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What We Do in the Shadows 2.05

🪐 — CAPTAIN TEAGUE   for  calypso !

Tia Dalma’s laughter always gave him pause. There was an ominousness to it as if she was amused by a secret joke rather than anything you had said. Teague grunted in response as he walked over to a corner of the shack adorned with colourful bottles filled with what were surely very expensive potions of questionable usefulness. He had never claimed to be above their laws. They simply weren’t his. Still refusing to look at her, Teague picked up a small, rectangular bottle that was half filled with thick crimson liquid. “ Too late for that, then. I’ve already accepted the position. ” The decision still weighed heavily on him. He hadn’t even wanted the bloody thing but with Jack being so young it was the best option. He shrugged as if trying to throw off some of the exhaustion from the past few days, “ someone has to keep the brethren in line. ”

    SHE COULD REMEMBER  when teague had been a young man himself.  but like all men, he had grown up in spite of his best efforts.  responsibility, it seemed, could turn mortals old faster than time alone could.  ❝ &  you believe yourself to be the right person to do such a thing, do you ? ❞  the room is crowded with items, yet she moves to his side without jostling anything, well used to the way her body moves through limited space of her shack.  ❝ you say you wish to be the one who upholds the brethren’s so-called code.  but why ?  is it because you have such trouble following rules yourself — ❞  her fingers pluck the bottle from his hands  &  place it back on the shelf with a soft but decisive tap,  dark eyes glaring pointedly up at him.  ❝  —  & so your solution is to place yourself in a position above them ? ❞  teague is among the most difficult men she has met ( &  she has met more than a few in her time ), but something in the way he avoids her gaze now makes the goddess curious, her head tilting slightly to one side.  ❝ or perhaps you don’t actually want the position at all; don’t tell me that even the fearsome captain teague has now found himself bending to the will of others expectations. ❞ 

🪐 — LASZLO CRAVENSWORTH​  for  nadja !

     NOT ALL CORPSES REANIMATE; SOME SIMPLY WITHER AWAY. Only the strongest of mortals were fit to endure the process. Your will to live is strong, his chest puffed out in pride at the compliment. “ Of course, it is, my dark mistress, ” he said as he needlessly smoothed the front of his nightshirt, now soaked with three days of sweat and sickness. The past few nights had been a blur of nightmarish fever, yet he remembered her clearly. This stranger whom he barely knew had cared for him. Now he was well. More than well, in fact. Despite his exhaustion, there was a sense of renewal. It was as if a thick fog had finally cleared. Sounds were sharper. Colours were brighter. He was reborn.  

     “ I dare say I’ve never felt better. ” He leaned against his elbow as he soaked in her exquisite beauty. She was more beautiful now than she had been when he invited her through his window, if that were possible.  He opened his mouth to address her once more only to realize that he did not know her name- between her fucking him into oblivion and then sucking him dry there really hadn’t been time for pesky introductions. “ What might I call you, my darling. ”

   HIS ETERNAL LIFE  had been bestowed on a whim in the throes of their passion.  &  in truth, nadja hadn’t really thought the man would make it through that first night. she’d certainly made a mess of his throat while taking her pleasure ( though luckily the head had remained attached this time ),  &  she had half expected the blood loss to be insurmountable for his weak mortal heart, the wound too wide to heal before her venom made the changes necessary to keep him alive.  &  yet something within had called upon her to stay  &  watch, needing to know for sure.                             that first night, the wound on his neck had shrunken to a slim puckered line as he lie wracked with fevers  &  sweats, his body purging all traces of mortality. by the second night, nadja had been amazed to see that not a trace of her fangs remained on his throat. yet he lingered in delirium for another night longer.  &  still, she waited.  the change from mortal to undead was not pleasant, she knew from her own experience.  she had been left on her own for hers, forced to hide to learn to survive alone  —  &  for some unknown reason, nadja had found herself unable to leave his side through his, unwilling to condemn this man she barely knew to that same fate.  instead she had remained at his side, though there was little she could do to soothe his discomfort. it was the fourth night that he fell silent for a beat, only to lean up from the bed  &  speak clearly at last, his eyes clear again.       ❝ actually, dark mistress will suffice for now  —  i quite like the sound of that, ❞  she all but purrs her response.  though her heart has not beaten in centuries, nadja is certain that were it able to, it would be fluttering madly at the note of sincerity in his voice.  &  moving so quickly that mortal eyes would perceive her only in a blur, nadja crosses to the man’s bedside.  though the putrid smell of sick still clings to his sweaty clothes, beneath that there is no warm  &  tempting scent of living blood.  &  a hand extends to tilt his chin up  &  tuck two fingers just beneath, checking for any whisper of a pulse.  but it’s still, his heart as silent as her own.  he is finally dead.  ❝ &  you, my great  &  powerful bull ?  what is your name ? ❞

🪐 — # 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓 : an indie multimuse featuring canon & original characters from a myriad of fictional worlds. as written by 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. this blog is private, iconless, selective, low-activity, plot-heavy.  please read rules before following !

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