an'    i've    never    been    on    the    other    end    of    a    deal    before.        s'like    ,        er        ...        i'm    jesse    an'    you're    heisenberg    ,        yeah    ?    ❞            a    self    -    satisfied    snicker    as    he    steals    another    drag    from    the    spliff    ,        passing    the    burning    roach    back    to    lennon    with    a    weak    cough.        the    potency    of    the    other's    stash    is    one    of    the    many    factors    that    keep    2D    coming    back        ──────        the    much    -    needed    company    another    added    bonus.            ❝    oh    ,        but    before    i    forget    ,        i've    got    to    pick    up        ...        i    brought    money    wiv'    me    an'    everyf'ing.    ❞            long    arms    move    to    dig    through    his    pockets    ,        finally    fishing    out    the    ratty    ,        worn    leather    of    his    wallet.                                                                

@thiiirdborn 

    Louis lowered his head a moment, his untidy, ebony curls falling forward to obscure his face, narrowing it to a pale streak, impossible to read, until he raised it again, and his gaze met Lennon’s directly. He wondered how much this young man understood, or guessed at. If he had wanted to, he could search his mind for the answer, but Louis had always found that habit profoundly rude. He resisted the urge, and began, instead, speaking in that ever-soft, accented voice of his. “And you? Do you mean to say that you belong in such places as this?” Louis’ long fingers spread, made a brief sweeping gesture. “Perhaps neither of us should be here,” he added, both conceding the point, and offering a playful retort. A vampire certainly had more reason to roam the back streets in search of prey than a mortal young man, but Louis could hardly argue the point. To a passer by, they would both seem out of place. Louis, after all, had been only twenty-four when he was born to darkness, and he had few of the tendencies other vampires possessed in terms of indulging their vanity; he dressed simply, plainly. His legs were long, dark, black spokes in their jeans, his sweater a shapeless, woollen mass. All the dignity of his person was contained in his unusually upright posture, and in the undeniable grace with which he thoughtlessly moved. He didn’t care for the velvet of the frills that, possessed by nostalgia, many of his kind wore. 

(  her  brows  raise  before  a  sputter  of  saccharine  laughter  floods  the  hollow  of  her  mouth.  )  it’s  true  that  blush  finds  the  apples  of  cheeks  now,  but  it’s  his  fumble  of  words  that  have  coaxed  it  there.  if  this  were  a  year  ago,  she  would  be  blushing  for  an  entirely  different  reason.  she’d  cut  out  those  words,  paste  them  in  an  order  she  likes  the  look  of  in  the  back  of  her  head  -  she’d  take  it  as  a  blundered  confession  of  how  he  really  feels.  (  now,  however,  she  doesn’t  allow  her  brain  to  move  in  that  direction.  )  their  relationship  is  platonic  in  it’s  purest  form.  @thiiirdborn​​,  though  gorgeous  and  still  bringing  blush  to  her  cheeks,  is  one  of  her  best  friends  in  the  world.          “i’ll  keep  that  in  mind  for  one  of  these  days  when  i  truly  lose  it.”        a  grin,          “you  know  how  some  people  have  dream  boards?  i’ve  got  one  of  those,  only  for  murder.    for  legal  reasons,  this  is  a  joke,  but,  i’m  saying  i  could  probably  do  with  a  little  legal  assistance  in  the  future.  you  know,  in  case.”