Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

Send my muse one of the following texts to see how they react:

auburnandamberangel‌:

[text] We have only properly come to know each other recently as well. Would you like me to ask her?

[text] I’m quite sure I didn’t propose that.

[text] The two of us, do you think he could handle it?

[text] I should ask you first, I think, is it there a particular reason why do you not wish to go alone?

[text] I'll save asking her or not to her judgement

[text] No true you did not, Caro. It was wishful thinking

[text] We would possibly push him over the edge together. And I won't take Daniel

[text] So many I can't articulate, dearest. I can't allow myself to rely on him again, is the easiest to say out loud.

[texts: Red] how do you feel about pink chairs?

@auburnandamberangel

[texts: Wolfie] Something unconsidered until now. Depends on the shade I suppose.

[text: red] yes… Consider. It’s neon…. Err it would be. This hypothetical chair.

Many tens counted -

[text: Wolfie] Neon. Will I need sunglasses to consider this hypothetical chair.

[text: Wolfie] Is it in your room this maybe chair? I suppose you could distract me by draping yourself on it if not

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[SMS: Armand]: Me? Make a stupid decision? Never. [SMS: Armand]: I leave that sort of thing to you.

[SMS: Mr Stubborn]: Perhaps I should change your contact name to Mr Denial [SMS: Mr Stubborn]: Then I'd have to change Marius' too. When's the last time I did something stupid, pray tell?

I’m on the beach when I get the text. I stare at it for a while, letting my toes sink deeper in the sand as the waves lap at the hem of my linen pants. I feel timeless for a moment, the events of the past few days beginning to catch up with me.

[text: my love] I’ll still be here. Go to him if you need to. Who knows when you’ll get another chance at closure?

His dodgy maker had a lot to answer for, and if I weren’t a literal “baby vamp” I’d probably sock him a few in the jaw for what he did to the boss. But that’s really not up to me. I hope Armand doesn’t take my text the wrong way, but knowing my foot-in-mouth and his insecurities, he just might.

[text: my love] I’ll always be here for you. We have all of eternity now.

Hopefully that clears anything up. Hopefully. I look out at the twinkling lights of Miami’s distant shore and smile. Nice going for once, Molloy. This is ours, his place of power and mine, and I’m not about to let ancient history take it away.

I stare at Daniels replies with the cold realisation I texted him and not Marius’ phone. The reply was cool, reasonable. Supportive. So why did I read this as a bad omen, see it as Daniel being tired of me already…Because Marius’ actions twisted your senses and you’ve never gotten over it. [Text: Beloved] That was a text for Marius. Not for your eyes. He can wait….after all I did. [Text: Beloved] Closure will remain elusive. He will never admit his part, cowardice or pride. [Text: Beloved] You speak as if eternity makes waiting easier…it does not. I don’t want you to wait because he is still trying to play Master.

[text: my love] Someone has to make the first move. Show him his hold on you isn’t everything.

[text: my love] You made me wait plenty.

[Text: Beloved] He does not like being second best. His timing as always terrible [Text: Beloved] Did I make you wait 500 years while thinking me dead….no. Do you want me to go, Daniel?

[text: my love] Wait who was first best? No, really.

[text: my love] Can you for once not take everything the wrong way? You’re your own man and I’ve never been able to force you to do anything.

[Text: Beloved] Second best to you clearly my better heart. He was my first love...Though in truth there was someone else too... [Text: Beloved] How you underestimate your effect on me. My maker brings out the worst in me I suppose. But that didn't really answer my query?

[Text: Sol] I am currently wary and perturbed. Do not worry yourself about him. He will know when I'm angry. [Text: Sol] You care for him deeply I see. We are friends too, Sol. I know he's intentions are good far as I know.

*I wonder how the first response was taken, as the silence stretched between the consecutive replies. Reviewing what I had written I cursed my lack of clarity in what I had wrote. I’m an immortal idiot, who despite speaking five languages and be over 500 years old, cannot structure a question correctly. Daniel would read it as needing permission to leave rather than a wish to ask why he had not been taken with him?* *Another reply. ‘I need a second. I’m okay.’ - the last words contradicting with the former. He wasn’t okay. Odd how the distance and safety net this textual conversation provided, had suddenly made him terribly insightful of Daniel. Truth new told he knew Daniel extremely well. It was just when infront of him, spitting the usually bile of anger and same old dance he found it hard to step off his equally tempestuous high horse and read the emotive responses between the words of rancour. No reply to his suggestive message. Maybe he’d over played this. Gone too far too soon. And being let down gently would follow in the next message. …* ‘sorry distracted,’ followed amazingly swiftly on the previous missive. By what though I asked myself. Lost in thoughts. Not necessarily pleasant ones. They’d floated together again. But not discussed his loves madness years, or his brush with the sun. Put plainly my own moment of insanity. Where I was nothing, not a lover, maker, 500 years old fallen saint to be. But a poor confused and lost youth, who knew he had or thought he knew his existence was the only way to repent the stain that was his immortality. Daniel was a horribly ironic casualty of this rash act. The one person I loved above all else, hurt eternally by this…..they’d discuss it one day. Not now. Possibly not in San Francisco but soon.* [Text: Beloved] I wrote incorrectly. I meant why did you not ask me to come too?….. Anyway no matter. You are okay then. You’d tell me if you weren’t wouldn’t you, Daniel. Please…..I. .. No matter what….? Not now but soon? *I stare at the screen. Do I press send will it send him careening even further from my orbit….-presses send- of course he still has the key. Bought along from the Night Island within a box of keepsakes. Tangible reminders of you, of us…of everything. Something to smell, cling to in the dark days…when you seemed so far away. Our own worst enemies….* [Text: Beloved ] Yes I have the key. See you tomorrow Night. My better heart.

I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. When did everything become such a trial? I try a couple drafts before I shoot myself in the foot again.

[draft: boss] I should have asked. I didn’t think you’d want to come. I didn’t think you’d want me and my bag of problems.

[draft: boss] I was jumping out of my skin and I knew if I even talked to you I’d just bite your head off.

[draft: boss] I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I love you.

[draft: boss] I couldn’t find you! I thought, you, you were always supposed to be there! You weren’t supposed to be just gone! I had to find Marius, I didn’t even, you were GONE! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE GONE! I CAN’T BE HERE IF YOU’RE NOT!

[text: boss] Tomorrow, my love. I promise. 

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*I stare at the phone awaiting further texts. Wonders how many texts didn’t make it to his inbox. What Daniel had left unsaid.* [Text: Beloved] Anything you’ve not text tell me if you want face to face. No secrets. Promise. [Text: Beloved] Love you too, Beloved. ~That night. He’d packed a bag swiftly. Got his plane to wyoming. Stayed in the planes hold in a steel box that locked inside. So he’d awake with only a 3 hr journey to Daniel in San Francisco. ~ The area around pacific heights appeared unchanged. He had the key but remembered the roof terrace. Well lit enough for a vampire to sit and smoke, read and kill time whilst awaiting someone you assumed two hours away. He flew up behind Daniel. Sing his cloud gift. Sheltered next to the potted palm trees. [Text: Beloved] I’m just admiring the view. -*This wasn’t a lie as he took in Daniel in all his relaxed and free glory.* “I’m behind you, beautiful boy.” He said outloud awaiting his early surprise arrival.

The wind’s blowing my hair every which way and I jerk away from my book in surprise when I hear his voice. Ah, just the look of him is enough for me to sign my heart away twice over! I give a glad and easy smile as I see his duffel bag—he’s going to stay! Before he can react I grab it from him, hefting it over my shoulder. 

The easy familiarity of it draws another smile from my lips, and with my free hand I reach to cup the side of his face.

“Zolotse,” I murmur as I brush his curls away from his cheek, and a goofy smile spreads across my face as the cheesy Eighties playlist I’ve queued comes over the speakers. He’s always turned my world upside-down and I don’t think I’ll ever not be tongue-tied in front of him sometimes at the way he looks. He’s suffused with so much glorious beauty, savage in its innocence and merciless seduction. It reduces me to schmoopy endearments and even cornier music. Sometimes I can’t believe he stands me at all.

C’mon, Molloy, say something super-slick and dashing, something to really sweep him off his feet. But I’ve never been very good at holding my tongue, I think, as he lets me draw his face up towards mine for a kiss.

Daniels stare is like a caress. I still move him afyer all these years. Sometimes to distraction, anger and above all enduring adoration. I see his eyes take in my large duffel bag I hold, a inviting smile. Any misgivings falling away. It had been expected then, to stay a while. He takes it from my hand the gentlemanly manners showing through. Slung over one shoulder. The other hand touching of my face, a vagrant curls captures his attention and is pushed away from my face. Leaving it bare and open to him and him alone. I suddenly felt very exposed. The silence draws out, interrupted by the smooth clicking on of music from surround sound speakers around this deck. An 80s ballad, how appropiate. To love is to be vulnerable to another. The adoration cut both ways, he’d been beguilingly beautiful as a mortal. Who else had violet eyes, orbs of lavender when suffused with deep feeling and want. The clouding all in a fit of lust had, shining clear and true as lilac in the right lights. The dark blood had sharpened and defined what had already been perfection. Like a man conjured from a spell, a wish. The flaws contrasted and made him all the more real. Hot-headed, sarcastic. As he himself wasn’t?! We don’t need words right now do we. Just actions. Words can come later. What pillow talk is for afyer all. All I can do not to blush, ahead of myself. Baby steps….allowing my chin to be tilted up to him. Ah a kiss. A kiss is fine like breathing for us, and just as vital. Lips meet and I let out a long sigh, my body dispensing any tension. A soft sound few got to here from me.

*I wonder how the first response was taken, as the silence stretched between the consecutive replies. Reviewing what I had written I cursed my lack of clarity in what I had wrote. I’m an immortal idiot, who despite speaking five languages and be over 500 years old, cannot structure a question correctly. Daniel would read it as needing permission to leave rather than a wish to ask why he had not been taken with him?* *Another reply. ‘I need a second. I’m okay.’ - the last words contradicting with the former. He wasn’t okay. Odd how the distance and safety net this textual conversation provided, had suddenly made him terribly insightful of Daniel. Truth new told he knew Daniel extremely well. It was just when infront of him, spitting the usually bile of anger and same old dance he found it hard to step off his equally tempestuous high horse and read the emotive responses between the words of rancour. No reply to his suggestive message. Maybe he’d over played this. Gone too far too soon. And being let down gently would follow in the next message. …* ‘sorry distracted,’ followed amazingly swiftly on the previous missive. By what though I asked myself. Lost in thoughts. Not necessarily pleasant ones. They’d floated together again. But not discussed his loves madness years, or his brush with the sun. Put plainly my own moment of insanity. Where I was nothing, not a lover, maker, 500 years old fallen saint to be. But a poor confused and lost youth, who knew he had or thought he knew his existence was the only way to repent the stain that was his immortality. Daniel was a horribly ironic casualty of this rash act. The one person I loved above all else, hurt eternally by this…..they’d discuss it one day. Not now. Possibly not in San Francisco but soon.* [Text: Beloved] I wrote incorrectly. I meant why did you not ask me to come too?….. Anyway no matter. You are okay then. You’d tell me if you weren’t wouldn’t you, Daniel. Please…..I. .. No matter what….? Not now but soon? *I stare at the screen. Do I press send will it send him careening even further from my orbit….-presses send- of course he still has the key. Bought along from the Night Island within a box of keepsakes. Tangible reminders of you, of us…of everything. Something to smell, cling to in the dark days…when you seemed so far away. Our own worst enemies….* [Text: Beloved ] Yes I have the key. See you tomorrow Night. My better heart.

I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. When did everything become such a trial? I try a couple drafts before I shoot myself in the foot again.

[draft: boss] I should have asked. I didn’t think you’d want to come. I didn’t think you’d want me and my bag of problems.

[draft: boss] I was jumping out of my skin and I knew if I even talked to you I’d just bite your head off.

[draft: boss] I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I love you.

[draft: boss] I couldn’t find you! I thought, you, you were always supposed to be there! You weren’t supposed to be just gone! I had to find Marius, I didn’t even, you were GONE! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE GONE! I CAN’T BE HERE IF YOU’RE NOT!

[text: boss] Tomorrow, my love. I promise. 

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*I stare at the phone awaiting further texts. Wonders how many texts didn’t make it to his inbox. What Daniel had left unsaid.* [Text: Beloved] Anything you’ve not text tell me if you want face to face. No secrets. Promise. [Text: Beloved] Love you too, Beloved. ~That night. He’d packed a bag swiftly. Got his plane to wyoming. Stayed in the planes hold in a steel box that locked inside. So he’d awake with only a 3 hr journey to Daniel in San Francisco. ~ The area around pacific heights appeared unchanged. He had the key but remembered the roof terrace. Well lit enough for a vampire to sit and smoke, read and kill time whilst awaiting someone you assumed two hours away. He flew up behind Daniel. Sing his cloud gift. Sheltered next to the potted palm trees. [Text: Beloved] I’m just admiring the view. -*This wasn’t a lie as he took in Daniel in all his relaxed and free glory.* “I’m behind you, beautiful boy.” He said outloud awaiting his early surprise arrival.