For all fans of Finas and Casimiro from the webcomic Hanna is Not a Boy's Name by the lovely Tessa Stone (vert-is-ninja).
And We Will Bend and BorrowAnd We Will Bend and Borrow
One winter's night when I was almost halfway out the door, Casimiro woke up .
I hadn't known him for but twenty-nine years then, which, to a vampire as old as I am is a short time, and yet, faster than I could imagine he had fallen from my side and into my care. Like the snow that smothered the ground outside, he was silent and only slept and slept as the years built up like frost. Throughout this time, the only stirs he would make were, on rare occasions, tortured mutterings, not even concrete enough to be human, more like those made by a wounded animal. I knew little about his strange condition, I was aware only that it was my burden to care for him as long as he needed me to, and that while he slept, he had only the worst kind of dreams.
I had been a man familiar with death, I had witnessed it, been a victim of it and had caused it countless times for a variety of reasons. But I had never killed a f
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The blanket was vermillion with a fuzzy black cross stitch sewn around the fringe. She had unfolded it very slowly, even though 'slowly' wasn't usually her style. This was mainly because while she was doing it, she had been imagining how much unnecessary time the nerdy vampire must've taken to fold it so neatly. The idea gave her painful little pangs in her stomach and made her throat feel like it was swelling and closing up. She fanned out the blanket, flapping it a few times and as it grabbed air it expanded like a parachute.
She wasn't even really sure when he had told her what his favorite color was... She had just tuned in on it. If she hadn't known better, she would've sworn that if there had to be a Red and Blue Oni between them, it should've been the other way around. Conrad wasn't a person, she had found, who allowed himself much leeway, even when it came to simple pleasures like candy and colors.
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The Queen glanced out her window and looked on with despair, hand clasped tightly against her chest.
It was horrible.
They had breached the town's defenses, innocent lives quickly dropping like flies. Everything was flash of bright burning reds and yellows. She slowly touched the cold, stain glassed window, watching silently as those down below slammed at the door with a large wooden basher. She pressed her fingers against the window in silent hope that somehow, the attackers would not manage to enter the castle. Her husband had told her to stay inside the baby's room. She turned to see her son sound asleep, surrounded by the finest of fabric and stuffed toys they had. Outside, the screams of the townspeople just barely reached the height of where she stood.
So much sorrow, such misery.
Was this war between them truly necessary?
She glided over to her son, elegant as ever and yet stricken with such grief. Slowly she picked him up into her arms when suddenly the door to her room burst o