kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Written for Elizabeth’s prompt – John as a two spirit. This was a hard prompt to write to, even after I researched this, because it seems that each of the tribes had a different idea of what it meant to be two spirited.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

The donor house had once been a hotel. Everyone knew that. It was the first thing the local newspaper had mentioned, as though it had been the vampire’s fault that no one else had bought it first. Dominic remembered reading the article and then listening to his parents talk about it over dinner that night. Neither of them had been against the idea of the donor house, not in the way that some people had been, but they hadn’t exactly seemed happy about it. Having a hotel full of vampires less than a mile away was different to knowing that they existed.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Nick had packed everything. Even if the Donor House didn’t work he wasn’t going to go back to the house he and Alice had left behind. It was time to move on to pastures new. He turned, glanced at Alice, and sighed, because he didn’t know what she’d do if the House didn’t work out. They always said they’d stay together, but maybe it was time for them to part, so she could begin living her own life again. She’d probably argue against it, the way she always did, saying that they were better off together, and he’d probably give in, even though he felt like he was the source of all her problems.

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kajones_writing: (Richard with sword)

Ever since Nick had left his creator he’d been looking for a place he could call home. The search had been longer than he’d ever expected it to be. It had been over four hundred years since the night he’d walked away. He didn’t believe in the theory that he would only ever feel like he was at home when he was with his creator as his creator was the reason he’d left in the first place. Four years had been more than long enough in the company of that vampire and his other ‘children’. Calling them ‘children’ disgusted him, but it was the only description he really knew for them.

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