fuckvampires: (Uuum no gross)
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[hello, Room, here's a Harvestman lounging around, half- falling off the couch he's chosen to drape himself across.]

Oh, god, I'm so bored. Y'all better step to it and entertain me and wait on me hand and foot. That's why y'all exist, right?

[wait no, now he's actually falling. After a moment of flailing, he manages to stay on the couch.]

Seriously, why is acting like a responsible adult so fucking boring?

Date: 2012-01-12 07:59 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (Tigers die and leave their skins)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[no, it's adorable fine, Arashi's just going to stride over, pluck him right back up, and make out with his face for a second. the fact that they are in public can of course go fuck itself.]

Hi. I missed you. Come with me.

Date: 2012-01-12 08:14 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (Dipping their entrails in vinegar)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[he doesn't say much -- doesn't offer an explanation for why he was gone so long, or even an apology (although he intends to). he just leads Harvestman to a particular door made of dark, streaked wood.]

Close your eyes.

Date: 2012-01-12 08:35 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (There's darkness on my eyes)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
Let's find out.

[still tugging Harvestman by the hand, Arashi leads the way through the door, at which point the air becomes crisply cold and gusty, smelling of winter, woods, and maybe distant rain. At first their footprints thunk on hollow wood, but then the ground softens slightly under their feet with the crackle of dry grass, and Arashi moves behind Harvestman and brings his hands to the vampire's shoulders instead, leading him forward several paces before turning him all the way around.]

All right, open.

[when he does, Harvestman will get his first glimpse of Arashi's brand new home, finally completed (or at least as near enough as makes no difference). The landscaping is sparse and unfinished, but that's always the last thing to go.]

Date: 2012-01-12 08:46 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (If you're cut off from the light)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
It's exactly what I wanted. [even the tone of his voice suggests he'd be glowing if he could.] There will be more going on out here eventually, and not all of the interior decorating is finished, but since it took me all of five minutes to move in anyway, it is officially my home.

Date: 2012-01-12 09:05 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (The stars were like confetti at my feet)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
Oh really? [he leads Harvestman back up to the house and onto the veranda, which encircles the entire house -- one whole side of the property, without the garden to block the view, affords a nearly panoramic view of gently rolling wooded hills. the wind is picking up, and the dense clouds in the distance imply a strong likelihood of snow in the near future.] What is it?

Date: 2012-01-12 09:23 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (Fashioned in the flesh and bone)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[he glances over at Harvestman.] Wales. It's a long story. These are the Cambrian Mountains.

Date: 2012-01-12 09:38 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (Only wants to be unmade)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[it's Arashi's turn to stare at the landscape, taking his time to answer. he doesn't actually try to lie outright, which... might be a first.]

I'm all right. It was... [he goes distinctly quiet for a moment, and then shakes his head.] I don't know where to start. When I decide that, I'll tell you about it. Want to head inside?

Date: 2012-01-13 01:44 am (UTC)
stormbelow: (When the sun hides for years)
From: [personal profile] stormbelow
[with a last look at the clouds rolling in over the valley, Arashi slides the nearest door open and gently tugs him in.]

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