What does that mean, “Vampire Hunter Trainer?” It means I train people to destroy the damned, monstrous creatures of the night. No, I will not train any person. Any one is not capable of doing so. It takes quite a lot and only a few, unfortunate people who can do it.
Yes, they are real. No, they are not myths. Get over it. The sooner you do, the more likely you are to live.
If you would like me to train you, submit you analysis report and I will consider it.
Maybe.
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Henry looked to Adam, squinting a little in the harsh light. “O-oh yeah?” He mumbled quietly, slowly standing up. “Where are we?”
“I’m working on figuring that out. Right now, the middle of Fuck-All Kansas. What matters is that I got the little shit shit to let us outside and give us head start. Right now the pressing thing to find you something to drink. I don’t think we’ll find much here but where there’s a tree there is water and if it comes to it we can dig down enough to wait out the day. We can move faster at night.”
Henryfrowned as he suddenly was avidly aware it was sunny as fuck out. He stood and looked around. Miles of sand as far as he could see. He then looked to Adam, looki him over a moment. “Dig now, water later.” He said decisively.
Grey fa—oh…-chuckles and strokes his hair- how long?
Te man tapped his chin lightly. “Hmmm…good argument.” His lips twisted sickeningly. “Go ahead.” He snapped and, quite suddenly, the walls vanished leaving all three of them on sand in the hot desert sun. “Good luck. I’ll see you soon~” and with that he was just gone, as we’re the buildings Henry may have spoken of.
He looked around, more than a little discomforted to suddenly find himself as well as Henry suddenly elsewhere. The bright light of a hot sun causing him to shield his eyes. This would not do at all. Even if Henry would not die from it, exposure was still a pain in the ass and he would need shade far sooner than he cared to admit. Despite the sun things were much improved. He was after all, born during the transition from stone age to bronze age.
He threw Henry over a shoulder and vanished, heading to the east.
They were in the middle of no where, quite literally. The nearest shade was a small tree sapling maybe six feet tall and two inches around the trunk.
After about an hour, Henry stirred with a slow groan.
He hadn’t realized how much he had come to depend on the conveniences of a modern vampire.. the dark glasses, the sun balms, roads. He was beginning to have trouble thinking back to the days before all that and a headache had begun to drum behind an ear.
Even with his speed and strength it was some distance before they came to the tree and he set Henry down in the shade and begun to dig down to it’s roots. If nothing more, the feet down to the water would tell them how far they still had to go.
As Henry groaned Adam stopped what he was doing, “Hey. We’re out side at least. It’s all beginning to feel very theurgic if you ask me, but at least it has an ego and if it has an ego, it can be manipulated.”
Henry looked to Adam, squinting a little in the harsh light. “O-oh yeah?” He mumbled quietly, slowly standing up. “Where are we?”
Henry couldn’t help but smile as well, turning to kiss him on the lips.
As Henry turned Adam’s hand stayed in place, sliding along Henry’s thigh fingers curling around as he pressed into the kiss.
Henry gasped softly as he felt those fingers, breath held as he pressed slowly into the kiss only to draw back slowly. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he accused in a voice he wished was much stronger than it had come out.
“So then why not do it?”
“Because there is a man in the other room expecting us out soon.” He reminded quietly.
“Awww, but that’s half the fun.” he whispered against the crook of Henry’s neck before looking to Henry with the ghost of a smirk playing across his face.
“But if your sensibilities demand it, we can wait and have some fun later.”
Henry couldn’t help the reaction he had to Adam. The fucking guy knew how to play him like a fucking fiddle and it drove him *crazy.*
As Adam breathed against his neck his eyes rolled up as he closed his eyes as he fought a breathy moan which ended up a sharp exhale of breath, Adam’s name a whisper on it. “Not fair,” he murmured softly, knowing perfectly well he was only one perfectly timed and placed move away from losing any care he had about the man in the other room.
Henry couldn’t help but smile as well, turning to kiss him on the lips.
As Henry turned Adam’s hand stayed in place, sliding along Henry’s thigh fingers curling around as he pressed into the kiss.
Henry gasped softly as he felt those fingers, breath held as he pressed slowly into the kiss only to draw back slowly. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he accused in a voice he wished was much stronger than it had come out.
“So then why not do it?”
“Because there is a man in the other room expecting us out soon.” He reminded quietly.
-smiles a little- thanks, Em…it means a lot to hear you say that… -pauses thinking a moment- I have something for you. Hold on, -sets Vincent in his little chair that helps him sit up before leaving the room, returning with a sealed Manila envelope and handing it to her, within being the series of completed documents making her officially adopted and “Emily Sturges, daughter of Adam and Henry Sturges and sister to Vincent Sturges,”- open it. -smiles nervously, hoping she (and her mun!) don’t mind he did it without consulting her first-
((If you don’t want we can nix it :3))
Henry couldn’t help but smile as well, turning to kiss him on the lips.
As Henry turned Adam’s hand stayed in place, sliding along Henry’s thigh fingers curling around as he pressed into the kiss.
Henry gasped softly as he felt those fingers, breath held as he pressed slowly into the kiss only to draw back slowly. “I know what you’re trying to do,” he accused in a voice he wished was much stronger than it had come out.
Echeb’s scarin’ Creeper again :’(
Apex predator at work.
son let me learn you a thing
YOU SHALL NOT PASS
Look, I made a gif of this most awesome wizard at the Leaky Cauldron!
DUDE IS READING ‘A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME’ BY STEPHEN HAWKING
I NEVER REALIZED
are you serious
I always assumed wizards just ignored science, because the fact that “magic” exists, can explain anything. But there are MuggleBorn wizards, ones who, until they were eleven, lived in the real world and learned science and things. Did they all just abandon that normal, muggle knowledge, like Harry did? It’s always been there, itching in the back of my mind.
FOUR FOR YOU SCIENCE WIZARD
YOU GO SCIENCE WIZARD
can we point out that he’s doing wandless magic too
like voldemort couldnt even do that shit
molly fuckin weasley couldnt fuckin do that
who are you
pretty sure this whole series has been about the wrong wizard guys
Plot Twist: He is able to do wandless magic because his comprehensive understanding of quantum physics means that he is the only wizard/witch to actually understand how magic works.
You could not possibly understand how happy this makes me.
I have hope for the wizarding world again.
I always assumed he was reading it as an amusing bit of fiction.
Oh dear gods the comments…!! The comments!
thisherlockspeare:
An ordinary day of 221B Baker Street
I really love that they have breakfast together. I just do, I love that. I like the scene it suggests, and the many other scenes it’s clearly built upon. There’s a familiarity about it all; they’ve done this before. They do this all the time. They have a routine of sorts. This is their life. It’s good.
John gets up, takes a shower, gets dressed: Sherlock doesn’t bother. He just pulls on his dressing gown and sits down to eat.
Does John wake up first?
Everything suggests that he does; he’s the one who’s dressed. Not that that’s the most definitive evidence in the world. Sometimes, we know, Sherlock doesn’t appear to bother getting dressed all day. In canon, Watson notes Holmes’ typical late mornings. And John, on the other hand, has probably spent most of his adult life in the military; a life full of early mornings. That’s a tough habit to break. Can I make a presumption, then? (This is fiction, not science, after all. I don’t need water-tight evidence to form an opinion and run off on a tangent. Obviously.) That’s it, settled: John wakes up first. Most of the time, surely.
Does John wake Sherlock for breakfast? Or does he move as quietly as he can through the morning, putting the kettle on, picking up the paper, peering into the fridge, waiting to hear a familiar huff and grumble from Sherlock’s bedroom? Any moment now. Any moment. Look at John: he’s happy. He likes his breakfasts with Sherlock. So he waits for it: any moment now, Sherlock will wake up and join him. He doesn’t ask for company; he just gets it.
Does Sherlock wake up when John puts the kettle on? Does he wake up to the sound of John pulling plates down from a cupboard, or running water into the sink? Or is it when John’s in the shower that he wakes up, to the sound of water running, the sound of it hitting John’s skin, then drifts off into a half-sleep again until he hears the kettle boil?
In any case, Sherlock gets up. Eventually. Before his breakfast is cold. Just in time, probably.
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He yawns. he doesn’t bother to do up his dressing gown. John probably says, “Good morning,” or something like it. A dig about the evening before, a complaint about an experiment, or too much noise in the night, or a question about a case. Do they pick up a conversation where they left off? Something half-finished from the evening before? Or new things, random things, the things you say in the morning. “I dreamed I was on boat.” I can’t imagine Sherlock would be that interested in hearing about dreams, or relating them. But you start conversations like that in the morning, just because. It’s the familiarity. “We were going in circles, and no one noticed.” Nothing that requires a comment. Just things you say.
And they have breakfast, drink coffee, read the paper. They probably chat about the headlines. It’s an ordinary day. Nothing remarkable. It’s moments before the next thing happens.
This is probably as happy as either of these men will ever be.
And suddenly, I’m shipping.
The darker the better. I can write tragedy much better than any smut. Check http://www.tumblr.com/blog/excrossroadsnick
Te man tapped his chin lightly. “Hmmm…good argument.” His lips twisted sickeningly. “Go ahead.” He snapped and, quite suddenly, the walls vanished leaving all three of them on sand in the hot desert sun. “Good luck. I’ll see you soon~” and with that he was just gone, as we’re the buildings Henry may have spoken of.
He looked around, more than a little discomforted to suddenly find himself as well as Henry suddenly elsewhere. The bright light of a hot sun causing him to shield his eyes. This would not do at all. Even if Henry would not die from it, exposure was still a pain in the ass and he would need shade far sooner than he cared to admit. Despite the sun things were much improved. He was after all, born during the transition from stone age to bronze age.
He threw Henry over a shoulder and vanished, heading to the east.
They were in the middle of no where, quite literally. The nearest shade was a small tree sapling maybe six feet tall and two inches around the trunk.
After about an hour, Henry stirred with a slow groan.