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It would be easy to wax philosophical about this predicament, to contemplate this new form’s being and whether he’s truly alive or not. After all, he’s a mortician – or was – and dealing in death was his expertise. Sure, he’s heard the rumors, and he’s even seen a few of the results on his slab, but he wanted to go on living his life like Harper Rock wasn’t becoming a hotbed for all this supernatural ****. He never intended to get caught up in this web, and truth be told, he was going to suggest to his husband that they move far away from this place, but he’d waited too long and now the city’s problems became his own.

At least he has someone to share them with.

The dying light of day still manages to stream in through whatever holes they left uncovered in their efforts to board up the windows, but they aren’t an immediate threat. Virgil likes seeing the sunlight’s changing colors; it’s grounding, and in that moment, he doesn’t feel like the damned thing he is now. He’s trying to hold onto normalcy as much as he can, for as long as he can.

He leans back into the pillows and realizes he isn’t breathing, and neither is the figure sleeping next to him. It’s a reminder that things aren’t normal anymore, and he starts to breathe slowly. When Killian wakes, they’ll be able to feed and ward off the hunger that will soon start to consume him, promising to course through his veins like fire and tear him apart if he doesn’t satisfy it. In the meantime, he waits, idly running a hand over his partner’s back.

The change was hard, at least in the beginning. That sudden and violent shift from their happy existance to unyeilding hunger and a life of darkness. He's heard those rumors too, and caught Virgil's hints in their chat about their workdays at the dinner table but still, he could never have imagined that any of it could be real. They've had some good years together. Dating, getging engaged and then married, only a few years ago. Til death do us part. He might wonder if this counted.

But he was here. And so was Virgil. They still woke up to one another every day, albeit now, much later than before. As his eyes slide open, he catches sight of the gold band on Virgil's hand in the lim light from the bedside lamp and somehow he still feels alive. He shifts to roll closer, pulling Virgil's body up against his more tightly. Nuzzling his nose against his spouse's as he sighs sleepily, blinking away his dreams. "Hi," he whispers softly, a hand moving to thread in his hair, playing with the spiky ends. "Have you been awake long?"

Virgil glances at him when he sees something stirring out of the corner of his eye, and he smiles as Killian pulls him close. Maybe an eternity like this won't be so bad as long as it's with him, he decides; they'll make it, just as they always have. He runs his fingers over his cheek before cupping it, eyes half closed as he nuzzles him back. "I'm not sure. I don't think so," he answers softly, pulling back to look at him. Killian's doe-eyed look is particularly strong in the mornings, especially when it's coupled with mussed hair.

He could ask anything of him in those moments and he'd do it without hesitation.

"It's almost time to go out," he sighs, pressing his forehead against his. Hunting has proven difficult with soldiers around, and it certainly doesn't ******* help that he even looks dead. He's tried to stick with blood packs for the most part after getting shot at a few times by hunters, but he's managed to sneak up on a few people otherwise. He's had thoughts of preserving the blood that's drained from the bodies at the funeral home, but he's worried it could either wind up being bad for them or not do anything to slake thirst, or both. "Where would you like to go?"

If nothing else, Killian's always been good at finding the good in the worst of situations. Wrapped up in one another's arms like this, Virgil's fingers and palm gentle and loving on his skin, this is heaven, even if he's anything but angelic now. Even as they just discuss going out, he can feel the prickling burn of hunger that permeates his being well beyond just in his stomach now. He focuses his bleary eyes on his husband, pushes the thought away to enjoy his beautiful, perfectly sculpted face as they look at each other.

When Virgil presses their foreheads together, Killian closes his eyes and relishes the closeness. He, too, dreads the hunt. The suspicious glances of the soldiers. In life, he was always sun-kissed, this new lack of pigment just makes him look sickly. That might be fine but they're all on high alert, they know there are people like them around and Killian's been wounded a couple of times for refusing to stop when he's been ordered too. He'll be damned to be ordered around by some big punk hiding behind a gun. "I don't know," He finally murmurs, his own hand coming up to cup Virgil's face. "Not exactly easy to find places to eat with G.I. Joe everywhere."

His fingers stroke the beginnings of stubble and he tilts Virgil's face so he can kiss him softly, gently, just a lazy but warm smack to his mouth. "I guess we need to venture out a little further than we have been."

The fingers stroking his face makes him smile, but he heaves a heavy sigh. "****, I miss food," Virgil laments softly against his lips. The day he was turned, he unknowingly tried to eat food only for it to come back up in no time. He was at least able to warn Killian about it so that he wouldn't have to go through the same miserable experience. Live and learn.

"Can't go out that much further, though. I don't want something to happen. You know I almost lost it when you came home riddled with holes," he tells him, the feather-light touch of his fingers on the healing wound in his chest. "We need to stick together this time. I'm going to try to find someone like us who can help. I don't want any more nasty surprises."

He smiles as he listens to him, enjoys the rumble of their lips together when he talks against them. His smile softens quickly, though and he reaches his hand to run through his hair. "I know you do, I miss cooking for you. Having dinner together over the table instead of..." He chuckles a little as he trails off. "The good old ******* days."

He winces slightly when Virgil's fingers ghost over his wounds, managing a sheepish grin. "Awww. It's gonna be okay. I'm okay. Just caught me off guard, that won't happen again." He nuzzles him gently. "I love you so goddamn much. I'm not going anywhere. Sticking together isn't a half-bad idea."