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[ It doesn't cause him physical pain to send a message to the person he picked a fight with while nearly blackout drunk, but it comes very fucking close. ]

guess i should thank you for not beating me unconscious

[ Unfortunately, Sharkface remembers exactly what he did. Just like he remembers waking up on the floor with a bastard of a headache and realizing someone had covered him with a blanket and left him a glass of water. Fucking hell. This needs to be dealt with before Godric decides to just tell everyone. ]

we should talk

Edited 2020-01-14 02:50 (UTC)

Thought about what you said.

[ About wanting a friend instead of a lackey. Sharkface isn't sure he believes it, but he sat with the question for a long time after talking with Angela. Wondering where he stood with her, where he stands with other people. The lines have blurred, just a little. And he's started to wonder, why not? Why not stand next to people he likes and spend time with them? He's already gotten to the point where he'd kill someone if it meant protecting Angela or Gene, and not because they're useful to him. But because he doesn't want them to be hurt and the world seemed well positioned to do just that.

It's a strange, dangerous thought. One he's only beginning to define the edges of. It cannot last, and he knows that, but maybe he could try to be Ephemera for real.

Just for a little while. ]

Anyway. Thought you might appreciate this.

[ He sends over a picture. It's taken inside the apartment he's been crashing in. The lighting isn't very good, but it shows a wide expanse of wall, the hint of a ceiling above. And on it someone has painted a mural in acrylics, depicting a sunrise over a Morningstart safehouse. The colors are vibrant and heavy, the shadows a little too thick to be entirely realistic. The buildings rise with the sun, ghostly faces peering out of dark windows. Too distant to see clearly, but paying witness nonetheless. And at the center, the sun is rising the light chases back the dark. ]

Edited 2020-01-21 02:40 (UTC)

[ Trevor has committed the sketch of Godric to memory, with no such image of the more violent vampire to reference. He scans every face he passes in the city just in case, a small newly carved wooden blade in his pocket. It had been luck to find a fallen branch in one of the gardens.

Imagine his surprise when he recognizes the face not in a dark alley on his way back from the bar, but in the Safehouse. He's sitting placidly on one of the cots, motionless and impossibly pale. It's a wonder Trevor hasn't spotted him before, but the place is awfully crowded these days.

He walks directly up to Godric, who appears younger than him but Trevor knows that is a lie. The creature is likely ancient. ]

Vampire.

Hey, how are you doing?

You wouldn't happen to have been recently kidnapped, would you?

[ keepin' it casual in case he hasn't :) ]

Hi Godric it's Quentin, you have a few minutes?

Godric. I have neither seen nor heard of you since the expeditions... are you well?

I need a favor.

[ He sends over the location of a local hospital. ]

Angela's there. Someone should be with her when she wakes up. Can you do that?

[ it's very late (or early, depending on how you look at it), but silena is awake and she doesn't know how godric is adapting to his newfound need for sleep. caroline seems unaffected but maybe she needed sleep in the first place? ]

You up?

[After they all wake up!]

Hi Godric. Eliot I think is gone so I'm going to go to the Red Wings safehouse for a little while because it sucks being without him. Thanks for letting us stay, you're the best, I hope I'll see you at RW. I'll get you a drink if you do. <3

Hey. Checking in on you, are you okay?

[during the invasion:]

Do you know a bat that communicates with lights?

@terrence.ephemera

@terrence.ephemera

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