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"....at least you are okay." He hugged her tighter and sat down on the couch, tugging his feet up onto the cushion.

2016-08-12 06:17:16

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She curled up next to him on the couch.

2016-08-12 06:20:20

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He kissed her forehead and her nose before pressing his lips to hers softly for a moment.

2016-08-12 06:20:45

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She returned the kiss, wrapping her hands around his waist.

2016-08-12 06:24:27

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He pulled away for a moment. "...do you know why Lance reacted like that? I have never seen him that...unhappy to have you home."

2016-08-12 06:25:45

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"I have no idea. Maybe he's just mad at himself or something."

2016-08-12 06:27:40

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"...maybe." He sighed a little and rested his chin on her head, shutting his eyes and holding her close. Whatever the problem with Lance was, he was just happy to have her home.

2016-08-12 06:29:15

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Madison and I weren't on...terrible terms, but we both felt guilty about the bickering we'd done right when Ivory needed us. We walked to the grocery store in silence. I hadn't been eating, and he hadn't been sleeping, so we both needed something to help us recover. Resting wouldn't help in my case, and he didn't want me going out alone in case I fainted. I wouldn't do /that/, but....okay.....okay, maybe. I haven't exactly been feeling well. But I don't see any reason why I would. After the last few days. Still.... We reached the store, which had just opened a few hours ago, and I glanced over to see if he was coming inside with me. He'd taken up a position next to the door and pulled a pen out of his pocket. ....I sighed. He doesn't seem like the type to take up that kind of thing, for all /kinds/ of reasons, the least of which being our budget, but he'd bought a single set after Ivory disappeared just to try it. ...apparently it calmed him down. I didn't understand how it did so, he knew what the health consequences were, but maybe it was something about being able to focus on something else. ...I wasn't sure. I just hoped he wouldn't keep buying them. I looked away again and took the canvas bag inside to buy food for the next few days.

Bill had been stuck in the woods with Ivory for three days. Correction, /his majesty, King William/ had been stuck in the woods with a /horrible demon/ for three days. At least, that's what he thought it was. It held him captive in the cabin he'd brought her to, a complete disconnect from what he'd originally 'planned', and that was upsetting, but not nearly as upsetting as being stabbed on the third day. He'd spent a while fading in and out of consciousness on the wooden floor before it stopped bleeding enough for him to be able to move again. He couldn't move far, though. He had his dirty, torn white outfit missing one sleeve for use as a temporary bandage, not that it really did much. But not the cape. He wouldn't touch the cape. Never. Finally, he got back into the city. His audiences were gone, mostly because he now looked as homeless as he really was, not to mention that his act had turned into a mindset. He'd gone up to several people on the street, shouting disconcertingly loudly about how they were traitors, and how everyone there was his servant. Understandably, he was arrested once or twice and given warnings for loitering before they decided he was obnoxious but generally harmless. But oh, not if he could help it. Somehow he'd gotten his hands on a knife. He'd probably snatched it from some other poor person on the street who actually needed it, but he didn't much care. He felt powerful again. He hadn't attacked passerby, but obeyed the loitering rule and kept on the move, keeping the knife generally hidden under his cape. Sometimes he didn't even seem to notice that the passerby existed beyond a cloud of staticy thoughts surrounding him. He passed by the grocery store whose back dumpster had been providing him fitting feasts for the last day or so and stopped in the shadows at the sight of a man in a polo shirt vaping alone. This man sparked something in him, an old desire to destroy him to get back at...someone. Someone special. Who didn't understand his place but cared enough about this man to make his death /hurt/.

He lunged out of the darkness and knocked Madison over. The pen fell to the ground and clattered away as he shouted in surprise, shoving at Bill, who shouted himself and swiped with the blade. It left a stinging cut along Madison's forehead and he winced as blood dripped near his eye. He kneed Bill in the stomach, but he still clung on.

Past the dull drone inside the store, I heard shouting, both mental and audible, outside. I paused, setting back down the loaf of bread I'd been price-checking, and glanced towards the door, moving towards the end of the aisle. From where I stood there, I could catch a glimpse of some sort of scuffle going on outside in the early morning light. ...oh god. I dropped my bag and sprinted for the door. I stumbled a little as a dizzy spell came on. Dammit, maybe I really should've eaten. The automatic doors slid open and I gasped at the sight of..../him/? I hadn't seen him with my own eyes in months. But of course I knew him, he had my face. How? Why is he here? ...he's attacking Madison. He--he tried that before, he tried to-- I charged forward, grabbing Bill tightly by the shoulders of his cape, and heaved him off, clasp holding. I noticed the knife in his hand and stomped on his wrist, forcing him to drop it. "STAY AWAY FROM HIM!" I shrieked, moving between him and Madison sitting up on the concrete. "LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE!"

He stared Seculus down from below for about a minute before he got up, took a few steps back, and ran. I panted, holding a hand up to my forehead to keep my hair out of the cut. ...his brother? Once Bill was gone, Seculus turned around and helped me up, hugging me tightly. I tried not to get blood on his sweater as I hugged him back. "....of course," he said quietly. "We're family."

2016-08-12 07:26:17

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"Russia's take on vampires is /completely/ different than here. It almost freaked me out how much more openly violent they are there, makes me grateful that New York's so calm in comparison. I didn't think I'd be going on a trip like that so early, but my mom recommended me, and since they needed out-of-country backup that could speak the language, and she was busy, I guess that somehow made me the next best option...? Apparently my family name is almost legendary amount vampire hunters, before my mom became one for her own reasons I had a few ancestors several generations back who kept up the practice. Guess they thought I'd live up to that somehow."

2016-08-12 07:50:25

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"Yeah I heard rumors that Russia doesn't really mess around. Did you get to at leas-"

There was a knock on the door. A vampire knocking on the door. "I'll get that." She rose up and walked to it.

2016-08-12 07:53:03

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"Sure. At least what?"

2016-08-12 07:53:23

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"Get to try vodka." She opened the door. "Oh-wait....Lance?"

It had been days since 'Ivory' returned. Lance spent most of his time sleeping. And if he wasn't sleeping he was locked away in his room. This was the first time in days he left the house. His normally neat and styled hair was now a mess, and his t-shirt and jeans were completely disheveled. His dark teal his were glass-like, and looked through Terezi, not at her. "Could I...come in for a second?" He asked, the natural confidence in his voice slipping.

2016-08-12 07:59:10

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"No, but an Irish guy at Ivory's house tried pouring it down my throat a while ago. What the--" He stood up. "Lance? What happened?"

2016-08-12 08:00:41

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"I...um...need to sit down first."

"Of course." Terezi moved aside. "Come in, come in."

Lance cautiously stepped into the apartment.

2016-08-12 08:02:30

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He moved away from the couch so Lance could sit down. What on Earth could leave him like /this/...?

2016-08-12 08:05:50

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Terezi sat down next to Lance. She has /never/ seen him like this. Ever.

He inhaled sharply. "When you were in France, do you remember what happened when your bond started to break?"

2016-08-12 08:07:15

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.....oh shit. ".....Lance, what happened with Ivory?"

2016-08-12 08:08:46

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He ran a hand through his hair sheepishly "I'm...I'm not sure."

"Well it didn't happen overnight, or quickly at all, I can assure you that."

"...Oh..."

2016-08-12 08:10:25

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"When did it happen? Was it recent?"

2016-08-12 08:10:59

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"I... I don't-"

"I can shed some light on this subject." Satan poked their head out from Terezi's room.

2016-08-12 08:12:37

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Tassek screamed and dove in front of the couch, hugging Terezi's leg. Needless to say, all prior experiences with this person ended in weeks of nightmares for him.

2016-08-12 08:13:53

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"You know 13 is the age limit that has happened. I'll have to tell God about that." They slipped into the living room.

Lance looked to Satan solemnly.

"Oh don't look at me like that. /I/ didn't do anything this time."

2016-08-12 08:19:22

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Holy shit. /Holy shit/. Who cares about the age thing, Satan was here and she was probably going to fuck with them again.

2016-08-12 08:20:23

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"You're not v-"

"Shhh Terezi this is in-porn-taint. Yes, intentionally said. Long story short- Tassek chill the fuck out, God. Fucking spazz- Ivory has been possessed by a demon again. Which I WARNED HER ABOUT."

2016-08-12 08:23:34

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He stood up and flipped her off. Even when his life was at risk, he wasn't about to fucking tolerate that.

2016-08-12 08:28:03