vampirecliche:

    he reaches up, toys with the ends of his scarf—it’s armani. he never skimps when it comes to scarves, since they’re his staple accessory.

    “i often think about how it must feel to be mortal these days. i think i’d be worse off,” he confesses.

             <sub>❛you could say it sucks.❜

    green eyes flash, & she notices him toy with his
    scarf; grandpa’s got some fashion sense, huh?</sub>

vampirecliche:

    “sometimes it’s not easy to laugh at yourself. wouldn’t you agree?”

he tilts his head slowly, his own hands tucked into his pockets. paris has an essential tremor, an unexplained shakiness in his hands.

             <sub>❛i do agree.❜

    murky green eyes flick to his hands,
    where they’re shoved in his pockets.
    it’s a habit she does, when she’s
    twisting her own. eyes then flick up,
    to                          his                     face.</sub>

vampirecliche:

    “it felt odd. a lot of the things i do and say are odd, i feel like.”

he’s trying desperately hard not to grab up another cigarette, but the temptation is there and high.

             <sub>❛don’t worry about it; it
                 happens. we all have
                 those types of moments.❜

    she’s fiddling with her fingers,
    wringing her hands. it’s a bad
    habit of the girl’s.</sub>

vampirecliche:

     ”shit,” he grumbles. “no more tangents—i have a penchant for rambling.”

and he gives her an awkward, apologetic look on that note. it really is an awful habit.

             <sub>❛no no, really it’s fine.
                 just surprised me, is
                 all.❜

    she shrugs. tangents are okay,
    in                        her             book.</sub>

vampirecliche:

    “immorality is supposed to be all about life,” paris says, “but really, death is the most prominent thing for most of us who have lived very long lives. you can escape life anytime you want with the proper means, but death is all around you—that’s why i made it my life, i think.”

    he sighs quietly—paris hadn’t meant to be so loquacious.

             <sub>❛huh.❜

     that’s about the most she can say.
    she doesn’t know how to react to
    that.</sub>

vampirecliche:

    “the trick is to sever ties if you can—cruel to say, I know, but sometimes—sometimes you don’t have a choice.”

    he seems thoughtful now, putting out his cigarette against the brick of the building. then again, he’s always thoughtful—he’s just extra thoughtful when he has a cigarette in his hand; it just seems natural. 

             <sub>❛sometimes you have to hurt
                 the ones to love in order to
                 help.❜

     she understands, in a way. she
     watches as he puts out the
     cigarette, & she looks at him
     in                                   thought.</sub>

vampirecliche:

    “don’t be.”

he shrugs some more, trying to up the ante and maybe talk in more than two-syllable phrases at a time.

    “it’s natural for me. i’m seven hundred years old, and so it happens—it may not be quite so normal, but it’s what happens with me.”

             <sub>❛still. it has to suck seeing
                 someone you love die.❜

     she knows it does, but she’s not
     about to tell someone she’s lost
     people she loves. a sad frown
     enters            full                       lips.</sub>