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[fuckvampires]

Is this holiday fucking over yet?

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[fuckvampires]

Do they look like they need by belief to continue being shitholes? I'm betting the answer is no.

[asthedrivensnow]

You don't think acknowledgement is the same as belief? Or is it more that you refuse to worship anything that irritates you no end?

[fuckvampires]

How do you feel about it?

[asthedrivensnow]

...I know that it's odd for my people to celebrate the birth of a child who is the basis for the religion that had many of us hunted and tortured to our deaths and resulted in the hiding of our entire society.

I think, perhaps, we kept the custom and not the reason behind it.

[She scrunches her nose in thought.] I don't pray to anything.

[fuckvampires]

But in keeping the custom, the reason's always there.

But do you think they pray for you? 'Cause they sure as hell don't.

[asthedrivensnow]

I suppose so, though nothing much is made of it.

But I don't need prayer. They're usually asking for intercessions, aren't they?

[fuckvampires]

They're asking for a puppet on a string. That's all this whole god business is anyhow, making folks dance for them. I ain't fucking dancing.

[asthedrivensnow]

Then don't.

[fuckvampires]

You don't get so many choices when you're damned, hon.

[asthedrivensnow]

Where do you think witchcraft puts me, John?

[fuckvampires]

Hey, you breathing, right? Not to make this a contest or nothing, but I'd gladly trade.

[asthedrivensnow]

[She doesn't think this is the time to point out that he breathes too, else how does he make sound? Because so not the point, Cissa.]

You're unhappy with your immortality?

[She'd be willing to bet he's lonely, too.]

[fuckvampires]

[He does, but it's entirely voluntary! Coin of phrase, etc.]

Nobody's immortal. I just don't get old.

[asthedrivensnow]

I stand corrected... but it's the usual assumption, isn't it?

[fuckvampires]

Maybe for somebody else.

[He looks around as if making sure he wouldn't be overheard.]

My head's destined for somebody's platter, though, I promise you that.

[asthedrivensnow]

Oh? [Intrigued!] Whose?

[fuckvampires]

Depends on who I piss off next, don't it? List is always changing. I never wanted immortality anyhow.

[asthedrivensnow]

You were supposed to have an arch-nemesis.

If it's any consolation, I don't fancy beheading you.

[Bathing him, possibly. Does he sleep on the streets?]

What do you want, then?

[fuckvampires]

[Hey, he showers! Sometimes! When his boyfriend or roommate makes him!]

I was supposed to? Look, if anybody's the arch-nemesis in the picture, it's me, I don't play the good guy. Ain't white enough.

[he shrugs.]

I dunno. Can ask for anything I won't get, right?

[asthedrivensnow]

[So, last week some time?]

You don't go in the sun, surely that qualifies you for paleness. [Also, she is lily-fair, and not a Good Guy.]

Ah, and we're back to square one. Faith.

[fuckvampires]

[Most likely.]

Ain't skin tone, it's the genetics.

Well, can't get my heartbeat back. Can't force - can't force people to like me. Got a boyfriend. Not broke yet. That's up and up as far as my life goes.

[asthedrivensnow]

[Well. That's not too ripe.]

If there's a rule that those with fair skin are the proverbial good guys, then I think someone's been messing with the rulebook.

...I'd think the good outweighs the bad, in that list.

[fuckvampires]

It's really about movies - never mind, you'd need a week for that.

At the moment. Does yours?

[asthedrivensnow]

[She laughs. And not in amusement.]

Let's just say the balance is very uneven.

[fuckvampires]

That's how it works, don't it?