forum Closed oxo

Started August 01, 2020 by @callycat

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"Well if it doesn't look good that;s because you ruined how good it did look," He replied, sticking his tongue out at Cyrpus for a brief moment. He let the older vamp move him closer, not putting up a protest, "Make me. Sure, you're younger then my sire and some other vamps I know but you're still older then me so it does make you an old man."

Cyprus laughed quietly. "Don't flatter yourself, kid. It wasn't all that great to begin with, you've just got a pretty enough face to pull off something messy. And don't tempt me." His tone was lazy and playful, completely nonthreatening as he settled a few scant inches from Bryce's side. "I know your sire hasn't taught you any manners but that doesn't mean I won't."

Bryce went a light red however he smirked nonetheless, "I have manners thank you very much. You're just upset that I made a very valid comment about the difference in ages." He shrugged a shoulder, "So go one then, teach me how to show manners if it gets on your nerves that much."

Cyprus snorted quietly. "Well first of all, it's polite not to saunter into a club full of people who want nothing to do with you." He bumped his shoulder against Bryce's with a playful smile. "And second of all it's polite to actually respect your elders. Which I very much am, as you're so helpfully pointing out."

(Sorry for disappearing! Was very sick and then went right back to work)

Bryce pouted, "I only went into the club because I was with thin-blood thank you," He said, "Otherwise I wouldn't have gone in." For once he wasn't lying about that. The vamps he were with wanted to go into the club and he wasn't going to say no, "How is calling you an old man being disrespectful? I'm just stating a fact, not saying it's a bad thing."

(It's fine!! Take all the time you need to respond, don't worry about having to take a couple days off)

"It's disrespectful because I'm not old." He sighed quietly, on the playful side on exasperated as he pushed his hair away from his face. "I'm barely full fledged, you know. In a few dozen years you'll be every bit as strong as I am and you won't even be done learning from your sire yet, you being a baby doesn't make me old."

"I'm not a baby!" Bryce huffed, the pout deepening ever so slightly, "If I was human I'd be middle aged, grey hairs and all." He idly drew patterns on the other male's leg as he sighed, "Fine, you're not old, happy now?" If he was being honest he was feeling a little guilty for calling Cyprus old, but he wouldn't admit it to the older man.

"Yes, but I think it's very obvious that you're not human." He did his best to lean into the touch covertly as he argued, surprisingly comforted by Bryce's presence. Normally he couldn't stand pure-bloods, but Bryce was quickly subverting most of the pitfalls of his kind. Not arrogant, or rude, or even superior, just a little bit arrogant about the way of the world. "So however old you'd be in human years doesn't matter, so you are a baby. And I am, thank you."

He felt his cheeks heat ever so slightly but Bryce ignored it, focusing on the patterns he was making on Cyprus' leg. It was strange to be here and be comfortable and not have to worry for five seconds. Bryce was honestly surprised Cyprus hadn't told him to leave yet, "Yeah, you're welcome.." He mumbled, "Still not a baby though but suppose you know me then me."

Cyprus rolled his eyes and made sure Bryce could see it. "Oh, of course." The sarcasm was obvious, but not very pointed. It didn't take Cyprus long to drop the issue. "Maybe I am getting old. Anyone under fifty seems so… I don't know, so new." He was no wordsmith, but the phrasing seemed alright as he rolled it over in his head. Fledglings these days were so strange to him, with their still-rosy cheeks and their boundless excitement. Eternity hadn't caught up to them yet. "And feel free to interpret that as me getting grouchy in my old age."

Bryce chuckled softly, "Oh I am," He sighed, "I don't wanna get old… like, I know it's gonna happen, and you know, being a vamp and all it'll take longer to age but," He shrugged a shoulder, "Just never liked the concept. Maybe it was something to do with aging itself but the older you get the more responsibilities and the less opportunities you get."

Cyprus laughed quietly. He was older than most of his sort by a wide margin, and most days it seemed like those decades of extra experience were the only things keeping him alive. When he started embracing thinblood society, his society, he'd thought he'd finally stop outliving people he cared about. He was wrong. "I don't know. I definitely don't like… parts of it. But then again, your sort really doesn't grow old." His fingers slid through his hair. The silver in it gleamed in the light. "You'll be young forever, isn't that what they told you when you first woke up like this?"

(kinda love going back into lockdown for the start of the summer holidays)

"Physically, yes, I won't age. Well maybe a little, but not for a very long time." If he'd still been human, normal, he'd have grey hairs like Cyprus by now. In the eyes of every other vampire, he was a child. Bryce wouldn't be an adult for a couple hundred years, "I'll still feel old mentally, doesn't everybody at that stage? If you live for centuries… it's gonna catch up to you sooner or later."

Cyprus huffed out a quiet laugh and looked Bryce up and down, letting his eyes linger a bit. It was hard to imagine him as anything but young, hard to imagine him with white in his hair or lines around the eyes. "I don't think the years catch up with you the same way they do with me." He was still a little human, after all. Mortality gripped the edges of his being, even if death would never fully take him. "But… yeah. I'm sure in one or two hundred years you'll feel just as old as the rest of us."

Bryce cracked a small smile, "Yeah, you'll get more grey hairs then me and at an earlier age." He shifted a little so he could look at Cyprus clearly, almost as if scanning his features for a moment before he said, "I wonder what you'd look like with blond hair. The little greys you have wouldn't stand out as much as they do now if you were." He paused, "And if you cut your hair. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with it because you look great but still, would be fun to see."

Cyprus rolled his eyes. "I'm going to relentlessly mock you when you turn 300 or whatever and start getting your own grey hairs, I hope you know that." He knocked their shoulders together, unable to wipe the smile off his face. Changing up his hair had never really been a concern of his. Cutting it would make it harder to hide the brand, and he sort of liked the contrast of brown and grey. It was a mark of his experience, everything he'd survived. "And I happen to like my hair just the way it is too. There's no need to improve on perfection."

Bryce poked Cyprus in the side with a laugh, "That's still three hundred years away so I don't have to worry about the mocking until then." He grinned. Bryce didn't think he could ever grow his hair. He'd always liked his somewhat short and messy in a I'm-still-trying why. Everyone had their own preferences, and he respected that, "If you say so man. It was just a suggestion. Maybe you could use one of those hair changer apps just to see what it would look like blond even though you aren't gonna change it."

Cyprus wrinkled up his nose a little, reaching up instinctively to fiddle with the ends of his hair. He'd always sort of liked the way he looked, bland and brunette with a single striking feature. It was nice, to catch attention without attracting too much. "I know blonds have more fun, obviously." His eyes flicked up to Bryce's ruffled blonde hair pointedly. "But I don't think I could work it the way you do. I'm much more comfortable on the fringes than in the center of attention."

"Well it looks great as it is." Bryce nudged the other softly with a small shrug, "Like you said, no need to improve perfection." At the look at his own hair Bryce ruffled his own, feeling the soft strands and messing it up a little more, "Not all blonds have fun. Seriously, I've met some stuck up asses who have never touched a drink or been to a party in their life." He sighed, "Must be so boring."

Cyprus laughed quietly and leaned into the playful nudging. The compliment left him feeling warmer somehow, lighter. "Well sure, but this blonde does and that's good enough for me." This time when he bumped their shoulders together he stayed put, their shoulders pressed together companionably as he continued. "And anyways, I'm sure you do enough to make up for all the stick up their ass blondes."

Bryce went a very light red but made an effort to ignore the heat that went along with it, "I'm sure I could do much better at partying. I still haven't got drunk drunk yet with his stupid vampire body. That's my end goal, I will get smashed one day. Or at least close to it." It was a really dumb goal and Bryce knew it but it gave him something to focus on and distract himself when he wasn't painting.

Cyprus laughed quietly. "Yeah, the whole being dead thing does have a way of making your tolerance higher. Honestly, I'm not sure if full blood even can get drunk." Thin bloods could, but that didn't mean much when it came to vampire biology. He could walk around in sunlight, that kind of guaranteed that what was true for him wouldn't be true for Bryce. "I'd stop trying if I were you. Drinking all that alcohol isn't worth it if all you have to appreciate is the taste."

"Well maybe I should be the one to put that theory to the test." He was half joking, but given the chance Bryce would actually try and get drunk. When he was first turned he'd tried, maybe because he didn't want to be a vamp but found the results disappointing when he was still sober by the end of the night, "Maybe I like the taste of alcohol. Sometimes of you don't want water or juice but something with a little extra kick alcohol is the way to go."

Bryce wrinkled up his nose playfully, but to be fair he'd always done his best to steer clear. When he was brought up, the only thing you could drink easily was the moonshine people brewed in closet apartments, and that shit was closer to poison than whiskey. He'd long since learned to steer clear of anything stronger than a beer. "I don't, but to each their own. I'll admit, some of those cocktails look pretty enticing, but I figure I'll just drink a juice if I want a juice, y'know?"

"Borringgggg," Bryce whined playfully, "Where's the fun? You've gotta have at least one cocktail in your life with me. I promise you won't regret it." He grinned at Cyprus. Of course, he knew that if the other said no he wouldn't pressure him to go out with him for a drink. He wasn't an asshole. Well, he wasn't an asshole all the time. Cyprus seemed pretty intent on not drinking, but it was worth a shot in his eyes.