YOU AND ME AGAINST THE WORLD

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PARTNERS IN CRIME MEME You're madly, hopelessly in love. Or maybe you're just best friends. You just also happen to be a crime duo. Whether you're bank robbers, pulling off jewelry heists, going on spree murders, committing arson, stealing candy from babies, or whatever else, you do it together. The Bonnie to your Clyde, the Thelma to your Louise, the whatever criminal name to the other criminal name. If you go down, you're going down in a blaze of glory that will always be remembered. Maybe you're on the run. Maybe you're the authorities chasing after the pair of criminals. Can you catch them? Bring them in peacefully? You have to try no matter what. • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. • Reply to other people's top levels! • Have fun!

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[goneforawalk]

[ he spends when the sun is highest in his coffin in the basement, but often drags himself upstairs around mid-afternoon, before evening can settle in and revive him. he's at his weakest when the sun is up, and there's little he can do, but lounging in a bed on the ground floor is... enough, and keeps integra from having to go knock on his coffin if she needs him.

he's--not very cognizant when she climbs into bed with him, not at first, but her voice draws her out of his drowsy state enough for him to smile and press one cold hand to her hair. he doesn't stir much otherwise though, just--relaxing, and being glad she's near.

it's not until the sun begins to actually dip that he shifts, curling an arm around her to draw her closer against his chest. he rumbles, lazily, quietly, sleepily, and lets his eyes crack open to observe her. ]

Did you at least sleep well when you did?

[ another rumble. ]

[youngheir]

[ tucked against his side, curled slightly, her eyes drift closed when his hand touches her hair. she does doze a little as the day wears on and the castle grows marginally warmer from the sun-heated masonry.

her eyes slide open a little blearily, but she smiles at him readily. ]

Yes. But I woke up wide awake. I was too excited. I'm sorry.

[ she's... not, really, but she also knows she couldn't really help it, she did try. she is sorry if he's worried about her, though. he does that a lot, so she tries to do everything he tells her, even when she doesn't want to, so that he'll worry less. ]

[goneforawalk]

I'm afraid this schedule isn't very good for you, is it?

[ being semi-nocturnal to match him. but there's little to be done for it if he's going to tend to her at all. he sighs, comfortably, and leans his head in to urge a kiss to the top of hers. ]

As long as you got some, it will be alright for now. I can't fault you your excitement.

[ he considers the time--he doesn't have to look out the covered window, instead simply judging by how groggy he feels. ]

I'd say we can leave in another hour or so, which gives us time to get ready.

[youngheir]

[ integra frowns at his comment, softening only a little at the kiss to her head. ]

I want to be with you. I just can't stay awake. And then I can't sleep when the sun is up. I should have hangings like you do in here.

[ she knows he doesn't 'sleep' in here the entire day, but it might help her. she sighs and snuggles against him a little more; now that he's animated, even a little, she'll cuddle with him more. she doesn't mind when he's lifeless, but it makes trying to cuddle awkward. ]

How far are we going?

[goneforawalk]

I know. I do wonder if you'll get more used to it as time goes on, or if we should try to make more adjustments. We can get you the hangings though, that isn't difficult.

[ he shifts, rolling properly onto his side and curling an arm around her to hold her close. she's warm, which he does like, and he's still drowsy enough that he just wants to relax. it's nice, and there's really nothing to worry about just now. ]

A bit further our than we usually go. We'll be staying a short time, for ease. Hopefully there will be someone suitable there.

[youngheir]

[ she hopes she'll get used to it. she wants to be with him as much as possible. a little of it is that she's lonely, and has latched on to him as her companion, but more of it is how he treats her: a little like a child, a little like an adult, but always affectionate and caring. (two words no one ever would have associated with vlad tepes or count dracula.)

she snuggles against him when he curls around her, listening as he explains what the plan is. ]

I hope so. I'd very much like to meet her.

You'll still be my favorite, though.

[goneforawalk]

[ her form against him is so small. he always thinks that, every time. small but not delicate. she's strong in a way most children aren't, and steadfast. it's easy to think he can keep her forever now, but what if eventually she wants to leave him?

he tries not to think of it often.

he chuckles when she promises he'll always be her favorite, hand smoothing over her hair once affectionately. ]

I should hope so. I might be jealous, otherwise.

[ he parses it like a joke, but he's not exactly kidding. integra is his, so naturally he should be her favorite. who else could possibly be? certainly not someone brought in later. ]

You'll always be first in my heart.

[ a pause, as he considers. ]

Hopefully there is a tailor there, as well. You could use some new dresses.

[ it's not that she's growing--she will, extremely slowly, over a span of many, many years--but that she deserves nice things, and he wants to grant her them. ]

[youngheir]

[ her attachment to him is already bordering on unhealthy, please don't make it worse by ever insinuating she'd want to leave, ever.

she recognizes it as a joke, but a part of her is insulted nonetheless. ]

No. Never. [ she promises solemnly.

she blinks up at him, before nodding. that seems perfectly reasonable. ]

So I can look like a lady, and impress our companion. [ she smooths a hand over her robe. ] And I like looking pretty, anyway.

[goneforawalk]

[ 'bordering on unhealthy' is putting it very mildly, and very kindly. but they're both unhealthily attached: it's just that vlad is far too old to have an excuse.

and yet.

he smiles, brushing a kiss over the crown of her head. ]

That, and you'll need more things to wear here, too. Comfortable things, I know you don't like being too restricted, so we'll make sure they suit moving around. How does that sound? We can dress up together when we leave the castle.