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“... You need me to remove HOW MANY bullets?”

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“I am comfortable with myself. I know I am a good person. I can atone for the savagery of our younger years by aiding and protecting these that roam the earth. Do as you wish, Aballach, I merely question why you came here with concerns you’ve no interest in fixing.”

He licked at his fingers, throat dry and aching for what it had been deprived of for so long. Had it been almost a month?

“You’ve got choices falling out of your pockets and I’ve never once seen you make a bad one. You are capable of being happy and of belonging. The Aballach I know isn’t heartless, or cruel. He’s...” Cosmé trailed off for a moment, his frustration tainting his speech, “You didn’t bring so much pain in your life from that war to sit here and say you had no choice. You care for these people. The innocents that needed you will never know your name, but you’ve never needed that to do the right thing. Stop this, brother. It’s okay to be good.”

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“Give it to our precious Queen. Surely she needs something to wipe her upturned nose with.”

Bitter, yes, he was. But, oddly enough as a creature made for sucking the life out of others, he was quite sweetened by his freedom.

“You do not thank someone for bringing you into this world and abandoning you. She did not pluck you from the ether and ASK if you wanted to be her toy. She’s a thing of vileness and wickedness. Look what she did to Juliette without a touch of remorse. And that was a child.”

“I, too, hold love for her somewhere in my heart, but you and I--” He held out his hands, a smile spreading across his face, “We are capable of so much good. We’ve saved lives she would have wasted. We do so because we wish to, not because we are told. You did not fight in those wars for Samara’s praise.”

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T e l l   m e …

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“Stay back, I’m armed!”

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“It’s... potent. You like coffee, I think, right? It’s like that but... you’ll see.”

Putting the contents into a glass, the acrid smell would surely dance around the room. He pondered Aballach’s inquiry, brows knit. It had been easy, almost natural, to maintain some amount of positivity.

“I suppose as someone who sees the violence of the world on a daily basis finds it hard to be upset over an insane woman’s tantrum from centuries ago.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he placed the glass before his companion. “I’ve had to reattach wings to a fey, get hooks out of a mermaid’s fin, help a werewolf with ticks... And not once do they mourn their need to blend in and adapt. Fuck the Queen, brother. She could have let us live as we did, but she was bored. She couldn’t resist playtime in the big world, and she does not care about you and your longings. Be your own man and be happy you can choose your life and who’s in it. For once. Our grievances are so very small, my friend.”

Aballach narrowed his eyes in a vain attempt to see if he couldn’t make out the doctor’s terrible penmanship himself. Needless to say, he couldn’t–doctors, right?–and so just shrugged his shoulders. ❝ Shapeshifter, sure. Hope it’s a good vintage. ❞

While the doctor prepared his ‘drink,’ Aballach picked up a pair of medical scissors and flitted them absently through his fingers, eyes positioned at the floor. 

❝ How can you be like this? Happy? Hopeful? I don’t understand. Samara destroyed the city. Vampire society is over, Cosmé. We are a people scattered to the winds now, and eventually, that division will see us extinct. ❞

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Someone in this family had to be optimistic. They were at maximum capacity for moping individuals.

As he was about to reach into his desk’s drawer for whisky, his hand stopped mid-grab, and the doctor was taken aback. His friend, wanting BLOOD instead of HOOCH? He really was feeling unlike himself. With a curt nod, he made his way to the locked drawer, his slightly shaking hands managing to unlock it. He, too, had the thirst it seemed.

“Do you want it heated?” He asked, holding a filled IV bag in emaciated fingers. “I’ve got... werewolf, pixie, undead, selkie, and... I think that says...”

Cosmé squints at his own scrawl.

“I think it says shapeshifter.”

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❝ Your optimism is… inspiring, Cosmé. Really. But surviving together usually involves being, you know, together. Which we aren’t. Which we haven’t been for—- what’s it been? Fifty years? One hundred years? ❞ The vampire sighed. 

He truly couldn’t remember the last time they’d all been in the same place with one another. Perhaps back when the city still stood. 

Did it matter? Absence had not made his heart grow fonder, just more bitter.

❝ Do you have anything to drink? And I don’t mean alcohol. ❞

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“Love... kills?” The words fall slowly, but he writes it down on his clipboard nonetheless. His dear friend had always had the strangest luck with relationships; a secret fling with the Queen behind his betrothed’s back, his betrothed herself, who was a handful, to say the least. And then there was the witch, who had visited him on numerous occasions. Eccentric, but perhaps a handful as well. 

“Very interesting indeed. Go on, Aballach. I’m listening. We’ll get to the bottom of this and fix you up.”

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“God’s dead and soon we will be, too.”

“Not on my watch. I’ll have you know I’m the best damn doctor you’ll find, my friend.” He was long used to his pessimistic friend and his sad ramblings, and not once had he grown tired of it.

“We’re going to be just fine, you and I, as well as Julie and Our Majesty, and even Ludivico. We’re a family. We survive together.”

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Nervous Structure

Artist: Dr Alesha Sivartha

Date: 1898

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“You’re not looking so well, my friend.”

“So, what seems to be bothering you?”

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LINES I’VE HEARD THAT ARE RAW AS HELL: A SENTENCE STARTER PACK

“I will face God and walk backwards into Hell.” ”Pick a god and pray.” “Then perish.” “Violence for violence is the rule of beasts.” “I have been through Hell and come out singing.” “There are no gods here.” ”Kiss my ass, you sanctimonious bastard.” “Do I look like the kind of man who dies?” ”Do you think God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he’s created here on earth?” ”Most monsters are a manifestation of our own fears and inability to accept different cultures we don’t understand.” ”You can only learn from pain, the more pain the wiser you become.” ”God, forgive me.” ”I am blighted being cursed with sight.” ”This is the age of the expanding man.” “God’s dead and soon we will be, too.” “I thought there were no heroes left in this world.” ”To become God is the loneliest achievement of them all.” “You kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies.” “Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end.” ”People who don’t fear death are the ones who crave it.” “This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.” “Bury me shallow, I’ll be back.” ”Perception is truth to those who perceive it as such.” “Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t.” ”When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, you learn.” “Ironic that someone whose purpose it is to restore life would wish death upon themself.” “God wishes he were me.” “One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.” “Everything that we know and love is reducible to the absurd amount of chemicals, and there is therefore no intrinsic value in this material universe.” “Hypocrite that you are, for you to trust the chemicals in your brain to tell you they are chemicals.” “All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove.” “Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?” “You’re a coward. You always were.” “Deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.”

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#HESAIDTHATLINELIKEACHAMP

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{ cosmé, who specializes in the supernatural, occasionally takes blood samples from his human patients for no other reason than to drink it. being a vampire--an empathetic one at that-- among his forbidden fruit that is humanity gives him a rather depressing reality. he’s essentially at a buffet with no cash at all times, and he’s starving.

he’s more than happy to live in a world of cold or reheated blood, despite knowing he could easily sink his teeth into someone and they would be completely helpless. but to say he doesn’t miss the days of being a little more reckless would be a lie. he feels more like a shepherd among humans than a predator, and is quick to eliminate threats without second thought. }