#vcnusians

has  to  admit  surfing  on  a  lake  is  as  impressive  as  the  ocean,  maybe  even  a  little  more  considering  it’s  a  lake  and  yet–-  the  waves  didn’t  come  to  play.  cindy  couldn’t  picked  a  better  day,  since  the   waves  were  extra  choppy  and  made  the  entire  experience  that  much  more  exhilarating.  admits  it  was  even  a  little  intimidating  getting  knocked  over  and  losing  his  balance  a  few  times,  getting  shoved  under  a  few  of  those  huge  waves.  he’s  beat  now,  resting  in  the  sand,  sitting  with  his  arm  behind  his  back  and  the  heel  of  his  hand  digging  into  the  beach  towel  he  sits  on.  damp  curls  still  dripping  beads  of  water  down  his  back.  the  day’s  mellowing  out  into  a  bright  orange  sunset  and  he’s  noticing  while  gazing  over  at  cindy’s  side  profile  that  the  sun  sinks  down  and  melts  into  her  eyes  like  pools  of  the  prettiest  honey.  “yeah,”  smirk  pulls  at  his  lips,  there’s  no  use  in  denying  what  he  blurted  out,  “really.  i  didn’t  stutter.”

               ALMOST   A   CENTURY   AGO,   HE   WOULDN’T   HAVE   BELIEVED   IN   THE   paranormal,   and   yet   his   life   was   thrown   into   the   scientific   unknown   and   fantasy   of   a   child.   Things   did   exist   beyond   the   scope   of   reality.   It   wouldn’t   surprise   him   if   there   was   a   thing   such   as   ghosts.   He   almost   hoped   there   would   be.   The   vampire   would   love   to   talk   to   his   sister,   to   apologize   for   what   he   had   done—   he   was   far   too   into   his   head   to   now notice   the   female   beside   him,   perhaps   observing   him.   He   wasn’t   sure,   but   he   didn’t   like   when   eyes   fell   on   him   for   too   long.   He   shifted   uncontrollably.  @vcnusians

you didn't do anything. he had tried. he tried, and he failed, and he ran. she had trusted him enough to go back to the trailer, only to wind up dying there. he had told her she was safe, with him. he may not have killed her, but he hadn’t been able to keep that promise. “...and how do you suggest I convince everyone of that?”

@vcnusians gets a random starter!

Not that he doesn't want to care for an animal; rather, he feels as if his depression makes him too low-energy for a creature as boundless as a dog. Cats suit his mellow temperament a lot more, and the only real difference in their services is the fact that a dog can be publicly recognised as a service animal. It doesn't change the fact that Church is one.

He quickly scanned the diner seeing only a couple on the far end, an older man in one of the booths and a young woman by herself. One glance at her and recognition sparked as he passed her. Taking a step or two back to look at her again, “Sorry...” he shook his head before passing behind her again, “You just looked familiar,” he admitted, sitting down a few seats down from her. 

' god , i completely spaced on the english homework . do you think mrs . jacobs will let me turn it in tomorrow instead ? '