“Been hard to wrap my head around. We don’t go down easy. You know—“ he does a little claw hand with the one not holding his flask, bares his teeth. Probably looks pretty stupid doing it. “Sort of thought the only silver lining to the whole werewolf deal was maybe getting a few really good, solid, years with the people I love. Being basically indestructible. Now I can't stop myself worrying about more of it happening. And sooner than I’m ready for. Jeez. Stumbling through the rest of my longer-than-normal life with this.” And then, because he’s drunk and he’s not really sure how much of any of this he’s getting across, clarifies, maybe needlessly: “Loss, I mean.” Viago looks so out of his depth, Anton can’t help but push. “You’re a vampire. How do you deal with outliving everyone?” After a moment of quiet reflection, Viago offers: “It is not so bad,” His cold hand pats gently against Anton’s thigh. “Most days I don’t even think about it.” “And the days you do?” Anton pushes. Keeps pushing. Something. Anything. Viago’s eyes unfocus very briefly, and then lock on Anton with so much intensity he’s half worried the guy can see straight to the fragile, beating heart of him. “Ruinous.”
Reoffering up my viaton fic which i’m still pretty happy with and will once again force upon the masses 🙂↕️
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