#vampire grimsley

‪Physically 25 years old, was turned about 180 years ago (Victorian Era).‬

Powers include:

-levitation

-immortality

-shapeshifting

-mind control/hypnosis

-heightened strength/senses

-sensing emotions/memories via blood consumption

Went grey early in life.

Addicted to gambling when alive, but broke the habit after vampirism.

Can survive without feeding for about week before instincts kick in.

Trans, but transitioned within the modern era.

Flashing a grin at Volo, and earning him a baring of fangs from the kitsune in turn, Grimsley plopped himself into Colress' lap. The human blinked at him, a remarkable amount of emotion from the reticent man, but otherwise did nothing.

Grimsley ignored the quizzical beep of Colress' Beheeyem, and idly noted on the soft ringing of the man's Chimecho somewhere above his head. Provided he didn't go for the man's neck, they would leave him be. (Until Chimecho raised the alarm, Rotom wouldn't bother him; she was far too invested in her little phone games to pay the vampire any mind.)

'Hey,' Grimsley said, somewhat breathless, as he tucked a stem of lavender behind Colress' ear. He told himself he was presenting the quiet man with flowers because he knew he adored them, and that happy prey resulted in better-tasting blood, but he knew the truth. Grimsley found the scent of lavender so offensive that it was repulsive.

But, he would admit, purple suited Colress. It was a beautiful contrast against his blue and gold hair, the blooms peeking out from behind an ear adding a lovely look of asymmetry to his face. (Somewhere behind him, Grimsley heard Volo's grumbling. The kitsune adored Colress just as much as Grimsley did, albeit in a strictly platonic, but intimate, way. Grimsley being so close was undoubtedly ruffling Volo's feathers.)

Colress blinked. Grimsley was so close that he could count his lashes. The locks of blue that framed the man's face shifted slightly when he slightly tilted his head.

'Hey.' Colress replied, his voice as soft as Grimsley's. His expression, usually so morose, experienced a subtle change. His lips, usually turned down into a tired frown, smoothed into a neutral line. His eyes settled upon Grimsley's face, rather than remaining downcast to not draw attention. His brows, typically neutral in expression, raised ever-so-slightly.

The shift in expression was a subtle one. So small that most would miss it. It was as rare as a slow blink from a street Liepard. And it was all for him, all for Grimsley.

He couldn't resist pressing a kiss against Colress' forehead, greedily drinking in the sweet, intoxicating scent that surrounded the man as he did so. The lavender kept his fangs at bay. Smiling, Grimsley pressed his forehead against Colress'. He was certain the contrast of their hair mingling together, his black and white to Colress' blue and gold, monochrome and marigold, was beautiful.

A pity none of the Pokémon liked photography.

At the sound of sandal-clad feet against the rug, Grimsley raised his head and scowled.

In his tacky, far too long for Grimsley's tastes kimono (it was elegant, he would admit, but it held none of the practical comfort his own did), Volo flashed an amused smile. The damn fox tried to hide it behind a sleeve, but Grimsley knew the fleabag well. Huffing, Grimsley returned to nuzzling Colress like a demanding Purrloin. The blasted kitsune was just trying to get a rise out of him.

It didn't stop him from making a frustrated noise when Volo perched his chin atop Colress' head, though. And it certainly didn't stop him from wrinkling his nose like he'd caught scent of something unpleasant when Volo's nine tails swished with contentment.

Rolling his eyes, and making a point of ignoring the clawed hands that began to idly style Colress' hair (knowing Volo, he'd be trying to put those long locks into a bun, which didn't suit Colress at all), Grimsley pressed his cheek against Colress'.

He let out a content sigh at the feeling of arms gently circling him. He felt the quiet, tranquil hum Colress let out.

So content was he that he didn't raise a complaint when Volo started to play with strands of his monochrome hair. Spending time with Colress, getting him to smile in his own reticent way, made the potential fleas worth it.

For the record, Volo doesn't actually have fleas. He and Grimsley have a very rocky, insult-heavy friendship. Some days they barely tolerate each other, whilst on others they're happy to team up and kick the snot out of anything trying to take a bite out of Colress.

This is on the quick side, so it's not particularly refined, but I wanted to get this idea down before I forgot. Figured it'd be fun to share it here too!