chavaniac | asgard au; vampire murder posse edition

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asgard au; vampire murder posse edition

[Well, that month or so of being away from Asgard was entirely unpleasant as far as Diva was concerned. Which wasn't entirely accurate, since she couldn't really remember it, but still. She had vowed to herself that she was always smart enough to not take off her bracelet for even a second, and yet, the past month was a grey fog. She had just come out of the fog by a bracelet being slipped on her wrist, and the vague memory of seeing her silver bracelet bounce off the pavement and roll into the sewer drain out of reach as she had taken it off for just a moment.

Her life is so hard, clearly.

She sighs a little as she opens the door of her home, not really yet aware of just how long she had been absent yet—She had guessed a week or so. It was going to be annoying to explain what had happened, so she had already resigned herself to feigning ignorance.]

Hey, I'm home.

[She didn't usually announce herself when she returned home, but it seemed appropriate for now.]

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[murder is a healthy coping mechanism and an effective way of dealing with problems all rolled into one neat package!]

I would prefer to handle it first, so yes. [he definitely looks pretty content with the thought. being a one-man bodyguard and cleaning crew has always been one of his favorite perks of the job.] You shouldn't have to waste your time on people who would put you in a foul mood, anyway.

You're right! It's annoying that I have to deal with them anyways, since it's not like before, where it was easy to just get rid of them, but...

[A sigh. It's hard to say whether it's exasperated or content] But I guess that's just something to pay for being here! But you know, I had thought before, if someone really upset me, it would be really fun to just kill them over and over again. I mean, since I died, I could just meet them at the castle and get kill them until I got bored.

[She laughs airily] It would be fun to do that to Cheriour, I think. When he died, it was so wonderful to watch, because he never had before. All of that agony... I loved it.

Ah, but if you were to do that, the surprise that made his first death so exquisite would be lost quickly. Wouldn't it be better if he had no idea when to expect the next one? [these are serious problems that require serious attention!!]

It would draw a lot of negative attention to you if you just killed someone over and over, as well. If you managed to frame one or two deaths like an accident, the paranoia you could create would be hilarious. [yes.....]

Ah, that's true! That's something that you all, my Chevalier, I mean, were better at, though. I get too impatient to frame deaths that well!

[She laughs, because clearly this whole conversation is funny... these two...] Hey, unless you wanted to help, right?

[lighthearted welcome home banter... how quaint....]

If you wouldn't mind the help, I wouldn't mind giving it. Far be it from me to interfere if you would rather keep the fun of dispatching them to yourself, though. [and then, like he's seriously putting some thought into how many consecutive murders they could get away with:] Framing can always be worked on after the fact.

Then we should! I haven't done anything that fun in a while either, since I've been trying to make things easier for Johan, but...

[She pauses to link her hand with his, her smile turning into a grin] But it's pretty hard to stay still for that long. There are still a lot of people that I'd love to play with.

[if he was actually a sensible person, he'd probably realise about now that Diva brings out the worst in him much faster than anyone else ever could.

BUT HE'S NOT so he just gives her hand a gentle squeeze and smiles in a way that's totally unfitting for the topic at hand.]

You've only just gotten back. Do you want to exert so much energy right away? [but it's not actual scolding this time; more like a quiet jest.]

[She laughs, shaking her head] Not at all! This is something to do later.

I have to make sure people know I didn't leave or something first!

[that seems to boost his mood a little. he likes the idea of doing something later, as if that in and of itself would be enough to anchor her to the city so she couldn't give him a heart attack again.]

That sounds like a good plan. Rapunzel and Vriska will be delighted to know you're back, I'm sure. [in a slightly more gentle tone:] You were missed, you know?

[She looks a bit surprised by that for a moment, but then looks away with a smile, giving a little shrug]

Well, of course. Anyone would miss me being around, right?

[But her voice is actually fairly soft, indicating that she's actually pretty touched by the sentiment.]

Anyone sensible, yes. [and the people who aren't sensible obviously don't count! he doesn't ruin his own mood by lingering on a thought like that for too long, leaning over a little to brush some hair from her forehead with open affection.]

The town might as well go back to being grey without you here.

[For a moment, she allows herself to get caught up in the sentimentality of that statement. It was so kind, and she was touched to think that she mattered so much to someone. It shows on her face for a moment, but it's suddenly gone, replaced with an expression of cool indifference. But this isn't just brushing off an emotion that she has trouble expressing like it was a moment ago.

She had forgotten for that moment that he was her Chevalier. Of course he has to think that was, she thinks, and it's like the sincerity of his words loses meaning, in a way. It just reminded her that she has to keep that mask with her Chevalier, because even if this Carl was certainly different and charming in a way that the one she knew wasn't, she still couldn't completely trust him enough to give him that honesty.]

I'm glad to be back. Not that I really knew that I was gone, but you know what I mean.

[It's like that revelation makes her uncomfortable, so she moves to sit up, though her movement is slow and languid] Has it been hard for you?

[to say the sudden change in demeanor was troubling would be a bit of an understatement, but he's never been one to question the comings and goings of her emotions. worry creases his brow for a moment - no doubt pondering whether or not he had said something wrong to illicit that reaction - but that too fades quickly.

he pulls his hands from her when she shifts back into a seated position, folding them in his lap instead.] I imagine it must be difficult, returning to a place you didn't even know you had left. [he tugs at the cuff of his shirt sleeve and looks discomforted.] ...It was upsetting, but I don't mind waiting for you.

And if I hadn't come back?

[She glances back over her shoulder, since her legs are still thrown over the armrest of the sofa] What would you do?

What would I have done? [hm... not that he actually needs to contemplate his answer to this, but he makes a show of looking toward the ceiling with a thoughtful expression, anyway.]

...I would have continued to wait, I suppose. [even when the chances of seeing her again dropped to near impossible in his own world, he never quite deemed it a complete impossibility.] I would make certain the house was well-kept so that you would have a nice place to return to if you ever did come back, and I would wait.

[She laughs, but there's an almost mocking note to it]

Ha, of course! Chevalier are so good at waiting for me, after all.

[Diva runs a hand through her hair with a dark chuckle at that, because she had always been rather jealous that they got to stay awake, while she was forced by something she didn't understand or comprehend (nor did anyone else, for that matter) to sleep for thirty years. But the motion almost acts to brush away most of her irritation, and she just releases that twinge of bitterness with a sigh and begins to kick her feet idly.]

Hey, your Diva, she had to sleep too, right? For a long time, I mean.

[the corners of his lips twitch momentarily but he does a decent job at keeping his expression relatively placid. he doesn't want to accidentally sour the mood, or to allow his own to be brought down even a peg. today is for celebrating Diva's return, that's all.]

For several decades at a time every few years, yes. [he thinks it's a painful irony, having twenty-four hours a day seven days a week for all eternity to himself when he could only spend a fraction of that time with one of the only people he cared for.

he also no longer takes that fraction for granted now that even it is gone, which makes moments like this even more precious to him.]

Why do you ask?

Just curious. It wouldn't be fair if some other Diva didn't have to sleep like I do.

[She makes a thoughtful noise, then glances back toward him again] Do you think I'll have to sleep here?

[he laughs briefly, even if there's not much actual amusement behind it.] You don't have to worry about that. [and then she gets a curious look that barely manages to mask his concern] Do you feel like it might be possible?

[because really

how much would that suck]

...I don't wish to be overly-optimistic, but I'd like to think the gods would have the foresight to prevent one of their travelers from falling asleep for decades when any moment could turn into a critical one.

I don't know. When I died, there would have been another two years before I'd have to go to sleep again, so of course I'm not getting sleeping yet. It's still a while before I'd start to feel that way.

[She shrugs] I hope you're right, though. I hate going to sleep. Still... I wonder how it would work? Like, what if your blood didn't work because you weren't my Carl? I guess I'd be like sister then, huh? How weird.

[there's a little wince at that. part of the reason he can cope with her death at all is by just plain not thinking about it, and he can't wrap his mind around how cavalierly she treats it.]

You ought to be fine for a while longer, then. If you start feeling tired in a year or two we can ask the gods to halt it. [a grimace] As useless as they are, they should be able to manage that much. ...That way, we wouldn't have to worry about whether or not my blood would be good enough in this situation, either.

Mm, that would be good. I definitely don't want to sleep here.

[A pause, then she chooses to change the conversation a bit, since she totally saw that wince] You shouldn't worry so much about that, though. Saya killed me because she's the only one that could kill me at all. If I was going to die, it was going to be by her hands, so it's not so bad.

I don't want you to, either. [it's said in an unusually soft tone, and there's audible apprehension in it. he has the patience to wait, but he certainly doesn't want to put it to use.

the apprehension becomes even clearer when she changes the topic, almost bordering on agitation.] How can you say that? [it's a genuine question rather than an accusatory statement, but he certainly doesn't look like he wants to know the answer regardless.] She had no right to. She had no right. Spitting on her true self, looking down her nose at the rest of us as though we were the ones completely out of place-- And I'm supposed to accept the fact that she got what she wanted? That you... you-- because she couldn't understand something as simple as the food chain? Because she didn't want to give up her little pretend family and those godforsaken humans? [whoops someone's getting a little worked up]

...I can't accept that.

[It's a surprise to hear, not because it's a new statement or anything, but simply because it's unusual to hear her Chevalier express it around her. It's how she feels, but she hadn't imagined that her Chevalier would understand it in the same way. She had always taken it as something that they laughed at her for, just for being illogical, but not something emotional like she took it as. It creates a strange feeling, and she's momentarily taken aback, running a hand through her hair idly. It's things like this where she wants so badly to accept a Chevalier into her heart, but at the same time, her past experience says that's a bad idea.]

...You really believe that, don't you?

[But it's a rhetorical question, because she could hear it clearly. Her nervous fidgeting settles, and his statement seemingly earned back the bit of favor that he'd lost, because she shifts again to be closer to him. Diva sets her head on his shoulder, deciding to open that door just a crack.]

That's what I think too. And I guess, if I'm honest, I kind of hate her for it! But I shouldn't hate sister, because she's just the luckier one. That's how it's always been. So, I guess it's that it's hard for me to feel sad that I died because of that. That's just been something that's been true ever since Joel decided it was me that was going to live in the tower.

[the frankness is a side-effect of the (mostly) open honesty that he and the Diva he remembers often spoke to each other with: decades-old at this point, but something he never let go of.

so her reaction is a little surprising to him, but he's grateful for it at the same time. that cool distance was unnerving, and even if he doesn't like the topic at hand, anything is better than awkwardly wading through stilted conversation.]

I don't believe it's something you have to accept. [a pause, and he folds his hands in his lap quietly.] Even if it's all in the hands of luck or fate or God, I don't think you should be expected to accept something so unreasonable.

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this makes me sad for charles because this isn't reality

meanwhile in asgard, charles cries alone with a pile of candy

HAHAHA the definition of friendless loser

if friendless loser was a power he'd somehow pass level 3

lvl 999

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wow I make stupid typos I am sorry...

no worries i didn't even catch it... smh reading comprehension

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