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[no_sin_but]

After this:

Marlowe's room is pretty much like most of the others, really. A table and chair, bathroom (with the door shut), double-bed. Perhaps a few more books then most, and perhaps those books are a little more worn and filled with notes, but it is pretty much just a basic room.

Marlowe himself is still asleep, tangled up in the sheets with one arm flung over his eyes...

Well.

Eye and eyepatch.

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[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Mmm," he says, softly. Curiously. Then he laughs. "Your time...it's incredible, you know?"

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"You've learned what they do?"

Pulling them off and offering them to Marlowe to try.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Basic idea..." He accepts and slides them on (with a bit of fumbling, one must admit, but he's gentle), and then blinks.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Can you see better or worse?"

Darren has a pretty strong perscription.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Worse, I think. It's all...sharp, but too sharp and slightly warped." He blinks again and slips them off, handing them over.

"Might work better if I had two eyes, of course. It fucks with things."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"It shouldn't, for these. One day perhaps we'll go bother an optometrist. But from the sounds of things, you're fine."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"I should hope so." Losing his other eye would be worse then losing his hands.

Far, far worse.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Who knows. They might have something useful to say."

Darren shrugs, and places his glasses back on.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Reading by candlelight doesn't hurt. Stop it?"

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Something like that."

Darren considers going for his clothes. Instead, stretches languidly and makes himself comfortable again.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"I shall just have to do all my reading here, then."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Do you go home a lot?"

Darren didn't have the impression it was safe.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean by home?"

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. You tell me."

Pulling the sheet a little higher up and running a hand through his hair.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"London. I haven't been back since I've arrived here."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Not safe?"

He doesn't imagine it would be.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"London's never been safe. That's part of it's charm. I just don't know what to do."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"I'm settling down in Berlin now. After having been stabbed off my Hamlet."

Bastards.

"I've been asked to do Dracula."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

Darren gets a raised eyebrow.

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

'Dracula, for the Berlin theatre. Do you know what vampires are?"

Mmm, vampires.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Haven't the faintest idea."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"A vampire is a mythological creature that sucks the blood of a human being to survive past death."

He leans over, rolling onto one elbow.

"Very sexual."

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

"Sucks.



Blood."

[literallyrotten.livejournal.com]

"Argh," says Darren, lowering himself to nip the side of Kit's throat.

[no-sin-but.livejournal.com]

He tilts his head back, giving him more of a target.

"Aaaah."