What dreams may come...
It was nice, walking along the trees that lined the park. Though nice was a relative term as the rain poured down on the pair of vampires. Their hunting had taken them across Brooklyn, it seemed. Finding a meal had resulted in unorthodox tactics, in luring drunk college students into a seedy, grimy subway station. The affects, though, where not something either of them were likely to object to.
Percy spun on heel, laughing a little as he grinned in a drunken manner. "God rest ye merry gentlemen, left nothing you dismay..." He said with a chuckling smile. Prospect Park was muddy, wet and blissfully empty. And Percy was in a cheerful mood, despite the way his hair stuck to his face.
"I think you are a drunk," he said, putting a finger in the middle of Arsene's chest. "You should be like that more often."
Percy spun on heel, laughing a little as he grinned in a drunken manner. "God rest ye merry gentlemen, left nothing you dismay..." He said with a chuckling smile. Prospect Park was muddy, wet and blissfully empty. And Percy was in a cheerful mood, despite the way his hair stuck to his face.
"I think you are a drunk," he said, putting a finger in the middle of Arsene's chest. "You should be like that more often."