Oh– how low the cold weather was bringing the psionic vampire down. Body required energy to warm up, though energy levels weren’t stable in the slightest. Jarek could only handle so much of his own self-destruction before body would begin to act on its own impulses.          He had to feed to gain back that energy, and in desperation, issues with hunger may have gone too far. Of course, by the time he’d realized such a thing, nothing but a skin-on-bone corpse left in front of him.

                                 The cold weather isn’t { that } bad. If anything,             it brought him more excuses to abuse on alcoholic substances             -- just to make himself warmer and more cheerful.               And nothing like a bottle of gin wouldn’t help him cheer up and             warm up through and through this season. But what is the             spirit of Christmas without sharing it with someone in need.             What more is a good deed than sharing a bottle of gin with             a stranger looking so dead by the street whom he decided to             approach; { oh oh } so casually. 

            “Ooooohhh heyyyyy --” -- awkwardly -- “want some?” 

Gabrielle Aplin 

Philippe et Gaston, evening coats, 1921

boy with a broken soul