#｡♡﹡ ❛ 𝖜𝖍𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖐 — ic. ﹡♧ *

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@librarywent​ asked : [care] from Louis?    /    from here.

         𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖉𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉, 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌.

         slowed by the venom coursing through his veins- blood the only thing occupying this hollow shell. this corpse. jervis notices idly the bruise receding into the skin of his arm, louis’s fingers moving to survey it. he spares a dry laugh- how naive the young always were. willing to help anyone, eager to find a place to hang weary bones.

         ‘ there’s no need, ‘ jervis says, pulling his arm away. ‘ i am an old thing, & to - day shall not be my last. ‘

         his eyes, unnaturally & severely blue, survey the vampire before him, remembering idly some memory of america about a century ago.

         ‘ i did not invite you to my parlor to play nurse , ‘ he chides . ‘ i wanted the opportunity to introduce myself. i am dr. jervis leopold tetch, though i’m afraid my degree is somewhat... outdated. ‘

          ‘ what brings you so far away from home ? ‘

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@arkhampsych​ asked : “  can I help you.  ”

          ‘ yes! ‘ comes jervis’s immediate, almost excited reply, jolting a little in his straitjacket.           while he tries very hard to maintain eye contact, he keeps finding himself distracted by the bread - and - butterflies twirling & fluttering around the room. he smiles in wonder as the hum of the flourescent lights quickly gives way to the singing of poppies & shadow - lillies. jervis wonders idly where they’re hiding this time, undoubetedly beckoning him to tumble down the rabbit - hole once more. but he’s quick to shut his eyes & shake his head, blonde waves shifting as he tries to regain his train of thought. he opens them again, only to find dr. crane still waiting. jervis looks away, frowning, this time staring down at his restrained arms.           ‘ yes, ‘ he repeats, quieter this time. ‘ yes. i need to go home. ‘