Happy birthday FOR REAL THIS TIME to my favorite emo shit vampire nerd and an even bigger happy birthday to @rainbowrowell who made him in her brain and shared him with us, only for us to turn around and do unspeakable things to him on all ends of the unspeakable spectrum 🥰
We’re on the train, headed to Baz’s parents new house. It’s in some place I’ve never been before, but that’s ok because Baz took care of the tickets (I did offer to fly us, but again, I don’t know the way) (it’s also a bit away and neither of us were sure I’d be able to carry myself and a grown vampire for that whole flight)
He’s had a long day; he’s got this posh office job now which he wanted very badly, but the hours are horrendous.
As usual with Baz, this change in lifestyle has brought with it changes to his wardrobe: he wears loungewear now, as soon as he gets home. After particularly awful days he won’t even have the strength to change into them himself; he’ll step through the door and spell his office ones off and the cozy ones on. They complement his sharpness nicely; makes him more tangible, more like something within reach, that I’m allowed —encouraged, even— to grab a hold of and not let go.
Our luggage is stuffed beneath my seat, and my heels keep bumping into the side of it when I shift. We’ve only brought enough for the two nights we’re staying over, but Baz has this new suit set he wants to wear for his birthday dinner tomorrow and apparently it required ‘room to breathe, Snow’.
Whatever that means.
I’m not going to complain about it, however. It looks absolutely stunning on him; he’s started leaning into the vampire look again, like in school when he slicked his hair back to show off his widows peak, and it’s working wonders now just as it did then. The suit is a sleek and slender thing, paired with a blood red shirt that somehow manages to shift in color depending on where you stand. Baz said there was something special about the fabric (“Is it magic,” I’d asked, rubbing the sleeve between my fingertips. “In a sense,” he’d said. “It’s Normal magic, the art of weaving.”)
We had a drink with Penny and Shep before we left the flat, and the alcohol burns warm in my gut still. I don’t drink much, these days. Haven’t the need to.
With this creature called the nightlight, the rainbow series is finished ! These things will haunt the canopy jungle, a dense, multi-tiered forest where the only light reaching the ground will be that of a rare, glowing Fungus. Nightlights are a hostile creature that dies if exposed to light levels above seven (based on don't starve shadows) and will stalk players who challenge this alien forest (alsoa the actual in-game beaste will be more transparent)