logsinthenight | ( CLOSED ) I BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT I WAS DANGEROUS.

characters: Javert and Kol.
location: Around the town, patrolling.
date/time: Nighttime, sometime mid-December.
content: Javert's a dumb-dumb who broke his left hand and got bit/scarred by spirits, and Kol's a good samaritan who's decided to perhaps be truthful with Javert about who he really is and help.
warnings: Vampire blood healing. Great friendship.

[ finding javert is easy, although it's probably a lot harder for someone who isn't kol. he walks with a quiet confidence that's hard to hear amongst all the noises of beacon, but it's one that he can zero in on and locate anywhere. it helps that he has super duper super hearing.

locating him on the outskirts of the town, he'd had every intention of signalling to meet him back at the invincible once he's done watching the dark and seeing how its shadows haven't changed at all. the recent spirit attack has been one that's left even him shaken. the dream is still something he's trying to decipher and unpack. hearing what had happened in the town during his slumber has only put him further on edge.

possibly not as on edge as javert, although it's merely an assumption. he's a difficult man to read, even for someone as old as kol. it's partly why he hesitates in leaving him be; whatever had happened while he'd been asleep, it must have gotten beneath javert's skin. the entire town felt heavy with anxiety.

rather than walking away, kol approaches him. ]

Mate. [ it's not said in a friendly, overly excited tone. he can see the bite marks as clear as a brightly lit day, it's said out of concern. ] What happened to your face?

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Yes.

( He grounds out, irritated, but not at Kol. He is only irritated with himself for allowing the spirit to strike him, and with everyone else for asking if he's all right. How his face looks is not so much a concern of his, but he wishes that he would not be pitied. Before Kol can ask how it happened, Javert explains, )

The creature is dead, if you must know. Lord Zihuan and I were checking the inn's fortifications when the thing attacked us. It took our combined might to subdue it.

[ if javert expects pity to shape his expression, kol only frowns. it's not a surprise that javert is a fighter. it's not a surprise cao is, either. what does concern him is the marks on his face and the fact the spirits decided to attack. ]

It's a good thing you were both awake. We would've been fucked if you hadn't killed it. [ crass language for a really crass fact. it disturbs kol that he had been asleep when this had happened and hadn't once stirred, hence the language. he's angry at himself for not being awake to do what he does best—make a bloody mess.

looking javert over, he shakes his head. ] It did quite a number on you, didn't it?

( In lieu of an answer, Javert simply raises his hand, the one wrapped in bandages and held in place by a splint. It's partially healed, though still quite broken. He cannot grip anything with it, and he doesn't know if it will ever be the same. He's not a doctor, he did his best, but the bones weren't set properly, and he doesn't know if it will heal completely. )

It was a spirit in the most literal sense. It had no body, but it had arms, legs, and a head, with teeth.

( Which explains the bite marks, not only on his face but beneath the bandages on his hand. Javert doesn't seem overly perturbed, though, saying, )

I should be grateful that it wasn't my dominant hand.

Has anyone had a look at that?

[ kol looks genuinely concerned. the splint is a decent giveaway that javert most likely has, but then, javert is a man who is quite resourceful and may know how to somehow bandage and create a splint… all with one hand. ]

Someone who at least knows something about treating wounds. [ then, with a teasing tone, ] Unless you're also secretly a doctor.

There was hardly the time.

( He doesn't know what to do in the face of his concern, and so he brushes it off. He wouldn't die of a broken hand, and the wounds on his face were not so severe. He would only be wasting the doctor's time if he asked for help during the siege, and so he had never asked and suffered with it until now. He scoffs a bit, )

I can take care of myself well enough. This isn't the first time I've been injured, you realize.

But it's the first time you've been injured in the afterlife and by a spirit we still know nothing about.

[ as much as kol wants to believe injuries sustained in any realm post-death are as dangerous as a tickle, he'd been hunted and tortured by dead witches for the time he'd spent in the ancestral realm. if he'd been as greatly injured as javert, he never would've stood a chance in fighting them.

he doesn't need to think it over. javert is one of the select few he'd do anything for. kindness and loyalty goes a long, long way with kol. if he can give him a slip of relief, well... someone best tell santa he shouldn't get coal for christmas.

with a glance down, ] I might be able to help with the healing process. Unless, of course, you're a fan of wearing bandages for the next few weeks. I'm hardly one to judge.

( He frowns. There's a part of him that almost wants to refuse, in an attempt to salvage his pride. He isn't used to people being so kind to him, or going out of their way to help. Kol seems quite insistent upon it, though, and it's making Javert feel some kind of way. He doesn't linger on it for too long, however. His mind instead whirling with other, more important thoughts. )

How? ( He asks, brow furrowing as he cradles his injured hand in the other. ) I thought you couldn't use magic.

( He isn't a doctor either, not anymore than Javert is. )

I can't.

[ still a store spot, a thousand plus years later. if he'd died as a witch, perhaps he'd be of far more use than he is as an old af vampire, but there's no point in dwelling. he can help javert, possibly better than a witch can.

exhaling through his nose, he glances down at the ground. easily picking up a flat looking stone, kol flips his hand over so his palm faces up and drags the rather blunt tip along his palm. pressing hard enough, he cuts a crooked line across his palm. as soon as he reaches the base of his hand, the start of the line he's drawn begins to heal.

tossing the stone away, kol keeps his palm facing up as his skin slowly patches itself together. ]

But I'm something else. My blood heals surface to non-fatal wounds within a matter of seconds, sometimes minutes.

( Javert, for his part, watches on in mute horror, first at the cut on his hand, and then the way it stitches itself up. It's unlike anything Javert has ever seen. Even here, in Beacon, no one has ever been able to heal themselves so swiftly. He doesn't know what it means, or what Kol is, but it's safe to assume he's decidedly not human. )

And you're certain that would work on me?

( He seems skeptical, but not as much as he would be, considering it's Kol. )

Yes. [ conversationally, ] I've had over a thousand years to watch people who've almost split in half become whole and healthy because of my blood.

[ in most cases, anyway. werewolf bites require his brother's blood, and he's certain life-threatening diseases may or may not be immune… but he's trying to sell a confident case here, you know.

he has to say it easily, ensuring his body language conveys this is completely fine. he hasn't spent the last few months pretending to be something he used to be—a witch, incapable of using magic because he had died. being a vampire and outing himself as one is dangerous. it's still dangerous, although he doubts—and hopes—javert poses no threat.

gently, ] It's only if you want it. I'm not going to force you.

( CLOSED ) I BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT I WAS DANGEROUS.

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