shut up, I'm not writing this. Commentboxing does not count.
John had the corner apartment, so he had a better view of the city than Harry did next door. While the vampire rooted took the hurricane lamp into the next room to look for a box of candles, Harry sat in the chair at the window in the pitch black and looked out.
It was strange. Chicago wasn't supposed to be this dark. There was no moon tonight and the buildings and streets were dark. In some of the windows across the street, Harry could see faintly glowing lights. Nothing electric. All soft flames in the blackout. Everything felt unbalanced.
Harry didn't know when John came back. The dark was thick, unbroken by the hurricane lamp. Harry assumed John could see in the dark and had abandoned the lamp. "It's weird," Harry murmured. "I've lived here for years. First time I've seen the stars. With all the light pollution gone, they seem really bright."
John closed in until Harry could see him out of his peripheral vision. "Hm. Strange, isn't it? It's a perfect night, but so many souls are awake," he said with equal quiet. "Even though the city itself is asleep."
Harry nodded. It was almost nice, like this. He didn't want it to last because he needed to go to work to make money to pay his rent, and that wouldn't happen with the blackout. But for the moment? It was nice.
John offered a box to Harry, presumably the candles. "Thanks. Now I can look around, see if I have anything in my kitchen that doesn't need electricity to cook."
"Hungry?"
"Starving, you? Oh." He felt his face redden. "Sorry, stupid question."
"I am," John said mildly, and Harry wished there was enough light now so he could see the vampire. "Stop it. I'm not going to bite you without your permission."
this is still not a fill
John had the corner apartment, so he had a better view of the city than Harry did next door. While the vampire rooted took the hurricane lamp into the next room to look for a box of candles, Harry sat in the chair at the window in the pitch black and looked out.
It was strange. Chicago wasn't supposed to be this dark. There was no moon tonight and the buildings and streets were dark. In some of the windows across the street, Harry could see faintly glowing lights. Nothing electric. All soft flames in the blackout. Everything felt unbalanced.
Harry didn't know when John came back. The dark was thick, unbroken by the hurricane lamp. Harry assumed John could see in the dark and had abandoned the lamp. "It's weird," Harry murmured. "I've lived here for years. First time I've seen the stars. With all the light pollution gone, they seem really bright."
John closed in until Harry could see him out of his peripheral vision. "Hm. Strange, isn't it? It's a perfect night, but so many souls are awake," he said with equal quiet. "Even though the city itself is asleep."
Harry nodded. It was almost nice, like this. He didn't want it to last because he needed to go to work to make money to pay his rent, and that wouldn't happen with the blackout. But for the moment? It was nice.
John offered a box to Harry, presumably the candles. "Thanks. Now I can look around, see if I have anything in my kitchen that doesn't need electricity to cook."
"Hungry?"
"Starving, you? Oh." He felt his face redden. "Sorry, stupid question."
"I am," John said mildly, and Harry wished there was enough light now so he could see the vampire. "Stop it. I'm not going to bite you without your permission."
"Oh, but you would if I told you it was okay?"
"Of course."