[VtM] Graveyard
Dec. 27th, 2018 01:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
emoslasherCharacters: Carson Page, Lara
Rating: G
Summary: Quick character interaction & study of Carson, whose having a hard time and seeks comfort in the graveyard.
The woodland cemetery looked especially unnerving at night, but Carson just thought that about any desert at night. The way it just disappeared into the dark and the shadows seemed deeper and more inviting… though of course, now Carson was part of those shadows. And it’s where he’d always remain, unable to even step out in the dance that all the other Kindred did.
He would always have to remain in the shadows. He’d have to hide himself because he was ugly and broken and terrible, both in the eyes of Kindred and Kine. And that was probably what had him brimming to the edge with all sorts of emotions as he treaded through the cemetery.
Was he angry? Jealous? Miserable? Lonely? Guilty? Every negative emotion you could possibly find packed into the small vampire? Yeah, that sounded about right. Everything blurred together and he wasn’t sure what he was feeling, he just knew he was feeling. And hated it. He kept telling himself he didn’t have a right to be feeling so damn angry… and that just made him more angry.
That stupid Tremere. That stupid blood witch making his heart ache and twist in agony with every thought of his cool, practiced smile… it made Carson want to claw it off his face. Or to get on his knees and beg him for love.
He was stomping at this point, his eyes burning with tears out of frustration. He only stopped through his trawl through the graveyard when a soft spoke voice called him out behind him. He turned to see the pale form of Lara, standing next to a gravestone. She was caked in dried blood on her floral dress and her mouth was stained red. But that wasn’t a sight that unsettled him at all, and she quirked an eyebrow at him.
“You’ll wake the dead with all that stomping, buddy.”
“…Whatever.” Carson mumbled from behind his mask. He could of easily told her to just fuck off but he found he never really wanted to shout or push her away, even when he got into these moods of his. She beckoned him closer, and he didn’t obliged but he did stay still and look back at her.
“Come on, Car-Car,” She said in her sing-song tone. “I can tell you’re upset, what’s wrong? You’re stomping so hard you might leave prints in the dirt.”
He huffed, irritated, and crossed his arms. “It’s stupid.”
“Maybe it is, you’re still upset though.”
“Does it fucking matter?!”
“Oh my god, it’s about that Tremere boy.”
Carson flinched and clenched his fists. “Shut up!” He tried to snarl but his voice cracked with his embarrassment and Lara gave him a wide, sharp toothed grin.
“I was just guessing.” Carson wished he had already mastered the ability to melt in the earth already, he could really use it right now. She just kept grinning at him. “Kinda obvious anyway, you clearly got it baaaad for him.”
“So what? Leave me alone, I shouldn’t even be upset about it…” He turned around and rubbed at his eyes at bit. Stop being such a fucking pussy, he hissed to himself. You don’t even have a right to be upset, you’re not his.
“Did he turn you down or something?”
Carson let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Like I’d have the balls to tell him that. He’s the Regent’s next star, and I live out of a fucking car.”
“Wow, you could write songs.” Lara said in a deadpan tone as she walked closer, her tacky jewelry clicking the entire way. “So what’d he do? He’s into girls? He already has someone?”
Carson made a grumbling noise, to which Lara just nudged him with her shoulder. He relented. “…He said he was busy, and he didn’t need me tonight for anything.”
“Oh for the love of- Carson-”
“I said it was stupid! I know I shouldn’t be upset but I am!”
“Man, just tell him you want him to fuck him or something. Or, you want him to fuck you.”
“Ugh. Shut up.”
Carson huffed and sat down on the grass, arms crossed and looking very much like a pouting child. Lara sighed and sat down next to him, hugging her knees in that stereotypical cute girl way that clashed with her blood stained graveyard wraith look.
“The more you push down those feelings, the worse you’re gonna feel.”
“Thank you, therapist Lara of the Graveyard.” Carson sniped, voice dripping with sarcasm and annoying. Lara rolled her eyes at him.
“Just say it, you feel bad because you like him and wanted to spend time with him. It sucks.”
Carson made a hiccup noise.
“If you wanna cry, it’ll be only me and the more immobile dead who hear.”
“No zombies?”
“Maybe in L.A.”
Carson let out a short laugh. “… I hate having feelings.”
“If I had your feelings, I’d hate them too.” She leaned over to rest her head on his shoulders. “Too bad getting into therapy as a vampire is impossible. Wanna go talk to the local doctor malkavian for advice? He’s got five stars!”
“Maybe that’s the answer.”
“Madman advice?”
“Acid.”
“Oh, right. That’s what they’re doing nowadays, right? Little out of touch here in my little decaying paradise.” She said with a giggle and Carson felt a little lighter. Maybe he went to the graveyard knowing Lara would be there to pull him out of his own personal hell… of course that was the reason, why else would he wander in here? He knew Lara stayed here.
“I wish I could just stay here with you.”
“Oh, no you don’t. I can be stingy with my food.”
“Beats having to deal with everyone else, or Izzy. Or having to deal with liking a tremere.”
“Eh, the tremere bit… why can’t you get a crush on one of those brujahs?”
“Ugh, all they do is flex and drive around in their weird cars.”
“I’m into it.”
“You have weird standards.” He said, but this time with a short laugh. She laughed too, and snuggled closer to him. “I wanna meet this tremere so I can make digs at you next time. Bring your whole coterie, too!”
“…I could actually do that.”
“I’ll be sure to wear my best dress, the one with the biggest blood stain. Do any of your friends like raw flesh?” She made a point to flash her large, double fanged teeth. Carson briefly thought about showing his teeth off as well.
“…Nevermind, actually.”
Rating: G
Summary: Quick character interaction & study of Carson, whose having a hard time and seeks comfort in the graveyard.
The woodland cemetery looked especially unnerving at night, but Carson just thought that about any desert at night. The way it just disappeared into the dark and the shadows seemed deeper and more inviting… though of course, now Carson was part of those shadows. And it’s where he’d always remain, unable to even step out in the dance that all the other Kindred did.
He would always have to remain in the shadows. He’d have to hide himself because he was ugly and broken and terrible, both in the eyes of Kindred and Kine. And that was probably what had him brimming to the edge with all sorts of emotions as he treaded through the cemetery.
Was he angry? Jealous? Miserable? Lonely? Guilty? Every negative emotion you could possibly find packed into the small vampire? Yeah, that sounded about right. Everything blurred together and he wasn’t sure what he was feeling, he just knew he was feeling. And hated it. He kept telling himself he didn’t have a right to be feeling so damn angry… and that just made him more angry.
That stupid Tremere. That stupid blood witch making his heart ache and twist in agony with every thought of his cool, practiced smile… it made Carson want to claw it off his face. Or to get on his knees and beg him for love.
He was stomping at this point, his eyes burning with tears out of frustration. He only stopped through his trawl through the graveyard when a soft spoke voice called him out behind him. He turned to see the pale form of Lara, standing next to a gravestone. She was caked in dried blood on her floral dress and her mouth was stained red. But that wasn’t a sight that unsettled him at all, and she quirked an eyebrow at him.
“You’ll wake the dead with all that stomping, buddy.”
“…Whatever.” Carson mumbled from behind his mask. He could of easily told her to just fuck off but he found he never really wanted to shout or push her away, even when he got into these moods of his. She beckoned him closer, and he didn’t obliged but he did stay still and look back at her.
“Come on, Car-Car,” She said in her sing-song tone. “I can tell you’re upset, what’s wrong? You’re stomping so hard you might leave prints in the dirt.”
He huffed, irritated, and crossed his arms. “It’s stupid.”
“Maybe it is, you’re still upset though.”
“Does it fucking matter?!”
“Oh my god, it’s about that Tremere boy.”
Carson flinched and clenched his fists. “Shut up!” He tried to snarl but his voice cracked with his embarrassment and Lara gave him a wide, sharp toothed grin.
“I was just guessing.” Carson wished he had already mastered the ability to melt in the earth already, he could really use it right now. She just kept grinning at him. “Kinda obvious anyway, you clearly got it baaaad for him.”
“So what? Leave me alone, I shouldn’t even be upset about it…” He turned around and rubbed at his eyes at bit. Stop being such a fucking pussy, he hissed to himself. You don’t even have a right to be upset, you’re not his.
“Did he turn you down or something?”
Carson let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Like I’d have the balls to tell him that. He’s the Regent’s next star, and I live out of a fucking car.”
“Wow, you could write songs.” Lara said in a deadpan tone as she walked closer, her tacky jewelry clicking the entire way. “So what’d he do? He’s into girls? He already has someone?”
Carson made a grumbling noise, to which Lara just nudged him with her shoulder. He relented. “…He said he was busy, and he didn’t need me tonight for anything.”
“Oh for the love of- Carson-”
“I said it was stupid! I know I shouldn’t be upset but I am!”
“Man, just tell him you want him to fuck him or something. Or, you want him to fuck you.”
“Ugh. Shut up.”
Carson huffed and sat down on the grass, arms crossed and looking very much like a pouting child. Lara sighed and sat down next to him, hugging her knees in that stereotypical cute girl way that clashed with her blood stained graveyard wraith look.
“The more you push down those feelings, the worse you’re gonna feel.”
“Thank you, therapist Lara of the Graveyard.” Carson sniped, voice dripping with sarcasm and annoying. Lara rolled her eyes at him.
“Just say it, you feel bad because you like him and wanted to spend time with him. It sucks.”
Carson made a hiccup noise.
“If you wanna cry, it’ll be only me and the more immobile dead who hear.”
“No zombies?”
“Maybe in L.A.”
Carson let out a short laugh. “… I hate having feelings.”
“If I had your feelings, I’d hate them too.” She leaned over to rest her head on his shoulders. “Too bad getting into therapy as a vampire is impossible. Wanna go talk to the local doctor malkavian for advice? He’s got five stars!”
“Maybe that’s the answer.”
“Madman advice?”
“Acid.”
“Oh, right. That’s what they’re doing nowadays, right? Little out of touch here in my little decaying paradise.” She said with a giggle and Carson felt a little lighter. Maybe he went to the graveyard knowing Lara would be there to pull him out of his own personal hell… of course that was the reason, why else would he wander in here? He knew Lara stayed here.
“I wish I could just stay here with you.”
“Oh, no you don’t. I can be stingy with my food.”
“Beats having to deal with everyone else, or Izzy. Or having to deal with liking a tremere.”
“Eh, the tremere bit… why can’t you get a crush on one of those brujahs?”
“Ugh, all they do is flex and drive around in their weird cars.”
“I’m into it.”
“You have weird standards.” He said, but this time with a short laugh. She laughed too, and snuggled closer to him. “I wanna meet this tremere so I can make digs at you next time. Bring your whole coterie, too!”
“…I could actually do that.”
“I’ll be sure to wear my best dress, the one with the biggest blood stain. Do any of your friends like raw flesh?” She made a point to flash her large, double fanged teeth. Carson briefly thought about showing his teeth off as well.
“…Nevermind, actually.”
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Date: 2018-12-27 01:36 pm (UTC)Also, Lara is adorable. I mean: for a graveyard-dwelling flesh-eating corpse witch. Definite wife goals.
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Date: 2018-12-27 09:30 pm (UTC)