Vampire!Reader/self who was transformed years and years ago and only recently gotten over the grief for their normal life, meeting Viktor, a human, who is fascinating and intelligent and sharp-tongued. Viktor who isn't wary of them, doesn't question their refusal to go outside during the day, who takes the same evening courses between TA work that they take bc its easier to take classes at night. Viktor who is so so clever, dropping his realization that the reader/self is a vampire in casual conversation (but when they are alone, not in public, because he'd never put them in that position). He has so many questions, fascinated by their condition, how long they've lived, the means they go to feed. They never felt comfortable letting anyone know about their condition, but Viktor is so earnest in his desire to learn, not pushing when things ache.
Viktor, his own illness taken on fast, impossibly so, and who shares that he doesn't want to die. It's something you've spoken about before, Viktor's frustration with his body, but your own fear of yourself, of the regret, of everything you might be stealing from him if you turn him. His illness changes that. Thinking about him being Gone, just when you got him, hurts somehow worse than your own life being lost. You talk about it. Your fears and his, you want to make SURE he knows exactly what it would mean before he decides. He's certain. He wants you to turn him.
You make the day it happens a good one. Trying to ignore the strange somberness that permeates everything, you treat him to whatever he wants; fancy meals and drinks if that's it, a day out, visiting friends, anything. And when night falls, he's laid out in bed, a few towels down Just In Case, undressed and trembling but so sure, determination in those pretty gold eyes. The light is low, all curtains but the one facing the moon drawn, illuminating him in moonglow and city light. You ask him once more- you know his answer, and it hasn't changed. But it's one last out. He doesn't take it. So your descend on him, holding and kissing him, letting his tense body relax, soaking him in love and oxytocin, before finding his pulse and sinking your fangs into his neck.
Later, floating in the night air, you hold him as he learns to use his own powers, giggling at the way his new fangs affect his accent before he learns how to retract them. Vampirism doesn't take all his pains away, even floating weightlessly his bad leg doesn't move much, tense, and he'll still need his brace and cane. But he's here, with you, cool in your arms and positively glowing with new life.
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literally crying waiting in the dentist office because our region wide chef basically acted like i am stupid and unwilling to work after 3 weeks of me being in pain which is now at it's peak
I have a literally open wisdom tooth and a headache on the other side that's also stabbing me open with pain-add to that the brainfog bc uh pain and general nausea
and his first question it to ask me if i hadnt considered taking painkillers
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OH NO SORRY YOU OH SO WISE MAN I HADNT CONSIDERED DOING SO FOR THE PAST 2 WEEKS I WILL RETURN TO WORK IMMEDIATELY APOLOGIES YOUR MAJESTY
he was upset i dared leave work AFTER finishing everything for the ppl who had appointments today because I hadnt done enough apparently
only the complicated things no one else can or will do (: which was the only reason i even came in in the first place because otherwise I'd have gone to the doctor asap and left my coworkers to bathe the bs storm out (:
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