anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue pt 2

"I'm glad you're so easily pleased."

The last of the armor came to rest on top of the chest in the corner, before he moved towards the bed. There was a small jut of his chin, the international sign for 'nudge over', before he allowed himself to settle down. Now? The mark on his arm was visibly sealed, though still in the process of healing. He'd cut deep and hadn't replenished any of it, just yet.

"I am a simple man with simple needs." He shifts to make room without comment, tucking up on one side facing Locus because- well. Even if he's been saved. Even if he's not human and vulnerable anymore-

Taking out Delta's chip is stupid easy and habit is a hard thing to break.

It's not something that concerns him, particularly. He settles onto his back, hands clasped atop his chest, staring half-lidded at the ceiling for a moment or two.

"...I suspect that one day you may feel differently about the events that transpired today."

"...what, that I might grow some existential angst and resent you for swooping in to save my life? I've already been a teenager once, man. As long as I don't get a bout of vampire acne I think I can handle coming to terms with this new life. You saved me. You gave me Delta back. You don't want anything from me that I'm not willing to give, so." He shrugs, shifting enough to not fall off the bed and ending up with his head on Locus' shoulder.

Because cuddly bastard.

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't, but the odds are in favor of us being cool."

He makes a noise that may or may not be agreement before grudgingly admitting "...I've read the novels. It seemed a possibility."

Which is perhaps York's first insight that maybe, tall dark and stoic has some layers to him beyond stone-cold badass vampire with pretty green eyes.

Huh. Well that's-

Unexpected, but nice to know.

"You're gonna have to specify. The Classics, The Gothics, or the incredibly homoerotic ones?" Either way that was a common narrative theme, resenting the master. "I only got enough in me to resent one asshole and that slot's already taken up by The Director."

Locus turns his head, surveying him for a moment. He's not sure that'll always be the case. It's easy to feel one way after just having survived certain death. When the years start to creep on, things may change.

But it's comforting to know that he intends to embrace this. "Hn. Good to know." His brow furrows slightly. "You have them categorized?"

"I had a phase when I was a moody teenager and scifi didn't seem as interesting to me. Kind read all the vampire books I could find." There are lists and lists of them, even in the advent of alien invasion and war and all that jazz.

"Is it everything you thought it would be?"

It contains seeds of truth about the condition, these fictions that sell on paperback shelves in airports. That had been the first trial, finding out what was and wasn't true, what was ridiculous superstition and what could in fact be counted on. The focus had understandably been on what could kill him, but the idea of vampire society?

He admitted some curiosity. He'd only ever known the one who turned him (not maker, not sire, nor any other title), and now? Now he had Taylor.

"Heightened senses, not dying, cold and pretty and hungry? Kinda. Also feels like Tuesday to me." He shrugs, nestling closer. "Kinda glad the whole coven thing is bs. Way too much politics and backstabbing in those for my tastes."

"No. It is just us, and the one who made me. So far as I know."

It's a wide, wide galaxy. Easy enough for them to slip between the cracks and avoid one another, it appeared.

Locus glances down briefly before allowing his eyes to shut. "Get some rest. We start hunting tomorrow at sunset."

"Maybe there's more on hub stations?" Easiest way to avoid the sun is to be where there isn't any. But, thoughts for tomorrow.

For now he burrows close, tucking himself against Locus' side as he drops off to a dreamless slumber.

Red vs Blue pt 2

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