#v!phil

“Uh… Phil, what are you- how did you even get up there?” She still wore their dress from the ball, not yet having the chance to change back to their usual hunting outfit, though her mask was nowhere to be seen. “Do you- do you, uhm, need help down?”

Phil jumped, folding wings back into his cloak,

Phil jumped, was that… his own voice?

Turning around, he spotted… himself? The man looked slightly different from him of course, but it was undeniably a version of himself.

Phil slumped against a wall, sighing softly to himself.

why the hell did he even do this?

He pulled his cloak a little tighter around himself and closed his eyes, keeping himself aware for any footsteps heading his way..

He could always abandon ship if needs be... it wasn't that hard to just turn into a bat and sneak out.

(be mindful of spoilers)

Phil stared at Oakhurst.

He hated this place, it's taken so much from him, and so many others.

And yet... he was staying because of the two young vampires he'd promised he wouldn't abandon.

There were others who also remained; He caught glimpses of Cleo and Pearl every so often, and the graves that had been dug for those who died were often visited as well.

...

Phil's camp was messy from the chaos of the past week, and he could tell someone had ransacked it at some point in time. Though, he'd hardly been near it in the insanity, having let himself go just a bit too much (if his white hair and red eyes were anything to go off of)

he didn't mind his hunting gear being gone too much either. whichever poor soul had taken it probably needed it more than he needed it now.

he was done with hunting, at least for the next couple decades.

Philza, My impression of you is that you are a trustworthy and honest man. If I am wrong then I shall sorely regret writing this letter. Meet me at the forest cliff in two night's time. I have to show you something. Please take time to come. I need help. We're in trouble. In worry, Mirai

Phil read and reread the letter, nodding to himself and making his way back to his small encampment to double-check his supplies before making his way to the cliff, a small amount of worry worming it's way into his gut.

Out of the trees steps... a child? No, a teenager, looking no more than 16. Her eyes are blood red, her skin just tan enough not to be alarmingly pale, and her hair blonde with black bangs. Mirai keeps a distance from the man she has figured out is a hunter, eyeing him with suspicion.

"What are you doing here?" She speaks up, her voice stern and commanding.

Phil blinks, surprised.

“What am I doing here?”

He paused for a moment,

“Scouting the forest. Though I suppose I could ask you the same.”

He frowns a little at her supposed age. A teenaged vampire was… disheartening.

Phil leaned against a wall, wine glass in hand and feeling happier than usual. He surveyed the crowd with amusement, taking in the dancing and festivities. it sure was nice to get away from all the chaos for once.

Taking another sip of his wine, he hummed to the tune of the music playing as you walked over.

“I’ve kept my promise, now you keep yours.

As much as I hate dislike don’t exactly trust you right now, I don’t want you to starve to death from your own stubbornness, so please just eat the food I’m giving you.

-@cherri-fire-of-the-vsmp-variety”