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

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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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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.

[policier]

( 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. )

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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.