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A’right, Conrad.

[Definitely a playful resignation, Luce presses a short kiss to the top of his head in response. Feeling him relax is enough to shed mountains of weight from his chest.]

What’s on yer mind, then? Got any deep-seated desires?

[He’s quiet for a few moments - finally coming to a decision on what would be a nice way to spend this evening.]

A nap, and some blood with coffee.

And maybe some stupid movies to watch.

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“Yeh, I could jus’ give ya some brass knuckles. But, if yer feelin’ more like a blessed tire iron ‘r a normal revolver with some silver bullets, found that too.” He lists off the available weapons of supernatural destruction, hand spidering down the vampire’s hip.

“Hey, hey. Yer too short t’ make fun a’ my vocabulary. Jus’ cause you went t’ college an’ shit. Fuckin’ lord.” He gripes in complete and utter jest, giving his hip a pinch. That’s what you get for making fun of him.

“Moloch, yeah. That fucker who put a goddamn seal on my vessel an’ got me all fucked up awhile back? He’s from th’ same brood as Gadre’el. Jus’ didn’t take th’ same side in th’ civil war.” Luce gives a slight huff, pressing a slight kiss to the top of Conrad’s head. Is he protective? A little.

“Still owe ya fer helpin’ with that, too. So, if yer goin’ with me, that’s twice I owe ya. Y’better start thinkin’ a favors, love.”

“Height and college have nothing to do with it. In fact, most people make fun of me for going to college for art.” Conrad only snorts slightly, but jumps when he gets pinched on his hip. He frowns a bit and grumbles, slightly offended by the pinch.

“I don’t need to think of favors, do I?” He sighs. “Too much trouble.”

He taps his elbow thoughtfully as his arms are crossed over his chest. Weapons... weapons. Well. He knew how to fire a gun, at least. “Can I take the revolver?”

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Listen. They’re good noodles. But Charlie wouldn’t fault him for not wanting them on his shoes. The hybrid didn’t want them on his feet either. “Uh… Nah… It’s alright. It was just leftovers anyway. M’sure some rat or something will get a real good meal from it,” he said with a brief little sigh and then a shrug. Decided to pick up the box and at least deposit it in a trash can nearby. “Uhh… Conrad, right?” He asked. KNEW that’s what his name was. Just wanted to be sure. Sometimes… shit changed. And even if Charlie was still a little rough around the edges, he was probably a little bit more put together than he used to be.

Conrad blinks at Charlie from beyond his glasses, unsure how to handle this. The reaction was a lot different from so many years ago - when it was full of hostility. Maybe Charlie had forgotten. Or maybe, because it was just so long ago, the only person who figured it was fresh enough in his mind was just him.

It would not have been the first time he’s done it.

“Yes. Conrad. And your name is still... Charlie, right? You seem different somehow.”

It’s a slow blink, and he takes off his glasses to wipe them with his shirt to make sure he’s seeing things as he usually does. It’s a slight difference, really - but it could have been his eyes playing tricks on him.

“Might just be me, though.”

#cdwalker

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[He smiles, just a bit when he feels the nod, circles still tracing between shoulder blades.]

I mean, yer like, what- art teacher, caretaker, lover, artist, tech wizard-

yer a lot a’ things, how am I supposed t’ jus’ pick one?

Just pick the most important one. Or y’know. Call me by my name.

[Conrad snorts quietly, hug a little tighter. He doesn’t mind watching a movie but he’s not sure if it’s even necessary at this point.]

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[The tension in his vessel shifts some as the hold is returned, glamour coming back to the surface, slowly still. But the calm is here, and he is thankful many times over for it. This is how it’s supposed to be, isn’t it?]

So, better idea. Breakfast an’ we jus’ make fun a’ whatever’s on th’ TV? Think ya could spare some time, renaissance man?

[It’s quiet for a moment, but he gives a nod in the hold. He is a lot more relaxed than he was before.]

Renaissance man? [It’s a grumble, but he doesn’t move.]

Seven Deadly Sins Test

((He’s got anger problems, so a very high wrath score seems quite fair. Gluttony is low since he doesn’t really eat human food anymore and actually when making food for Ana he tries to keep it relatively healthy for her sake. Lust however is lower than expected!))

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Tagging: anyone who wants to do this!

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[He sidles up a little closer, more content to hold him now than before. But the hold is still ghosting, if he wanted to get away, he could shrug off the devil and be done with it at any time. It was a possible inch of touch starvation, he thinks. Or the impulse to defend. ]

Not gonna make ya talk more than ya want, a’right? But I see you. Not gonna drag all this outta by force, okay? If this isn’t easy t’ talk about now, we can shelf it fer when yer ready. ‘s not about how I feel, anyways.

But I’ve heard what ya said about it all.

[Luce hums slightly, hand tracing small circles against his back.]

We take care a’ eachother, right?

[When Conrad finally feels Luce wrap his arms around his own body, he leans into the touch - finding comfort in it. There is still some tension there, but he knows this touch, specifically, is a gentle one. Conrad speaks in an audible whisper.]

Thanks.

[Conrad closes his eyes, letting himself press his face into Luce’s shoulder. His arms reach around to wrap around Luce’s body - feeling relaxed by the gentle tracing against his back.

This is fine.]

Yeah. We do.

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I’m a creature of habit. But, I think bein’ with you made me more introspective. So I’m always thinkin’ about shit, now. Even when it’s off an’ doesn’t make a lick a’ sense.

[He watches, totally aware of the distress.]

When that happened, that may have been th’ best thing t’ happen out of that whole ordeal. I was selfish an’ obsessed with my failures, before then. An’ when I saw you, your body, destroy that thing-

I knew I had fucked up.

It wasn’t grief over her. It was grief that I let that get so out of hand that my own brother would possess you an’ kill her in tandem with yer heart. That this monument a’ my fuckery hurt ya so severely.

I should have been th’ one t’ do it long ago, or never let ‘er exist at all. But I failed you. To the point that you had to undo my own mess.

[When Conrad stands, Luce skirts around the kitchen island, moving close and placing a hand on his hip to catch him. It is neither tight nor hard, but it begs both forgiveness and adoration.]

Ya brought it up because it means something t’ you. Because it hurts. Jus’ let it hurt, for a bit. An’ in th’ process, let me tend t’ that.

[His voice is quiet and still, for once.]

[The concept of Conrad just letting himself just feel out the pain makes no sense, feels weird, and it is incredibly uncomfortable.

He finally makes eye contact with Luce - and it’s clear that there is a bit of water brimming at the corner of Conrad’s eyes. He won’t cry, though. He won’t let himself do that, at the risk of just feeling ashamed. He doesn’t like feeling weak.

But even then he doesn’t push Luce away. But he doesn’t say much of anything else at all. He is tense and anxious, even when the hand is there. He is unsure - he is the hurt one here, after all.]

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[He hears him, loud and clear. Watching him carefully as he takes his face in his hands, the trailing off, the nerves of it all.

He aches, too.]

That thing lasted barely a year. We’ve got half a decade together. You see me in full, an’ ya bothered t’ stick around. People don’t stay with me, usually. Centuries an’ yer still th’ only one who’s stuck it out.

I know I’m a senile fuckin’ hardhead with trauma carved all over my face. I ain’t easy t’ deal with, ever. But you’re here.

If you need her t’ be dead t’ th’ world, I’ll kill th’ memory, too. I don’t want to see you suffer.

[He’d love to just hold him and protect him from the miasma of fuckery between the two of them, but maybe it’s not warranted, yet. Contact might only discomfort him. He taps at the counter, instead.]

I adore you. Plain and simple. Yer always gonna be enough, here.

Sometimes I feel like you see me as more than I am. Sometimes the things you say sometimes don’t match up with what you do.

[He rubs his face some more, glasses being pushed up as the rubbing heads to the bridge of his nose. He can’t break down here.]

I’m a mess, honestly. Getting mad annoyed by the presence of some fucking poltergeist bitch, but she did anyway. Because I was a fucking idiot.

And even if you say that. That I’m enough. You still needed her there for something. As a reminder, as anything. I know how distraught you were, but I just. You realize that the person who wanted that poltergeist gone was me, right? I wanted her smited.

And then I saw your face just the way Michael did, your misery and your distraught expression - the way you looked as I smited her. Like you felt more for her than you did for me. That you grieved for her first over me. And then...

...sometimes I stop feeling like I matter, when I remember it all.

[His hands are shaking. He doesn’t want them to, but they are. He can’t keep himself from standing up. This felt like a mistake.]

I don’t know why I brought this up. Sorry.

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[He turns again, ripping the PVC of the bag with an tar-dark claw and emptying the contents into the mug. He turns again, setting the mug in front of the vampire on the counter, leaning against the island.]

What about it?

[There’s a resolute stillness in his voice.]

[Conrad eyes the mug. He wants to drink it, but if he drinks it then he knows he’s going to end up using it as a way to keep him from talking again.]

I... feel... inadequate. [He’s already having a hard time getting his words out. But he has to.] Like. I’m not enough, and I never will be. And every time Amelia has come up the feeling is always amplified.

[He’s not sure if this is actually doing anything important, or actually making a difference. Maybe he’s just wasting Luce’s time. Go figure. He covers his face in his hands, a silent dissatisfaction with himself. He can’t help but feel a headache beginning to creep in, and thus begins to rub his temples.]

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[When he finally sees Luce in the kitchen that night from his boyfriend’s desk he’s occupying he stands up to approach Luce.

His voice comes out nervous, and he finds himself supporting himself on the doorway - fingers wrapping around.]

Do you have time, Luce? I need to talk to you.

[He’s impulsively heating up some blood in a boiling water bath, mug set on the counter. His form remains slightly unstable still, the night before evident in his left arm, pitch black with ink and glassy golden eyes.

He sets the heated bag of blood in the mug, and turns on his heel.]

What’s on yer mind, fruitbat?

[Conrad steps forward, pulling a stool from the island table in the kitchen. His hands fold in his lap and he stares at Luce warming up the blood.

Had it been for Conrad?]

Um.

[Conrad starts, anxiety bubbling in his throat.]

I wanted to. Talk about last night - if that's fine.

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[When he finally sees Luce in the kitchen that night from his boyfriend's desk he's occupying he stands up to approach Luce.

His voice comes out nervous, and he finds himself supporting himself on the doorway - fingers wrapping around.]

Do you have time, Luce? I need to talk to you.

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Why don't you just tell Luce that you feel inadequate then? He obviously cares about you.

...Guess. I probably should do that. Shouldn’t I.

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