Fifth Vlog | Video | Daemon: hunterd

[bratpack]

[ Hey everyone, welcome to the party in the woods! Or at least, what you can see of it behind this close up of Wyatt's grinning face. There are glittering lights in the background and the weird, mismatched music of the party can be heard. Wyatt has to raise his voice to be heard over it. ]

What is up guys my name is Wyatt, you probably all know that. Unless you're new, in which case, hey! Welcome to the Apocalypse! It's pretty dope here, you probably noticed. I'm telling you, F.A.T.E.S is so cool that he - or she. Or they? I don't know, whatever: they're so cool that they threw a full on multiple-day spanning party just for my birthday. Hey, F.A.T.E.S. -

[ He lifts his glass, filled with an unholy mixture of frothy golden beer, and deep burgundy wine, and salutes the camera. ]

- thank you, my guy. Slash girl. Slash, whatever you are. Hey, you should join us at some point, so that we know what the fuck to call you. Anyways.

[ He takes a drink of his disgusting cocktail, then drops down to sit on a pile of cushions. It's now evident that he's opted not to wear a shirt, but he is wearing cutoff jean shorts. The camera, otherwise known as his daemon Hunterd, follows to keep him in focus. ]

I got a kind of serious thing to talk about. The whole birthday thing has me thinking about, like. Age. And getting older, and shit, which you know, is important when like most of the people you know don't actually do that. When all your friends are like, hundreds of years old and fucking immortal, it puts a new spin on how it feels to be nineteen. I have one year left of teenage dreaming, people. [ He holds up his finger. ] One. So I'm thinking, like. Okay, I'm just gonna ask you, cause that's the whole point of this vlog.

If you had the choice to just not get older, but live forever. Would you do it? Like, is there a con to this pro? I mean, there'd be the whole, 'must drink the blood of the living to survive', deal, but my friends seem to manage okay. Vamps ain't so bad from what I've seen. So, yeah. Your thoughts, please, Youtube-Lite. I'm listening.



[ ooc: This post happens the day before the Confessions Bomb hits! ]

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[bratpack]

[ Ignacio touches his chin again and Wyatt's heart skips over itself. That description of their intimate connection makes his whole body head up, and then Iggy gives him that smile, and…

Okay, fuck this. ]

Yeah? Okay.

[ He leans forward, sudden and impulsive, and he presses his lips against Iggy's. Wyatt's kiss is rough and eager, his warm mouth solid against Iggy's chill, and he slides his hand over his hair at the same time. Then he leans back, his smile crooked and his eyes shining. ]

That's to remember me by. Until you keep your promise.

[sadico]

[ If Ignacio had the instinct to gasp he would have in that moment. As it was, he was silent as his eyes flew wide with shock. Lips were parted, expression completely surprised- as if he'd never even been kissed before! He barely knew how to respond, but respond he did, instincts taking control as he gave as good as Wyatt- accepting the roughness while providing it in kind.

After it broke a laugh bubbled up his throat, it escaped him before he could even think to contain it. What was this overwhelming feeling of elation? He could hardly think to put it into words. Who dared to kiss him so unexpectedly like this? To treat him like an equal without fear? Wyatt, apparently.

Ignacio decided that he liked it. ]

That... I will not be able to forget.

[ He promised as he moved to his feet, suddenly eager to acquire permission from Rafa- but more than that, he desperately needed to consider what had just happened here. ]

I will speak to you at a later time, my friend. Until then...

FTB

[bratpack]

[ And then Wyatt falls back to enjoy the party, a strange, crooked grin on his face for the rest of the night. That kiss made an impression, and now he's pleased with himself.

He doesn't think it'll be the last he sees of Ignacio. ]