WHO: Baelfire & Henry Mills (for now) WHEN: May 12th, just around 1 pm, the afternoon after this WHERE: Swan House WHAT: Baelfire thinks he might be a vampire. Cue two panicked teenage boys trying to hide it from the adults. WARNINGS: None STATUS: In Progress
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It had been early in the morning when Baelfire's face had planted itself against the cool underside of his pillow at the Swan House. He'd come crawling in, being respectfully quiet as he did so, when barely anyone was awake and on the streets. And he'd been so tired by that point that he'd only really managed to kick off his sneakers before laying on the bed. No covers were pulled over his frame and he'd drifted to slumber within minutes. With how little sleep he'd been getting these past few week, with a determination to stay up as late as he could to see Marcy and still be able to function in the mornings, it was no wonder that Baelfire was uncharacteristically still asleep by the time noon had come and passed in Tumbleweed.
When he did wake, just shy of one o clock, he rolled over and wiped at his eyes with the back of his arm before his finger tips moved to press against the tender spot where Marcy had accidentally bit him the night before. It hadn't hurt much and it didn't hurt much now, but he was aware of the tenderness. He let his hand drop down and scooted off the edge of the bed to full stand. His eyes had moved across the room and he spotted one of his school binders, vibrant red, sitting on the small desk he had set up. Without even thinking about it, or the fact of how hungry he found himself, he was suddenly across the room and he'd brought the binder up to his mouth. Consciousness didn't hit him that he was draining the color from the object until he lowered it and could see it's drained image in front of him, against the very new gray skin tone of his hands.
Eyes widened and the binder fell to the floor with a thump.
He darted over to the dresser, looking above it for the mirror, and found he was unable to see himself. While he had no need to breath, his body went through the motions, chest rising and falling frantically. A hand waved in front of the mirror as if this would make his image suddenly appear. "Shit, shit, shit..." Baelfire began saying, his voice loud and alarmed. He bounded for the door, in his wrinkled and day old clothes, pulling it open. A quick glanced was given down both sides of the hallway, looking for any sign of Emma or Regina, before he darted out. It didn't take him long to get to Henry's room and while he would have normally knocked, he did not do so now. The door was yanked open, Baelfire stepped inside, and slammed it behind him as he pressed his back against the wood.
"HENRY!" He said, voice frantic but trying to not be loud enough to get attention. Panic was beginning to set in so it didn't occur to him how badly he was accomplishing this attempt.