asgardmeridiem | log 2 ;; my boyfriend the vampire

Entry tags:

log 2 ;; my boyfriend the vampire

Who: Beth Greene (

partinglass) & John Mitchell (

iamaplague).
What: When everything is over, Mitchell and Beth decide it's time to talk.
When: Day 368.
Where: Mitchell's room in Hel House.
Format: Action.
Rating: PG-13, lots of tears and maybe a few kisses and hugs.

[The earthquake came and went, leaving behind damages and wounds and this is what makes Beth leave Sigyn House after days of hiding in her bedroom. She has some medical skills, thanks to her father, and people might need them.

It takes her a while to notice that she's walking towards Hel House. Not until she sees a more than familiar mope of wild curls. She tries to escape but too late... Mitchell saw her and is now walking in her direction.

So yeah, maybe it's finally time to have that much needed talk about Mitchell's vampiric identity.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He really couldn't have expected her to rush back into his arms ? Seriously.]

Me neither. But I guess we can't hide from each other eternally...

[She follows him and tries to refrain her tears when she sees his messy bedroom. Is it so hard for him to cope with all that, with what he is and what he did ?]

Mitchell...

[Nope, not really...]

Yeah, Asgard isn't exactly big, I guess...

[Oh dear Beth, you have no idea how much Mitchell struggles to be good, to act human. He really does his best to keep dry, but sometimes his true nature demands blood.]

Yes? [He takes off his sweaty shirt, throwing it to the pile he has on the floor, and grabs his towel.]

I'll be back... I won't take long... [Though he'll understand if she leaves.]

[Even if a part of her only wanted that.]

That's true... [Well, this is awkward.

She both wants and doesn't want to know everything about him, about what he are. She's scared but she maybe could try to help him. However, she finds it hard to tell him this, not after what happened in mirrorAsgard.

She tries to not stupidly stare at his chest as he undresses and turns away.] Take your time... I will just...

[... Clean your bedroom, Mitchell.]

[Oh Beth, things are just so complicated now...

He doesn't take very long to shower. Just enough to wash the dirt off his hair and scrub the sweat from several days from his body. He comes back after 10 minutes, wearing only a pair of boxers and still drying his chest.]

I'm back... S-Sorry about the mess...

[They are. Will they ever be ok again ?

Beth carefully puts his dirty clothes away in a laundry bag and changes his bed. It takes her just a few minutes to make Mitchell's room looks nice again.

But then Mitchell is back and she loses tracks of her thoughts as she watches him standing there, half-naked and... Wet.]

It... I-it's ok...

[Maybe... He kinds hopes so...

He's a bit surprised to see she tidied up, that was really nice of her. Or maybe she was offended by his mess.]

Thanks... You didn't have to clean up, but thank you... [He sits down on the bed and pats the place next to him.]

[She truly wants that, to be honest.

No, she only needed to busy herself, to not think about what is now coming.]

You're welcome, but... [Ok, she can't stop starting at him.] C-could you dress first ? Please.

[Please...]

Ohhh... I'm sorry... I er... didn't think about that... [He grabs whatever clean clothes he can find and quickly pulls them on. He actually even sniffs at his shirt to make sure it's indeed clean.]

There...

[They'll have to make some efforts.]

I-it's ok... [It's not but can she truly let him know ? She watches how his muscles roll as he dresses, the grace if his moves. She chuckles a bit when he sniffs himself.]

Don't worry, you smell very good... [Oopps, did she really say that aloud ?]

Anyway...

[Yes, a lot, but they can do it, right?

And she did say that aloud...]

Oh... Thanks Beth...

[He sits on the bed and pats the place next to him.] Or we can sit on the floor if you prefer...

[They at least can try.

Oopps ? But it's the truth.]

Y-you're welcome...

[She shyly sits next to him, just a few centimeters away from him.] Just... Don't touch me, ok ?

[He will do his best.

Mitchell is a bit disappointed when she asks him not to touch her, but really, what did he expect? At least she's not running away screaming.]

I... Ok... [He looks at her.]

So... um... Where to start?

[She is ready to listen to his arguments, it's a start.

She looks back at him then down again, playing with the hem of her shirt. She is longing for his soft touches and sweet kisses]

You could start by telling me what happened... Why are you like this ?

[Hopefully they'll be good enough...

So is he... But he won't touch her until she lets him know it's fine.]

Well... I wasn't born like this... I was human, long ago... When I told you I was a soldier... That was true... I enlisted in the army in World War I... It was then, when I was wounded in battle, that a vampire called Herrick made me what I am now...

[He sighs deeply. Herrick is not one of his favorite subjects.]

[He has to make them good enough.

She looks up at him, his perfect youthful face, his dark curls.] World War I ? Y-you really don't look that old... [She doesn't want to think that people blood is probably what keeps him so young.]

Herrick... Did he let you the choice ?

[He sighs and looks down.]

I can't age, because I'm dead... My life isn't natural... But Herrick, he didn't really leave me much choice... I was really scared of myself at first... Scared to kill other people... But then...

[He shakes his head. It's so hard to tell all this to somone as lovely and sweet as Beth...]

[He's dead. This is something she can't quite process, the last dead she met tried to eat her.

Her mother included.]

Then what ? You realized you liked killing people ?

[You have no idea what she is able to hear, Mitchell.]

[He won't try to eat you because he loves you, Beth. And something about Asgard helps him keep clean.]

Well... For a long time, yeah... Herrick and I... We did terrible things together... I'm not proud of it...

[Maybe that you should tell her that too, Mitchell.]

I... W-what made you change ?

[Awww, he probably mention it at the end of his story.]

I... Well... [He bites his lip.] Listen Beth... This happened many years ago... In the 60s, I think... So it's in the past...

[He sighs.] I met a girl... She made helped me realize I didn't need to kill, and helped me to keep clean of drinking blood. I left Herrick, and she and I were together for some time, but eventually our relationship had to end...

After that, I tried my best to not drink blood, seeking friends who would help to keep me balanced. Sometimes, though, my control slipped, but believe me, after doing it, I felt terrible... [Well, not quite immediately after, but yeah...]

I'm sorry...

[She listens with attention and even if she feels some jealousy, she knows, she understands that Mitchell is way older than her and that he lived many lives already.]

What happened ? You killed her ? [She quickly covers her mouth and looks down, regretting her words as soon as they leave her lips.] S-sorry...

[She tentatively reaches for his hand.] So... Having friends... Being with people you love and who l-love you... It helps you, it makes you feel better ?

[Give her time to accept everything, Mitchell.]

[He sighs sadly, because the answer won't please Beth that much.]

Josie? No, I wouldn't have... We dated for a while, but she grew older and I remained the same... Ageless... She deserved to get married, have children... I couldn't let her waste her life, so we broke up and went separate ways...

Yes... Being accepted by a group of friends is really good... And it kept me balanced. I've been trying hard since then...

[She doesn't like the answer but maybe not for the reasons he imagines.]

I think I understand and you were right, even if it probably hurt you... Both Josie and you... [She tentatively reaches for his hand.] You have been robbed of so much... A lover, a family... A life...

I... I am your friend here, Mitchell... I can try to help you...

[Awww Beth... He gently holds her hand.]

You know... when I was alive, I wondered what it would be like... To have children...

[He smiles softly at her.] Really?

[She clings onto his hand and moves closer.]

Did you ? I... I think you would have been a great dad...

[She smiles back and lifts his hand to kiss it.] Really, Mitchell.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

He are ? lol Ookayy.

LOL

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject