[Less than a minute later he's there, giving the briefest knocks and then slipping inside, shutting the door behind him. He lingers at the doorway for a second, squinting over to the bed.]
... Sorry 'bout that.
[He knows all too well what it's like being that third wheel of a shouting match. Bu with apologies out the way he's slinking to the bed to perch on the edge of it.]
[It's not so much the third wheel in a shouting match that's getting him down as much as it's the happy outcome of said shouting match (why yes he hung around long enough to hear all that); knowing that Cassidy has such a close ally around now who's likely to come to his defense all too quickly. That'll make any prolonged punishment so much harder.
He glances over, managing a tiny sympathetic smile.] On the contrary, I'm sorry you had to go through that.
[Poor Eccarius having such a difficult life where he can't just murder his boy friend and be done with it.]
Ah, it was bound to come out eventually. [He says with a dismissive swipe of his hand, legs swinging up as he flops onto the bed and wriggles closer to the center. On his back, hands folding on his stomach as he stares up.]
We didn't exactly part on the best of terms, like.
[Tulip, he means, obviously. He's not aware of any parting he and Eccarius may do.]
[He turns his head to glance at Eccarius from inches away, shifting his arm just enough to poke a bony elbow into his side.]
Wouldn't have met you otherwise though. I mean I don't go in for all that fate shite, but it's funny how things happen sometimes, huh?
[Like how Cassidy getting hunted by vampire slayers caused him to jump out of a plane over the same town that just happened to have a Preacher with super powers. Strange happenings that always seem to fall into place.]
[So if it weren't for having a fight with Tulip, he and Cassidy would have never met, and Cassidy would have never brought Eccarius' long life to such an abrupt humiliating end. How about that. Another reason to hate Tulip.]
[Whoop, sorry Tulip, forever digging her deeper into the Eccarius shit list.]
Takes the responsibility out of yer own hands, dontcha think? Leavin' shite to fate, o-or sayin' somethin' is thanks to fate, it removes your own achievements. Easy way to excuse shitty behaviour too.
[Briefly Cassidy's lip curls and nose scrunches in a sharp "wut??" face, but then he realises and can't help a few barking laughs as he props himself up on an elbow.]
Christ, not like that, love. She meant actual God. Not the fairy space wizard shite, she's talkin' mid-life crisis in a latex dog suit kind of God.
[Said in a tone that implies that what he sees, is that Cassidy has clearly gone round the bend, off his rocker, away with the fairies; so forth and so on.]
I swear on me life, in this shady basement, right? There he was, dog mask on and this form fittin' suit, on a leash with this mistress lady and-- christ, and all these "dog toys"-- [Finger quotes.] -- and dog treats. They were chargin' a bloody fortune for it.
[Thoughtful pause.]
Honestly wish I'd paid now. Not many folk can say they doggy styled it with God Almighty, eh?
[Cassidy does sound off his rocker, or just really high. It fits the same theme as almost every drunk/high story he rambles about, like the unicorn story all over again.]
[The touch is enough to draw him in, flopping onto his side and reaching out an arm to drape over Eccarius' waist.]
She'll give you plenty of chance now, I know it. At first she probably just thought you were some posh prick in frills, 'least now she knows your my posh prick in frills, eh?
Ooh, that's right. Not got any folk that need impressin' with all that lace no more. You know I'd be impressed with no clothes at all, but I doubt the public is ready for it.
[A slow grin and some genuine sounding excitement, all for the idea of getting his fancy boyfriend into something a little more "normal" every now and then.
If there's one thing that Eccarius might be able to learn from this world, is that fans like vampires no matter how gothic or vaudeville they look, especially if Cassidy's fanbase is anything to go by.]
[Don't he know it. And this is clearly why he'd do far better in some skinny jeans and a slim tee as far as Cassidy's concerned, get them muscles showing.]
Don't let your dreams be dreams, love, Anythin' is bloody possible in this world, I fully support any venture of yours for night time or indoor swimwear modelling. Obviously I'd have to come to every shoot, just for uh, quality control.
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[Lying on his not-a-coffin bed, staring forlornly at the ceiling.]
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... Sorry 'bout that.
[He knows all too well what it's like being that third wheel of a shouting match. Bu with apologies out the way he's slinking to the bed to perch on the edge of it.]
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He glances over, managing a tiny sympathetic smile.] On the contrary, I'm sorry you had to go through that.
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Ah, it was bound to come out eventually. [He says with a dismissive swipe of his hand, legs swinging up as he flops onto the bed and wriggles closer to the center. On his back, hands folding on his stomach as he stares up.]
We didn't exactly part on the best of terms, like.
[Tulip, he means, obviously. He's not aware of any parting he and Eccarius may do.]
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Yes, I got that impression. It's hard when you and a friend don't see eye-to-eye.
[He stays where he is, rather than moving to give Cassidy more room, the closeness being fine.]
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[He turns his head to glance at Eccarius from inches away, shifting his arm just enough to poke a bony elbow into his side.]
Wouldn't have met you otherwise though. I mean I don't go in for all that fate shite, but it's funny how things happen sometimes, huh?
[Like how Cassidy getting hunted by vampire slayers caused him to jump out of a plane over the same town that just happened to have a Preacher with super powers. Strange happenings that always seem to fall into place.]
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[So if it weren't for having a fight with Tulip, he and Cassidy would have never met, and Cassidy would have never brought Eccarius' long life to such an abrupt humiliating end. How about that. Another reason to hate Tulip.]
Why don't you believe in fate?
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Takes the responsibility out of yer own hands, dontcha think? Leavin' shite to fate, o-or sayin' somethin' is thanks to fate, it removes your own achievements. Easy way to excuse shitty behaviour too.
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There are some who equate fate with divine will. Seems like your friend Tulip might be one of them, talking directly to God as she does.
[presumably]
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Christ, not like that, love. She meant actual God. Not the fairy space wizard shite, she's talkin' mid-life crisis in a latex dog suit kind of God.
[Because that explains everything.]
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...dear lord, what have you been smoking?
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[And now that he's thinking about just how much Eccarius doesn't know, he really wishes he was smoking right the fuck now.]
Mate, God was in Nola. Practically down the road from ya.
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[Said in a tone that implies that what he sees, is that Cassidy has clearly gone round the bend, off his rocker, away with the fairies; so forth and so on.]
You saw Him, did you?
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[Thoughtful pause.]
Honestly wish I'd paid now. Not many folk can say they doggy styled it with God Almighty, eh?
[Cassidy does sound off his rocker, or just really high. It fits the same theme as almost every drunk/high story he rambles about, like the unicorn story all over again.]
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[Eccarius sighs.]
This sounds amazingly like an acid trip—you do realize that, don't you?
[And a thousand times more likely than reality, given Cassidy's habits.]
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[He flops onto his back once more with a "huff". He won't push it, he's got nothing to gain or achieve by trying to prove himself right.]
My point is, she's not some bleedin' lunatic. She's a good mate, y'just gotta give her a chance.
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[But even then... eh.
He rolls a little onto his side, facing towards Cassidy and brushing soothing fingers over his cheek. ]
You know I would do anything for you, love. Although I think perhaps it's she who's not giving me a chance.
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She'll give you plenty of chance now, I know it. At first she probably just thought you were some posh prick in frills, 'least now she knows your my posh prick in frills, eh?
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Time will tell, I suppose. Perhaps I need to do a little shopping for something less... frilly.
[It's not as though he needs to keep up the romantic gothic vampire act anymore
...probably.]
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[A slow grin and some genuine sounding excitement, all for the idea of getting his fancy boyfriend into something a little more "normal" every now and then.
If there's one thing that Eccarius might be able to learn from this world, is that fans like vampires no matter how gothic or vaudeville they look, especially if Cassidy's fanbase is anything to go by.]
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[He is more well-built than he looks, under all those layers of velvet and brocade.]
A pity I can't be a swimsuit model.
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Don't let your dreams be dreams, love, Anythin' is bloody possible in this world, I fully support any venture of yours for night time or indoor swimwear modelling. Obviously I'd have to come to every shoot, just for uh, quality control.
[And not at all just to stare.]
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You? Quality control? As much as I love you, my darling, the very idea makes me shudder. Clearly you would need to perform some... other function.
[Despite the slight, he's looking at Cassidy with true fondness in his eyes, forgetting for the moment how much he hates him.]
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[He's huffing out an exhale of amusement as he nuzzles in close.]
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You certainly didn't think so in the beginning, if I recall correctly.
[He sounds a little wounded at that, but there's more mischievousness than injury in his eyes.]
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