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Who: they're both askedtobe rudolphofvamps
When: Backdated to after this
Where: their apartment
Summary: after a few days of hideousness.... they finally get to talk. or something.
Warnings: who even knows, unpleasant conversations? none, will update if necessary.
[ There was something deeply exhausting about healing himself back fully from death. It wasn't just that it was tiring, because it was undeniably that, but it was unsettling, made him feel disconnected and off. This was the third time he'd done this now and it didn't get any more pleasant.
Which was why, upon returning home, he'd done nothing apart from shove his blood and vomit soaked clothing into a bag along with his ruined shoes in a ridiculous attempt to hide them from Spike, and had promptly gone to sleep. He'd had every intention of taking a shower but he just didn't care enough, couldn't be bothered to waste time scrubbing off the scent of blood and bleach and sick when all he wanted to do was sleep. To not have to think for just half a second about whether or not the rest of the city felt exactly the way Jason did.
He'd heard Spike return at some point, heard him leave again at another, and had simply pulled the covers up over his head, unbothered by the fact that they'd have to be bleached now as well considering the time he hadn't wanted to spend bathing meant he was still as filthy as his clothes. But every time he started to wake again, Peter simply pulled himself deeper under the covers, hoping that by the time he finally let himself return to reality, he'd feel a little more like the person he used to be. ]
When: Backdated to after this
Where: their apartment
Summary: after a few days of hideousness.... they finally get to talk. or something.
Warnings: who even knows, unpleasant conversations? none, will update if necessary.
[ There was something deeply exhausting about healing himself back fully from death. It wasn't just that it was tiring, because it was undeniably that, but it was unsettling, made him feel disconnected and off. This was the third time he'd done this now and it didn't get any more pleasant.
Which was why, upon returning home, he'd done nothing apart from shove his blood and vomit soaked clothing into a bag along with his ruined shoes in a ridiculous attempt to hide them from Spike, and had promptly gone to sleep. He'd had every intention of taking a shower but he just didn't care enough, couldn't be bothered to waste time scrubbing off the scent of blood and bleach and sick when all he wanted to do was sleep. To not have to think for just half a second about whether or not the rest of the city felt exactly the way Jason did.
He'd heard Spike return at some point, heard him leave again at another, and had simply pulled the covers up over his head, unbothered by the fact that they'd have to be bleached now as well considering the time he hadn't wanted to spend bathing meant he was still as filthy as his clothes. But every time he started to wake again, Peter simply pulled himself deeper under the covers, hoping that by the time he finally let himself return to reality, he'd feel a little more like the person he used to be. ]