Herrick Turner (14_to_life) wrote in shadowrises, @ 2016-02-15 00:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dillon turner, character: herrick turner, status: in progress, type: thread |
Who: Herrick and Dillon
When: February 15th 12:01 am
What: Valentine's after Valentine's
Where: 3rd floor bedroom
I look for ways to say ‘I love you’ But I ain’t into makin’ love songs.
Every year he tried but so far every year Dillon had maintained his Valentine's embargo. Herrick understood to a degree. Dillon was soft and emotional and while vampire blood could heal all wounds, even ones like this, Dillon wasn't quite old enough for immortality to be effective. Every year he'd continue to push a little bit and eventually his wife would give in, just not this year. He could be respectful. To prove it, Herrick waited until the clock in the foyer struck twelve before coming down the stairs from one of the upper floors of the house taking them two at a time.
He was barefoot, dressed in a white v-neck t-shirt and white pants, and a black belt. Rings. So many rings. "Dillon Turner!" He called. It was only midnight, he could still be loud and not wake anyone up. In Shadow Falls the witching hour may as well have been noon, to say the small town had a hot night life was a gross understatement. "Wherever you are, stop being there and come over here instead." Dillon had been in mourning and Herrick dealt with it by giving him space. He skulked around town, harassed couples, made some deals, and kept a close eye on his watch, but now it was finally his time.