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[sammyemerson]

❛   answer this first:   are we going on the ferris wheel?   ❜   the night child’s gaze finally abandons quiet waters,   no longer fixated on the way the light reflects.   they could go to the boardwalk,   it’s always more enjoyable with company;   plus,   they could never turn daniel down!   heart-shaped sunglasses are lifted,   settling on wavy locks,   ocean eyes bright and inviting.   he stands,   brushing sand from his jeans,   grinning.   ❛   how much time do you have?   ❜   the boardwalk’s bloody history,   and how many vampires they’ve fought there by now,   matters little   —   sam has never stopped enjoying it.   they can’t help but wonder if daniel has heard about it,   if he has seen some of the old missing posters.   lingering despite the fact that there hasn’t been any disappearances in a long time now.   ❛   we can go on the rides.   how do you do on rollercoasters?   ❜

ཐ   prompt   ཋ   @m0ll0ys:   i thought you’d like some company.

[sammyemerson]

senses are drowning in death   —   and they’re lost in their attempt to decode what they’re seeing.   this is what happens when the comic shop isn’t busy,   and the seer has nothing else to focus on!   ocean eyes look past jane,   unfocused,   and he blinks once,   twice.   sam only returns to the present when a jolt echoes through their vessel,   and it’s followed by her voice.   ❛   do you feel that?   something feels off.   ❜   they’re more knowledgeable now,   but unfortunately,   they still don’t have experience with whatever is causing this.   ❛   ignore me...   i’ve had really long days.   ❜   and nights!   the truth:   their sleeping schedule’s thrown off since they’ve been staying awake during the day and the night.   ❛   my mom’s in town.   ❜

ཐ   starter   ཋ   @shadowedvales.

[sammyemerson]

what was he telling benny?   their train of thought is dead and buried,   lost forever,   though the list had gone:   vampires in santa carla,   the boardwalk,   and their new batman comics.   no one could blame him!   he’s done his monthly feed and has enough energy to bounce off the walls.   he blinks,   quiet,   ❛   wait,   benny.   ❜   despite the raw energy living in their vessel,   they sit deadly still,   staring up at the witch   —   who’s acting like nothing happened,   like they didn’t just turn their world upside down.   ❛   benny...   ❜   sam tries agan,   attempts to be firm,   but words roll off his tongue as a whine.

blue eyes are bright and pleading,   sam barely managing to resist the urge to reach out and pull them close by the hand.   ❛   wait   —   you kissed me.   ❜   look at them trying to carry their conversation!   ❛   but yeah,   we should definitely go to the boardwalk.   i think i was saying that it helps me focus.   ❜   which he’s wholly unable to do post being kissed,   however,   he’s trying his best!   ❛   what was i saying?   ❜

ཐ   starter   ཋ   @divinares.

[sammyemerson]

a ghost because she was murdered?   the bounce in their step ends then,   night child sobering as a pout marks territory on rosy mouth.   now that was unfair,   and traitorous mind wonders how many of his own killings ended up in this situation.   wait...   did vampires become ghosts?   they fall into step with armand,   looking up at him with glossy eyes.   ❛   that’s terrible.   is there anything we can do to help her?   ❜   where emotion lacks in fellow vampire,   sam’s overwhelmed with it.   they’re accustomed to the horrors now and welcome them,   but they’ll never become immune.   ❛   maybe we can talk to her   —   see if there’s something we can do?   ❜

their one eternal curse and gift:   they want to help,   they need to help.   and it doesn’t matter what it costs him.   sam blinks away any threat of tears,   continuing the path to the house.   he’s not scared,   but even more curious now.   could they do anything for her?   head tilts,   considering,   hand reaching out to press against armand’s arm.   ❛   i’m not assuming anything,   armand.   do you wanna tell me about it?   ❜   doesn’t expect anything to be shared,   however,   he leaves an opening.   ❛   not at all!   —   i wanna meet them!   ❜

his steps remained ever steady, both hands intertwined behind his back as sam chatted away and, he was unable to discern in the moment if it was a play of nerves ― or simple disposition. a controlled smile pulled at his mouth as he flashed the torch in his direction. " this particular specter.. allegedly has been haunting these grounds because she was .. murdered. " the vampire uttered plainly, not an indication of emotion towards it could be found.

armand stared in their direction, seemingly unblinking and .. contemplative as he turned the flashlight in the palm of his hand. DO YOU HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH THEM ? passively, his mind drifts to claudia if only for a brief moment. " in some ways, nothing at all what you might think. " and with that, he turns on his heel and continues their venture forth. " you aren't scared, are you ? "

[sammyemerson]

if only michael could see him now   —   practically glowing beneath the moonlight,   thriving in this new life he was given.   and although,   at times,   it was difficult to tell sam was a creature of the night,   at other times,   it was so painfully obvious.   ❛   i thought you would be.   we’re gonna have a great time.   ❜   they mean that wholeheartedly,   and they bounce in place before they reach out to toy with daniel’s jacket.   a sign that he desires to catch his hand instead.   ❛   really?   i might stay out a bit longer...   i love a good sunrise!   ❜   truth be told:   their sleeping schedule has been a real mess since he was fourteen years old and he began to hunt.   he unfortunately couldn’t settle in either the undead’s hours or the living’s hours.   ❛   sounds like we gotta do everything,   daniel.   also,   i need to have a slushie.   ❜   he releases daniel’s jacket then,   stretching his arms out as he walks,   enjoying the cool breeze.   ❛   how long are you staying in town?   ❜

the night air chilled between them, & daniel watches him carefully as he searches for a response. sunglasses lift ─ a corey hart vibe amuses him slightly. ( one that is careless upon the strangers that stare so obviously ) wearing sunglasses at night. anticipating, catching the glimmer of life that lights up in the other's gaze. the matched energy stirs something inside of him .. & more than anything daniel was willing to unravel all the things he would soon hope to discover on a small town that seeks to push him out. ❝ yeah .. i'm cool with heights, ❞ grin crosses him quickly now, hands rest in the pockets of his leather jacket. daniel looks over his shoulder, as if he was interested elsewhere! ❝ til' sunrise, that's usually when i head in, ❞ when he returns to the hours of a vampire, despite his human heartbeat. SO EAGER to hear something interesting, fill pages, drawn to him. ❝ let's do roller coasters, & the haunted castle, ❞