Threading the unmendable
Who: psyd_seward and master_helsing
When: Afterparty, December 24th, Christmas Eve
Where: From the Phancyhive Household to the Tower apts: 404
Summary: Seward's broken heart leaves him intoxicated with melancholia; which leads to him needing an escort home by his humble professor.
Warnings: PG (Probably Gloomy)
Into the cold and slush of the night, where breath misted in the air, Abraham lead a poor cloaked soul into the emptying streets. They had left the party after a skirmish between a harlot and himself, a man of God, placing himself between the wretched and the pure. That pure heart was the man who walked curled under his wing, broken from thoughts of betrayal and deceit.
"Come along and make haste, Friend John. Your heart may be shred, but no such thing will happen to your body."
The professor declared as he forged them into the Darkness and swifted them both into the safety of his apartment building; with a narrow escape from the prying eyes of the ghoul-kind out and about. The door shut and slammed with a bolted lock, the blackish plague eating away the door-frame as it had done many-a-time now, but at least they were none-the-worse for wear.
"We'll not be making these ventures habit for you." He attempted to lighten his tone, despite the fact that he had nightly gone out under Seward's sleeping nose and stalked the night like the fiends swarming out there.
When: Afterparty, December 24th, Christmas Eve
Where: From the Phancyhive Household to the Tower apts: 404
Summary: Seward's broken heart leaves him intoxicated with melancholia; which leads to him needing an escort home by his humble professor.
Warnings: PG (Probably Gloomy)
Into the cold and slush of the night, where breath misted in the air, Abraham lead a poor cloaked soul into the emptying streets. They had left the party after a skirmish between a harlot and himself, a man of God, placing himself between the wretched and the pure. That pure heart was the man who walked curled under his wing, broken from thoughts of betrayal and deceit.
"Come along and make haste, Friend John. Your heart may be shred, but no such thing will happen to your body."
The professor declared as he forged them into the Darkness and swifted them both into the safety of his apartment building; with a narrow escape from the prying eyes of the ghoul-kind out and about. The door shut and slammed with a bolted lock, the blackish plague eating away the door-frame as it had done many-a-time now, but at least they were none-the-worse for wear.
"We'll not be making these ventures habit for you." He attempted to lighten his tone, despite the fact that he had nightly gone out under Seward's sleeping nose and stalked the night like the fiends swarming out there.