025: Home is Where the Heart Used to Be [Visual]

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Drusilla rarely dreamed for the sake of dreaming. Though the future could be pleasant enough, the fragments that crept into her head while she slept were generally too disjointed to be genuinely enjoyable. Putting the pieces together took effort and keeping things secret ... well, that was enough to tire anyone. Even her.

She missed them when they weren't there, though. In fact, waking up to find that her head was as empty as her bed - no pretty boys or delicate girls to devour for breakfast, no dolls to lavish with attention, no companion to share her darkest heart with - was enough to send a shiver up her spine. She didn't like it.

Where had she gone? She couldn't remember leaving the city, but, at the same time, knew that she must have been somewhere else.

If the hamsters had invited her to a party, they should have let her keep the favours.

The vampire stretched, slipping out of the tangled silk sheets and walking to the window. It was night. Cool and soft and false. Some things would never change.

She picked up her tablet. That hadn't changed, either. She didn't like technology, but at least familiar technology could be watched. She knew how to make sure that it didn't bite her when her back was turned.

"I hope someone remembered to tend Miss Edith," she said, by way of greeting.

She hoped they'd missed her.

010 || [Location: Streets] || Ten Stories

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He of all people really should have known better, thinking nothing was going to happen to him just because it hadn’t yet. There was that temptation to just stay in his room and not go anywhere, but that, apparently, wasn’t working out too well for people either. Ending up with strange bedpartners wasn’t exactly a new occurrence in his life, but surprise ones were a little lower on the ladder of enjoyment. He very much preferred remembering putting them there.

As it was, he would always be restless, always have that wanderlust. Even if he couldn’t leave the city, he could at least try and slake the thirst for it by wandering to the edges of the cage and back, even if he would only come back angry. Trapped inside by glass walls. Aimless attempts at an escape that he had honestly given up on long ago, even if he tried to keep up appearances.

Today, though, it seemed that fickle lady Fate had other plans. He had stopped paying attention to the living dolls that he walked past about the time he figured out that they distinctly lacked in the personality department, but as he walked past a rather imposing iron gate, he caught a glimpse of that girl that he’d seen dancing however long ago it was. He nodded once, but he wasn’t really in the mood to talk, and kept right on going—

—until he was jerked back by something in the vicinity of his wrist. Chain. Perfect. To the girl on the other side of the gate. Even better. As much as he was far strong than the average mortal, he had his doubts about moving that piece of metal.

“...goddammit.”

((This took way too long to get up and I apologize. Feel free to ambush him anywhere on the street, too~))