When I Go On A Walk And Pet A Cat Thats The Real Me

Continued // @historically-accurate

"How about I say the odd expressions, and you research into them. Tell me where they came from afterwards, yeah?" Rudy tried not to laugh as Percival stumbled through the phrase, breaking up each word as though they were a foreign language he was attempting to learn. The vampire never really thought about where certain phrases came from, but his companion was more detail orientated than he was. Some might call it overthinking, but he viewed it as sheer curiosity. Twisting his upper body to face his companion, Rudy paused as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "What's that weird word you used once...ent...enty-" Now it was his turn to mull over a word that never normally entered his vocabulary, but it was mentioned by Percival during a previous research session. It sounded fancy. Like a bolt of lightning, it suddenly struck him and he clicked his fingers. "-entymology? It's findin' out the origin of a word, right?" Maybe. He was glad for the change in subject, turning away from the other to face the house again.

Rudy had brought along his own cloth bag, various punk patches stitched into the material. He didn't carry an awful lot, but there was a mobile phone and wallet, alongside a set of iron knuckledusters to ward off both hunters and troublesome ghosts. He had yet to use it for the latter, but there was always tonight. As Percival retrieved his notebook to double-check the address, the vampire took slow steps down the garden path, stopping briefly to twirl in a semi-circle as he waited for the other male to catch up. His baseball bat secured in a holster over his torso bumped around as he did so, but he promptly paused and glanced up at Percival as he began speaking, confirming what he really didn't want to hear. Of course there was no way to conduct his research outside; nothing was ever that simple.

"Amazin'..." His response lacked enthusiasm, but he agreed to come along, so really, the vampire made a rod for his own back. Although, in all fairness, that was before he found out that this place was haunted. He wondered if Percival already knew after reading up on the house, or did that detail completely slip his mind? Rudy made a mental note to ask him later. Hovering on the bottom step of the porch, he observed the man picking the lock with ease, twisting the handle and pushing open the door with a flourish. The smile was like a kick in the teeth after offering to go last, and Rudy tapped his boot against the step a couple of times before giving up and ascending them, pausing besides Percival to clamp a hand on his left shoulder and giving it a short shake. "Thanks, mate." With one nod, a tight-lipped smile, and a mind offering up endless possibilities of various doom and gloom, he entered the house first.

So far, so good! The main hallway was plunged in darkness, but with his night vision, he could make out an ornate cabinet to his left, and a huge mirror covered by a dusty cloth hanging up on the wall to his right. There was a closed door next to it. In the very centre, there was a daunting staircase leading up to the landing of a second floor. Running down its side, Rudy could see a corridor with a door at the end, somewhat ajar. This was some horror movie type shit, and he played it safe by making his way towards the bottom of the staircase, keeping his front facing it in case Miss. Pretty Dress decided to rush him. But there was no movement, apart from Percival following in after him.

"Did you bring your flashlight, mate?" He didn't need one, but he did have a spare inside his bag, in case the other forgot. Finally glancing over at Percival with a light grin, the vampire waited until he was sorted before pointing an index finger towards the staircase, gradually sweeping over to the corridor. "Up or down, tour guide?"

it’s raining outside do you wanna come over and cuddle until we don’t know where you start and i end

haha yeah i have a ton of weird kinks

i feel like tumblr would enjoy this (subs by me)

Me, every day of my life

what if you matched my freak AND my loving heart huh

rattling the bars of my cage. I want to write not work today, I want to write not work today, I want to wri-

time to retire to my chambers (got under the covers)

the urge to bite while feeling overwhelming affection is completely normal. sorry if you don’t experience that but it’s not my business. get help