Blenner's Apartment, Sunday Morning [6/17]

[noapte_denoapte]

He'd never known such a quiet war. Yes, the fire roared as its flames ate London. Yes, the zeppelin thrummed overhead. But, there were no screams, no wails, no pounding heart beats

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[walter_n_wires]

Walter rarely dreamed, or if he did, he rarely remembered his dreams. Better to wake to something like his very own comfortably cool lover.

His eyelids flickered open for a moment as Vlad brushed his hair back before he closed them again.

"You of all people should know how to sleep late," he murmured, shifting closer against the vampire.

[noapte_denoapte]

"I just like to keep you guessing. Can't have you getting bored, Angel."

Vlad nipped Walter's shoulder then rested his cheek against his hair.

[walter_n_wires]

"Mm... very kind of you." Walter smiled and found that spot that was their perfect fit together. Soon enough calls of nature, stomach, and nicotine would force him out of bed for at least a few minutes, but for now he was going to enjoy this.

"It will take more than a bit of extra sleep for me to be bored, though."

[noapte_denoapte]

"I'm an inherently kind person. Didn't you know? One more miracle, and I'd have qualified for sainthood."

He spoke softly against Walter's ear and ran his fingernails up over his thigh.

"Vlad Dracula... patron saint of butlers."