Comments | lovingabruptly: ‘It faded on the crowing of the cock... and then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad.’

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‘It faded on the crowing of the cock... and then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad.’

Sep 12, 2010 17:14

( The street was blue and black, the receding night shadows pierced fitfully in dashes of morning light as the sun began to ease upwards over the horizon. Seven fourty-four a.m., and the cold city was beginning to warm: purple and black shadows eased into lighter blues, silver and gold highlights in the window as the sun’s rays lanced through the city skyline. )

[ char ] julian, *log, [ verse] supernatural stuff, *shaz

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woahnotouchie September 12 2010, 19:02:57 UTC

Waking up to the sound of his front door splintering was not quite how Rob was expecting to start his Wednesday. He sat bolt upright in his bed, almost falling out of it with the sharpness that his surprise employed. Managing to convert the inelegant movement into a peculiar dismount, he scrambled to his doorway, a rush of adrenaline telling him to grab his cricket bat in the corner and rush to the hallway with a battlecry - his generally sensible nature, however, prompted him to stay where he was, hovering nervously. Heart pounding almost painfully in his chest, he waited a few seconds to see if anyone was going to burst forth and demand that he hand over his money or his life, et cetera, et cetera (the intruder chose an awful place, if that was the case - if the somewhat pathetic interior of this place didn't give away Rob's largely penniless existence, he didn't know what would). Yet besides the thump that had followed the splintering, he hadn't hear anything ( ... )

bloodaholic September 12 2010, 19:25:12 UTC

Damn! Inhabitants. Julian hadn’t realised he’d closed his eyes until he realised he was opening them again to stare blearily at the man in the hallway. He pushed himself on to his back inelegantly, protectively raising his hands to shield his face in case the owner got any funny ideas with that cricket bat ( ... )

woahnotouchie September 12 2010, 19:44:32 UTC

With the coughing and the weary muttering, Rob's annoyance started to gently melt away into concern. He took a few uncertain steps forward, swallowing a little thickly and laying down the cricket bat on the floor. "Be back? What are you talking about- are you alright?" The young man was scaring him a little, if only because he seemed ... ill, more than he seemed drunk. He almost sounded as though he was dying. "Er, hello? Excuse me, are you-" Rob wandered a little closer again, staring at the stranger on his floor who seemed to have passed out.

"Oh god, I hope you haven't died," Rob murmured, leaning closer and very carefully waving his hand around near the young man's mouth and nose, just to check his breathing- before he suddenly leapt back as though the man had bitten him. "Shit!" He stumbled over the cricket bat, almost falling over. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, why-" He leapt away from the hallway, prancing wildly into the dumpy little kitchen and then back, trying to rid himself of the fearful energy that had suddenly taken over ( ... )

bloodaholic September 12 2010, 20:03:06 UTC

Reawakening was a less alarming process than dying daily - as soon as the sun began to sink twelve hours later Julian began to stir. He sputtered noisily and took a great, deep, human lungful of air before realising that doing so was quite redundant. His joints creaked painfully as he propped himself up on one elbow and scrubbed at his eyes with a sleeve of his trenchcoat ( ... )

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