OPEN bad dreams despite your good intentions / intro

[albrecht n.]

"i am just a new invention" ✭ tags ── Night was... well, difficult for the vampire. One would think that, as a nightwalker, he would be out and about. And he was. He just may have had a few too many drinks, and fell asleep in his home at some point during the night. However, plagued by nightmares, he hardly got any actual rest. The following evening, he slammed the entrance to his home open and walked out, bleary eyed. He made it down some steps before tripping and falling on his face with a groan. ”This fucking sucks.”

[ROSEMARY]

ROSEMARY & HAYWARD

The vampiric ocelot and mercenary sabertooth walked the cobblestone streets. Rosemary tilted her head up to look at him as she spoke softly. Hayward almost slouched to murmur. Occasionally, one would laugh and that would spark the other to join in.

However, when Albericht fell flat on his face before the couple, they stopped.

Rosemary squinted skeptically at the possibly-drunk vampire. She leaned against Hawyard’s leg as she asked, “You okay?” If she had to deal with plague during her first month as apothecary…!

Hayward blinked as he looked down at Albericht. However, he couldn’t hide the amused gleam in his pink eyes. “You’re Albericht, right?” He flashed a smirk, but was able to smother that facial expression. “We probably haven’t met because bars bore me.”

Rosemary glanced at Hayward. But then she shrugged. She didn’t bother to stop leaning against his leg. “Bars are boring.”

[einar]

I'M GOING TO MAKE MY VOICE, YOU'LL NEVER GET MY CHOICE TO BREATHE !

The siren call of drink and ale was a temptation too strong for the brute of a knight, often drawing him out until the tavern keepers kicked him out on his miserable ass some time early in the morning. Perhaps he wasn't that discreet, perhaps he'd seen too many familiar faces. The sight of Albrecht falling on his face had the thoroughly boozed man chuckling as he nodded his head in the direction of Rosemary and Hayward in a form of greeting. "Stairs too slippery or the world too topsy-turvy?"

Approaching the other to offer him a paw to get back to his own, a snort of amusement as he looked around the city street, "Welcome back to the world of the living", came the soft grunt, though even he knew he was no better off than the other. "Missed you in the bar last night. Staying home would explain a few things."

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