Jeremiah had long since passed the point of emotional and physical exhaustion. Blackened blood oozed slowly from his open wounds, as the silver in his system ripped apart his stomach and robbed him of his remaining strength. The thought of greeting the sun was down right appealing, yet as he slumped down upon the dirt ground the younger vampire let out a tiny sigh. Truth was a gift that his beloved had never before withheld from him. In fact they had never uttered a single lie at all to one another.
Still it was hard to look past all that his senses picked up, to look past the way she had left him alone in the dark. Her words should have been muted by the vile concoction that coursed through his system, but even in his most addled state Drifter couldn't tear his focus away from her. 'Rinth messed with me' was all it took to fan the flames of Miah's unfiltered rage.
However instead of his hatred being aimed right at her, he found himself seething with rage as thoughts of burning the whole fucking town to ash appeared in his head. Oh that scent of Phineas still boiled Miah's blood, but not an ounce of hatred was directed at her any more. "I..."
Drifter opened his lips to utter something, but instead of saying another word he turned his head to the side and vomited up black blood, lined with silver flecks. It took a moment for Jeremiah to regain his composure, and after wiping off his mouth with his sleeve Miah spoke up softly.
"I'm sorry, darling. Should have...done something, or thought something else. Just, well just kept spiraling down the drain with every passing day. Ya don't have to do or say anything love...except for uh, well ya may have to give me a hand getting home. Head feels like it's gonna exploded and the rest of me ain't better off."
With a tired little smile he nodded his head, Miah's hand shaking slightly as he reached out to gently brush his fingers across her cheek. "Can we just let it all go? Forget all the shit that's happened, and go home?"