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Somehow, someway, everyone managed to escape Oakhurst. They'd love to say everyone managed to escape unscathed, but... Well, emotionally not everyone, and also physically not everyone either. But everyone was alive – as alive as a vampire could be – and that was better than people being dead.
Legundo would've liked to have carried on travelling around to help right after leaving, yet they couldn't bring themself to do so. Something inside them, their gut, told them to return back to their lover. Their beloved. Something was wrong.
Upon returning to the Whitepine Estate, they were lucky to manage to catch the head of the household in a rather giving mood that day, allowing them to visit despite the late hour. They had told Zombie that they were only there because they were an old war friend of Clown's and hadn't managed to catch up with him in a while. That wasn't the case, obviously, but they had quickly learned about the family head's distaste towards people of their liking from his son, who now that they think about it, sounded and looked quite similar to... Yeah.
Shaking off that train of thought, the doctor managed their way through the servants' quarters and towards the head housekeeper's room rather fast. It wasn't the first time they were here – though admittedly, the first time the two of them had gone about it quite stupidly with all the sneaking around – and was hopefully not the last.
With a soft breath, trying to soothe their own anxieties, and after looking around to make sure no one was around, they knock their fist against the door a couple times. Specifically, the knock the two of them had designed together to communicate through the wood. Specifically, that it was them and no one else was around. That Clown doesn't have to put his mask on.
There's a bit of a shuffle in the room before the door is opening to see a tired looking Clown, still in his uniform but his mask was missing, showing his rather bewildered expression. They could feel the natural smile that spread across their face at that, the type of smile that doesn't come naturally around anyone else.
"Legs? What are you doing here?" Despite his words, he steps back to allow the other into his room, which they do with a thankful nod.
"Thought I'd... come visit a little earlier than usual. Did anything interesting happen?" He shuts the door behind them, from the face he was pulling, he evidently doesn't believe them. Though, it's a conversation for a later day.
"Not.. really." It's a clear lie. But the same way he doesn't push for why they're there, they don't push for if anything happened. They sit themself comfortably down on the side of his bed, leaning their cane on the side, placing their bag on the floor and gently tucking it under the bed with a foot, but he doesn't join them like usual.
There's a bit of silence between them – not exactly awkward because after years of having hours of silence between them, it becomes rather hard for it to be so – before Clown starts to pace a bit.
"Do you believe in vampires?" A pit in their stomach opens up as horror floods them. It was a cruel coincidence if it was.
"Wh–"
"Would you believe me if– if I said I was a vampire?" His speech is fast and he stumbles over his words, a clear sign of how nervous he was.
Legundo sucks in a breath. No. No, not him too. Do they fail everyone in life? They swallow down their disappointment in themself.
"After the... eye opening trip I just had, saying no would be a lie." They eventually get out, unable to stop themself from rubbing the back of their neck out of anxious habit. There seems to be a breath of relief from the other as he stops in place, he squeezes his eyes shut and pinches the bridge of his nose.
As he opens his mouth, probably about to ask, they interrupt. "Who turned– How hungry are you?" Then he pauses, slowly turning to them with a look of adoration and something else they don't really recognise, something close to disappointment that isn't exactly that.
"...Very." The way his Adam's apple bobs as he stares at them is telling, they think they would've figured it out even if he didn't respond. One last look to the door, and they reach up to their collar, undoing it.
"Have you fed from a human?" He runs a hand over his slicked back hair, barely stopping himself from carrying on pacing. He shakes his head.
"No– I've barely had time to eat raw meat." Clown wrings his hands, biting down a growl of frustration, the need to feed and to bite eating away at him internally. He eyes Legundo's neck warily, it's so, so tempting. There's warm and delicious blood pumping through them, but he didn't want to hurt them.
"You can have some of my blood." They offer quietly and smoothly, they've done it before and they'll no doubt do it again, especially for him. He hesitates. They're offering, his brain reasons, but he doesn't want to hurt them.
There's a hand on his, pulling him closer and onto the bed with them.
"It's fine, I promise. I keep regen stews on me, remember? So even if something goes wrong, it won't end up being disastrous." They rest their hands neatly over his, in an attempt at some physical reassurance, knowing just words don't do the trick for him. "If it helps, it won't be the first time I've been drunk from."
His eyes snap up to theirs, panic spreading and they realise they worded it horribly.
"What."
"It was consensual, I trusted him and he stopped before he did any permanent damage." They explain, rubbing the back of his hand with their thumb. Clown breathes a sigh of relief at that, he's a bit calmer now, if not a little stressed still.
"You're sure, right?" Offering him a warm smile, Legundo nods, and they don't get to make any other move before he's reaching out and pulling their collar to the side. They look to the side a little and tilt their head, they can feel his eyes staring at the old bite mark. Fully healed and scarred over.
Before they can say anything, he's pressing his face into the crook of their neck, purposefully positioning his mouth against the old wound. He hesitates, before they reach out and place their hands on his back reassuringly, pulling him closer despite the lack of space to do so.
"I trust you." The doctor mumbles in reassurance before thinking their words over, heat fans their face but they're stopped from thinking about it too hard when he sinks his fangs in. Pain blooms out from the wound like the many flowers the two of them have shared, though it quickly fades to a sting.
The sensation of blood being dragged out of them is odd, and they shouldn't really focus on it. He pulls his fangs out but keeps his lips sealed around the wound as he gulps down their blood, making a satisfied noise at having a meal after not having one for seemingly weeks. They force themself to relax into him, a shaky breath escaping their lips as if they don't already have some breathing issues.
Legundo wants to slide their hand against his hair, but they know he hates it when people mess up his hair. They're no exception to that, unfortunately, so they settle for simply rubbing their thumb against his back while they can still focus on it. While they can still focus on how his suit jacket feels under their thumb pad.
The texture makes them cringe a little but it keeps them grounded as Clown drinks from them. As they feel the world start to spin around them, they gently push him away. At that, he quickly swipes his tongue over the puncture wounds a couple times before actually pulling back with some effort.
He reaches up and cups their face, "Are you okay?" Worry seeps into his voice, cracking through his carefully practiced tone. He watches as they blink at him, pupils quickly expanding like their eyes had been blasted with sunlight.
"...Perfectly okay." They eventually answer as they stare at him, their tone making heat rise to his face. It's not an unheard tone from them, such endearment, but it always catches him off guard, especially with such intensity.
He opens his mouth to ask again, but they cut him off.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" His hands slide down to their upper arms as they reach up and cup his face with one hand. Their thumb warmly rubs over his cheek bone, over a scarred patch of skin almost reverently. He grabs their wrist and pulls it away, it doesn't take much effort to move.
"Yeah, alright, you should lay down." Clown settles on, they're evidently too lightheaded and need rest, before slowly moving to lay them down on his bed as to not make their brain spin faster. They're still looking up at him in some sort of awe, which makes him want to be unsettled but he just can't.
"Seriously. You're a really handsome man... soft lips, nice cheekbones–" He practically slams his hand over their lips as his face gradually heats up.
"Okay, okay, I get the point. Shush." He gently presses their head back against the pillow, pinning them down as they try and get up. At that, Legundo can't help but chuckle, muffled by his hand.
In a dazed state like this, he can't not believe then, but he still can't believe their words. He can't be that attractive, not with the scar on his face. A grenade had barely missed taking a chunk out of his face, taking off the top layer of the top right corner of his face, forever mangling a quarter of his face with red-pink scarring. They had been the one to patch him up initially.
But the way they looked at him...
As if the scar was nothing but a mere freckle. An addition. Not strictly adding anything negative or positive to the way he looks.
His hand slips away from their mouth, believing that they were done speaking. Which is a mistake.
"How'd I end up with a beauty like you, hm? Absolute angel... Give a poor sinner a kiss?" His eyebrows twitch inward in the start of a furrow at them calling themself a sinner, before their hand slides up to the back of his head. He finds that he doesn't particularly mind them messing up his slicked back hair as they pull him down, albeit weak.
"Only if you don't call yourself that again." Clown sighs as he lets himself be pulled down, letting their lips meet. The kiss is short, but sweet.
Legundo makes a displeasured noise at the kiss ending but they physically cannot pull him back down. He pushes up and off them, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Alright, alright. Stay down and rest, lord knows how far you travelled to get here." And how little breaks you probably took goes unsaid. He runs a hand over their buzzed hair, and they're still looking up at him like he's the most amazing thing in the world. They reach up and grab his hand, pulling it down to their mouth and pressing a kiss to it.
"Worth it to see you." They mumble against his skin, weakly pulling him into the bed with them.
"I need to change." He protests, even as he happily goes down with their pull, no matter how easy it would be to get out of their grip, "And it's not even that late–" He gets cut off by them shushing him.
Giving in, he wraps an arm around them, burying his face into the crook of their neck.
"Only if you actually sleep this time." They have a bit of a nasty habit of not sleeping when they're meant to, especially around him and people in general because they didn't want to bother him with how they wake up multiple times in the night panicking. It won't be an issue anymore, not like it was an issue previously, since he supposedly cannot sleep even if he wanted to.
Legundo's breathing evens out, if a little rattly still but that's normal, and he can finally focus on their awfully loud heartbeat. Another thing he's had to get used to, so many heartbeats throughout the estate. Though he certainly doesn't mind hearing theirs, and wouldn't mind hearing it for a long time.