// A lot of stuff going on in my life atm.

I don't think I can focus much on writing so I will be taking a hiatus from my accounts for some being and so I don't feel obligated to do replies.

I will still be on discord for my friends that have me there.

"So lemme help you where I can, where you'll allow. Take the money. Does me no good just carrying it around now."

Rose's palm carefully.

"You need it. Consider it a problem temporarily solved, if only just. But I see it .. You're dealing with things money can't always fix. Now, I tried to help but you're a stubborn one, I'll give you that, sweetheart." ++

A trace of amusement, corners of lips pulled back in a grin as he insisted upon gifting Rose the coinage.

"Been around a long time, more that can bear to count. This? This is only money and it ain't any good in my hands now. Plenty more where it came from." He reassured, pushing them into ++

"Might be able to fetch something nice with this to the right buyer."

"Tell you what I'm gonna do for ya..." He fished within his pockets, drawing some old coins — dated, certainly. From a time long near forgotten.

Reaching for Rose's hand, he'd bury the gold within his palm.

"It's different than today's money, but it's gold all the same." ++

A slow inahle taken from his nose, drawing in the other's intoxicating scent — wishing, so desperately, that he'd be able to indulge in a bite...

& It took a hefty amount of willpower to deny that to himself.

"I knew I liked you from the moment I set my eyes on you." ++

"See.. That's what — That's what I like about you, darlin'." He gestured towards the other man with a pointed finger, waving it in his direction with a grin — keen & excited.

"You're different, just like I had thought. Something to be admired about you, Rose. Something special." ++

A deep laugh rippled from the throat of the man as he'd reveal teeth, jagged with razor pointed ends & in a flash ... he was upon the other man, making a go to bite at the flesh of his neck.

"Let us get along real nice then — friend..!"

"Not for too long, I mean." He spoke in charmingly calm tone, yet his smirk twisted to something wicked.

That friendly gaze would darken, glinting with red as hunger grew more difficult to deny & became overwhelming with a need to sate ... with the blood of the man stood before him. ++

The sheer worry that grew amplified with Peter's tone had tickled something within Remmick. Amusing him like it were all just some big, grand game for him to play ..

& In a sense it were.

Simply putting it — 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵.

"It won't hurt." ++

"How much?" He held the instrument up, eyes darting beteen it & the boy.

"Been in my family since I could remember, passed on to me from my father. Some might say it'd fetch a pretty penny. I say? Priceless."

"Did you want to hold it?"

"No harm, no foul, y'know. But I was doing some thinking now. About you.. When we sang and drank together like true Irishmen. I just couldn't quite shake it."

"Thought of it every night since. Thought of you.."

"You said I could come by anytime I wanted, so figured I'd ... drop in."

In the most literal of senses, an amused look about the man as he smirks, hands stuff within his pockets.

A show of meaning no harm — not yet anyhow.

"Couldn't.. quite help myself in a chase, sweetheart." ++

"You're lookin' to pick up the banjo?"

// made myself giggle

At inhuman speed, the vampire appeared before him — right within path of collision as a hand grasped his shoulder, eyes glimmering red in the shadows brought by the night.

"Rosie—"

The voice continued to trail behind, besides — in front of him, calling from the darkness , beckoning him near.

Whispers of promised love, fellowship, family until it all finally came to an abrupt hault, dissipating to nothing & allowing for that moment's peace . . .

& How it were brief. ++

// playing with your food. Man..

The voice continues to echo, as if spontaneously surround the man in every which direction.

Calling to him in a softened whisper , seeming closer one second & further away the next.

" 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 . . "

" 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯, & 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 . . . 𝘐 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘈 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 . . . 𝘛𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘨𝘴

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 . . . 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯 . . .

𝘖𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 . . . "

"𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦..."

"𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦.

𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦? 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳?

𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

I'm sure that's something we can find out together. Man to man.

// now... young man????

// Physically harming Kas' Peter on one account

Emotionally harming him on another.

It's a good day to be me.

// too tired for more than banter on my accounts rn. Might nap.

I wonder what I could do to sway your mind..

// he wont

// putting him in a box and taping it shut