#Pro Memoria. (Mortimer Graves)

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    Once allowed to pass over the threshold and into the house, the vampire was no longer beholden to the need to be granted permission for being able to physically enter another room. However, Mortimer was forever a very polite man.

   The door was ajar and he peeked his head around, one pale, skeletal hand holding onto the edge of the door frame to keep it steady should be accidentally bump it wider open before permission to come in was granted.

   “Archer?” He called in a soft, smooth baritone. “I have something I would like to talk to you about. If you are not busy, of course.”

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022) 1.04 ― “The Ruthless Pursuit of Blood with All a Child’s Demanding”

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yinz should let Mortimer adopt your muse(s)

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@archerwhiterp​ - closed starter

     Mortimer took a shirt from where it hung neatly in the closet, sorted with the rest of his sizable collection of white, button-down dress shirts. He held it up by the hanger and gave it a look over before holding it up against his person. He held it out again and then turned to look behind him.

     The bed he now shared daily with Archer was a landscape in miniature -- rolling hills of socks and shirts, luggage canyons, and small outposts of toiletries. The vampire pursed his lips and let out a small stream of a sigh before frowning.

    “Do you think I would be able to fit inside a suitcase? I would be perfectly fine in the cargo hold of the plane for the trip.” He was only half joking. One corner of his mouth twitched as if he couldn’t decide if he was going to hide behind a jovial smirk.

    The trip was his idea. Now that he had officially retired, he had much more time to travel for leisure. He had wanted to travel back to England for decades now, but never had the time. (Or rather, could never bother himself to make the time.)  He had not seen the town he had been born and raised in in well over 100 years, and the country at large not since the second world war. He was excited, there was no denying that, and was even more over the moon to be doing so with Archer. However, a lot of water separated his birthplace from his new home.

   Mortimer did not travel well across ocean, or even river or lake. Even hopping a small stream raised his hackles. He did not have this issue before he had been turned, but now as a vampire, crossing over running water was something he tried to either avoid or get over as quickly as possible. Even when having to be physically dragged across, it felt like every single atom in his body was frantically screaming to bolt in the other direction. The anxiety was suffocating.

     When he had come to America in the late 1940s, he had done so by boat. The move had been meticulously planed, and taking inspiration from Bram Stoker, had shipped himself in a coffin full of dirt with the rest of the furniture he still had. He did not remember much of that trip -- he had either been deep asleep or had completely blacked out (which were almost the same thing for him). Regardless, the arrangements gave him the most comfort possible for the long journey.

    This would be his first time on a plane. Would it be worse? Would it be better? It was another thing on his long list of things to worry himself over. 

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Living with Mortimer is often a weekly game of "Is My House Suddenly Haunted, Is There a Gas Leak, or Is My Vampire Roommate Just Going Through a Rough Time?"

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❝ how long has it been since you fed ? ❞ - Lip for Mortimer

Vampiric Starter Prompts.

Mortimer had lapsed into some other dimension, staring through the slowly melting ice in his glass of tonic water (sans gin, of course). He couldn't remember if he had even taken a sip of his drink yet, but that was hardly a pressing worry.

"Hrmm...?" He picked his head up slowly like an old dog roused from a nap. The vampire raised his brows. "Ah... not terribly long ago..." He licked his dry lips, the tips of his fangs momentarily poking out.

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Since the new DLC is out, we’ve been playing a lot of Cult of the Lamb again, and is it just me or does anyone else think that Helob sounds exactly like the Japanese voice actor for Undertaker in Kuroshitsuji ?????

Anyway, that got me thinking about the short part in both the first anime and the manga (I think both??? Forgive me, I have not interacted with that piece of media in literally a decade) where Undertaker is just vibing in a barrel of salt. And then that eventually peculated into a headcanon for Mortimer:

 Mortimer keeps large quantities of anhydrous ethanol (or depending on availability, Everclear or comparable spirit) in a large vat in his basement for the express purpose of taking a dip in when it gets too hot in the summer. Because ethanol evaporates so quickly, it is extremely efficient at getting his body temperature back down since he cannot regulate it on his own. He comes out looking a little more desiccated than when we went in, but he bounces back to normal quickly.

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open -- Mortimer Graves

   He looks confused, maybe even a little upset.  “Some young person just called me a ‘cryptid’. Is that what I am?  A ‘cryptid’?”

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Mortimer is not at all open about being a vampire, and will even go as far as out-right denying the fact if pressed on it. Mortimer is not an open book in general, and he has to really trust you in order to give up that personal information.

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absolutely losing my mind over mortimer wearing mid-to-light tone browns and pinks. going bonkers over the thought of him starting to wear colours other than black, grey, and white for the first time in his life.

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Sometimes Mortimer will just... lay in the snow. Sometimes on his back snow-angel style, sometimes flat on his face. He's vibing, let the man enjoy himself.