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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[championbittersweet]

He puts a hand out to steady Emil, expecting the trip to have been particularly rough for him, and gently nudges him towards an armchair that's seen far better days. Much like the rest of the room they're in. Exposure to the elements has left the paint peeling from the walls and ceiling and the wooden floorboards have rotted and broken in places, leaving behind gaps that peer down into the rest of the building.

There's still some time until the sun rises so he gives Emil a chance to get his bearings, leaning against the ruined wall to keep an eye on his, for lack of a better word, guest and the city below.

"I'm sorry for the disorientation. It's best to stay somewhere hard for anyone without my abilities to reach, but experiencing them isn't a particularly easy experience. Take your time, we're safe here."

[illequipped]

Oh, alright, a chair. It definitely looks old and gross at best, but Emil sinks bonelessly into it with a grateful sigh. In a moment, the room will stop spinning, and he'll be ready to have a conversation.

He stares at a crack in the floor for a little bit, squinting into the darkness below. The more time he takes to calm down, the more surreal this all seems— sitting here, in some vampire's secret lair, with said vampire just watching him like this is all normal-!

"Oh— okay," he says, glancing up. Truthfully, he only caught about half of that, but he got the gist. It's another few moments before the prolonged silence starts to feel awkward, at least for Emil— a pervasive 'so now what?' flooding the dilapidated room.

"Soooo," perfect, keep this up, that's great, "Do you usually pick people up and take them, uh, here? ...Home?" Is home the right word? He can't be sure.

[championbittersweet]

The question earns a smile, a flash of surprisingly human teeth in the dim light cast by the moon. "No. I don't see many humans out of a night here and suffice to say that most of my kind and I do not see eye-to-eye."

It occurs to Jonathan, far too late it seems, that a human is going to need a few necessities that he does not. Food is hopefully not required for a short period, but water is slightly more important, although he doesn't know where in the ruined city anyone would find some. Needless to say, none of the current residents care for it.

"Do you have any supplies with you?" he asks, curious and hoping that while the decision to try and survey the area might be rash, Emil wasn't so unprepared as to leave without something to sustain himself.

"There's bedding in the other room, but I haven't any water or food I'm afraid. Some of the plumbing may still work in the buildings..." He frowns, slightly concerned now about Emil's comfort and survival.

"Perhaps I should try to get you back to your home instead. You'd be safer there."

[illequipped]

Emil blinks at him for a moment, like it didn't occur to him at all to bring supplies going out on his own— which is always a great sign in a tiny vampire slayer. Then he holds up a finger- wait, wait- and pats at all of his pockets, eventually producing what appears to be a smallish, but adequate canteen. He shakes it, and water sloshes around inside.

"I've got this." But food? He din't expect to be out more than a few hours, so no food. Hopefully he isn't here long enough to need food either... It's a distracting train of thought that gets away from him slightly, such that he almost doesn't catch Jonathan speaking to him again, so soon after the last time.

But no, he hears him this time— there's something a little odd about a vampire, like... fussing over him like this. No, it's definitely odd, but it's a little odd that he's not dead yet in the first place, so Emil won't complain. He does, however, make a face at the suggestion that he get taken back home, holding up his hands to refuse that immediately.

"I'm not doing that- that jump thing of yours again. I'll be sick everywhere! I'm sorry, but you'll have to deal with me until morning."

[championbittersweet]

Jonathan isn't particularly fond of the idea of Emil being ill either, so he imagines that they'll both need to simply try and survive as best they can for the moment. Which has been his life since the epidemic swept the world as they knew it decades ago, but it doesn't seem as fitting for someone who not only has somewhat more complex needs but is also likely to draw attention for miles around.

"Very well," he agrees dubiously. "But you'll have to return home come morning, and stay here until close to then. I'd rather not try fighting another one of those giants."

Most of his injuries are healing well enough, although with his limited diet, it takes slightly longer for him than it might otherwise. But the occasional tug of pain from a still closing wound or bite mark does make Jonathan suddenly consider if his guest managed to survive the fighting - particular what he hadn't seen before arriving - unharmed or not.

Moving past Emil, Jonathan ducks into the small room off from the open space they'd landed in and digs around for the limited supplies he's managed to scrounge up in the city.

"I do have bandages if you need them and a bed if you're tired," his voice floats out from the darkened space. "There's still a few hours until morning."