#Mitchell&Cianan//

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Closed Starter// @adsagsona (Mitchell)

For a flash of a moment, he'd thought he'd left his wards down, and saw a ghost but the man he saw was very much amongst the living even if he wasn't alive. In disbelief, he stopped in his tracks with a slacked jaw it took him a moment to realize his old friend Mitchell had managed to cross his path. A smirk soon edged at the corners of his mouth as he stepped forward and tapped gently on the other's shoulders, "So they let the likes of you in, eh?"

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"You remember when McDonnell with his–", Cianan stopped midsentence as his oldest friend passed him a scone. The witch often spent a good time being rather somber so a smile was reserved for few and far between moments. The small upward curve breached his mouth as he took the pasty from his old friend as his eyes danced between the offering and Mitchell. "Do you miss 'em? Want me to tell you what it tastes like?" He knew it was unlikely, more than anything it was just a kind gesture. The witch knew he was thin. Up until he ran into Mitchell he'd been down in a rather lengthy depressive episode. It was pretty normal for him to thin out when they happened.

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Mitchell couldn't help wanting to spend time with Cianan. Not only was the man a true blast from his past, he could talk to him. Really talk. Not only memories but everything in between. The vampire could use a friend like that, with which he didn't want to say anything against his roommates who were trying their utter best.

As he held out the scone to Cianan, the man asked almost immediately if he missed them. Mitchell took up another one and bit into it. "Munching takes care of the cravings... and on the plus side, I always remain the same size." He chuckled. "Just sharing food with a friend, man. These scones are some of the best out there."

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giving them food without them asking for it Mitchell to Ciadnan because friendship is also love 😉

"You remember when McDonnell with his–", Cianan stopped midsentence as his oldest friend passed him a scone. The witch often spent a good time being rather somber so a smile was reserved for few and far between moments. The small upward curve breached his mouth as he took the pasty from his old friend as his eyes danced between the offering and Mitchell. "Do you miss 'em? Want me to tell you what it tastes like?" He knew it was unlikely, more than anything it was just a kind gesture. The witch knew he was thin. Up until he ran into Mitchell he'd been down in a rather lengthy depressive episode. It was pretty normal for him to thin out when they happened.

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The vampire seemed surprised the quaint small town held anything of interest. It made sense, but sometimes the inconspicuous made the best places to hide. He was about to elaborate but at the mention of a beer, he nodded and followed him to the bar. Sliding onto a stool he nodded, "Well, let me join you for the nightcap. Hospital? How do you like it?" Convenient enough place to be in case one needs to dip into the blood bank he thought: smart. More than anything Cianan wanted to pull out a cigarette but as the world changed so did the attitude of smoking at bars. Shifting back to how he found himself in the small town he admitted, "There's an Asomdeus Grimore I'm seeking out. Apparently, there's a coven here who currently holds it. They stole it from my client a few years back. I'm to retrieve it."

"Watch who you're calling old, ya git." Mitchell answered with a broad smile himself. While he didn't know everything about Cianan, he knew that the other man didn't age either, but in a different way than him. "On the hunt for something? Here?" Nothing ever happened in the small town, that was one of the reasons why Mitchell had moved here. "Come on, let me buy you a beer." The vampire nudged Cianan and walked over to the bar where he ordered for them so they could sit together. "Yeah, I live in town, work in the hospital here... I just wanted to get a beer or two before going home."

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A brief hug followed by an excited back tap before finally he separated. Cianan smiled widely and taunted, "You've not aged a bit old man." Pulling back he took a visual accounting, and he hadn't been the least bit wrong with the comment. Nodding in agreement, "Decades but also a blink of an eye. I'm on the hunt for something. It dragged me to this lovely little hamlet," he added with a wink. Cianan was in the business of securing items for other supernatural beings.

Curiosity, suddenly struck and Cianan surveyed the room of other patrons. "What brings you out tonight? Do you live around here now?"

Mitchell wanted to have a beer and be away from the house for a little while. He had worked in the hospital and had taken on an extra shift, he deserved a beer. He had barely stepped foot inside of the bar when a strange familiar feeling crept up on him. The tap on his shoulders didn't surprise him, but the person standing there did. "Cianan?" From surprise his expression changed to pure joy and he pulled the other man into his arms. "Fuck, it's been... decades." He whispered before pulling back. "What are you doing here?"

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"It... serves the purpose." Mitchell shrugged as he looked over to Cianan. "And it keeps other vampires away... ailing people are often great targets for them and the last thing I want to do is to increase their numbers." While he did not exactly like it much, his sire was back in the small town and he had already spotted Mitchell in a crowd. It wouldn't take long before the attempts to draw Mitchell back in would begin. "Seriously? Witches here?" The vampire's voice lowered to a mere whisper. "I've not heard nor seen them." But of course, anyone could be low profile when they wanted to be. "If you'd like a place to stay, you can always stay with me. No need for a hotel."

The vampire seemed surprised the quaint small town held anything of interest. It made sense, but sometimes the inconspicuous made the best places to hide. He was about to elaborate but at the mention of a beer, he nodded and followed him to the bar. Sliding onto a stool he nodded, "Well, let me join you for the nightcap. Hospital? How do you like it?" Convenient enough place to be in case one needs to dip into the blood bank he thought: smart. More than anything Cianan wanted to pull out a cigarette but as the world changed so did the attitude of smoking at bars. Shifting back to how he found himself in the small town he admitted, "There's an Asomdeus Grimore I'm seeking out. Apparently, there's a coven here who currently holds it. They stole it from my client a few years back. I'm to retrieve it."

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"Watch who you're calling old, ya git." Mitchell answered with a broad smile himself. While he didn't know everything about Cianan, he knew that the other man didn't age either, but in a different way than him. "On the hunt for something? Here?" Nothing ever happened in the small town, that was one of the reasons why Mitchell had moved here. "Come on, let me buy you a beer." The vampire nudged Cianan and walked over to the bar where he ordered for them so they could sit together. "Yeah, I live in town, work in the hospital here... I just wanted to get a beer or two before going home."

A brief hug followed by an excited back tap before finally he separated. Cianan smiled widely and taunted, "You've not aged a bit old man." Pulling back he took a visual accounting, and he hadn't been the least bit wrong with the comment. Nodding in agreement, "Decades but also a blink of an eye. I'm on the hunt for something. It dragged me to this lovely little hamlet," he added with a wink. Cianan was in the business of securing items for other supernatural beings.

Curiosity, suddenly struck and Cianan surveyed the room of other patrons. "What brings you out tonight? Do you live around here now?"

[adsagsona]

Mitchell wanted to have a beer and be away from the house for a little while. He had worked in the hospital and had taken on an extra shift, he deserved a beer. He had barely stepped foot inside of the bar when a strange familiar feeling crept up on him. The tap on his shoulders didn't surprise him, but the person standing there did. "Cianan?" From surprise his expression changed to pure joy and he pulled the other man into his arms. "Fuck, it's been... decades." He whispered before pulling back. "What are you doing here?"

Closed Starter// @adsagsona (Mitchell)

For a flash of a moment, he'd thought he'd left his wards down, and saw a ghost but the man he saw was very much amongst the living even if he wasn't alive. In disbelief, he stopped in his tracks with a slacked jaw it took him a moment to realize his old friend Mitchell had managed to cross his path. A smirk soon edged at the corners of his mouth as he stepped forward and tapped gently on the other's shoulders, "So they let the likes of you in, eh?"