[remind me not to kiss a cute devil of a boy who seems like he might like me. it's always kavinsky's weakness. well. one among many, many weaknesses.]
Sure, [he says.] That works.
[and then
it's a few hours later before kurt has gone and gotten him. daemon communiques first, then the mutant had gone outside to see him. kavinsky had fallen into what seemed like a light doze— which isn't possible, because he's a vampire, but maybe it's because he's also half-dreamer. mostly, it's because the pain didn't all go away. some things take time. and other things take
an angry mother. which is who darkens the step of kurt's bedroom doorway in a moment, beside the young mutant himself. by now, the scent of burnt vampire flesh has settled into the still air, pungent. he's still settled down on top of the blankets, his cheek nested in the pillow, the vague feel of foreign scars still playing under his tattooed fingers when he moves them.
no subject
Sure, [he says.] That works.
[and then
it's a few hours later before kurt has gone and gotten him. daemon communiques first, then the mutant had gone outside to see him. kavinsky had fallen into what seemed like a light doze— which isn't possible, because he's a vampire, but maybe it's because he's also half-dreamer. mostly, it's because the pain didn't all go away. some things take time. and other things take
an angry mother. which is who darkens the step of kurt's bedroom doorway in a moment, beside the young mutant himself. by now, the scent of burnt vampire flesh has settled into the still air, pungent. he's still settled down on top of the blankets, his cheek nested in the pillow, the vague feel of foreign scars still playing under his tattooed fingers when he moves them.
he doesn't know that in three, two, one—]