askhenrysturges:

askhenrysturges:

It was two AM and Henry when Henry jolted awake, gasping for breath and clutching his pillow. His lungs burnt, his eyes stung and his heart beat a million beats per minute. At least, that was how it felt.

His chest felt tight and he slowly calmed his breathing to slow and…

Henry sighed softly once he saw Adam still asleep. The younger of the two pressed into his love, a hand slowly reaching up to grip his shirt. He laid like that for a good few silent hours before finally dozing off again, though his hand never loosened.

As the shuttered and curtained window turned bright then began to glow Adam began to stir. He stayed still at finding Henry in bed.. hadn’t he fallen asleep in his old room? Though he rarely slept in a nightshirt or pajamas or even sweatpants, he had taken to wearing them when he slept alone. Now Henry was wearing little holes in his shirt. Another nightmare?

He kissed Henry’s cheek, settled down to hold his husband close and hummed the tune of the old lullaby just in case. 


askhenrysturges:

It was two AM and Henry when Henry jolted awake, gasping for breath and clutching his pillow. His lungs burnt, his eyes stung and his heart beat a million beats per minute. At least, that was how it felt.

His chest felt tight and he slowly calmed his breathing to slow and slightly shuddering breathes. The vampire slipped out of his own room in Eden, where he had dozed off while reading a book, and quickly (and invisibly) made his way to his marital room.

Henry reappeared once he was at the door, opening it and shutting and locking it behind him before crawling ito bed with Adam, trying to be quiet and not wake his husband as he curled up to him.

Adam gave a quiet “mmm” as Henry joined him in bed. More asleep than awake he turned and wrapped Henry into a hug.


((And Jami would beg him to let her vacation there.))

((If Adam does buy Hell Island he’s not telling anyone. It would be a huge trigger for Henry (with all the mad scientist shit that happened in the 20s) and lets be honest, nothing good has ever happened there. It’s 3000 years of bad. He’s only interested because he likes ruins and finds beauty in decay.))


Oh you just know Adam’s going to bid.

((Italy is selling Hell Island aka Poveglia at Auction))


askhenrysturges:

vampireadam:

askhenrysturges:

"You make it sound so romantic. But I can not help but think about what the contractors must be imagining!" He chuckled.

"Who cares?" He offered quietly before he kissed Henry’s cheek.

Henry smiled sweetly, nodding. “Good point.”

Adam chuckled a moment and breathed Henry in. Happy to just lay here and dreading the moment they’d have to get up. 


askhenrysturges:

"You make it sound so romantic. But I can not help but think about what the contractors must be imagining!" He chuckled.

"Who cares?" He offered quietly before he kissed Henry’s cheek.


bloodanddye:

Emily’s face at first went blank, but then positively lit up with a bright, although terribly sheepish, smile. Although she knew it was impossible, she could have sworn that her cheeks felt warm. Actually, she felt warm all over; absolutely filled with a sort of bubbling happiness dancing with excitement. It was odd, almost foreign and completely amazing. It almost felt like waking up after a nightmare to see that everything really was alright.

She held tightly to her father’s hand has he lead her about the place, a little worried that she might get lost. Eden itself sometimes seemed like a bit of a maze, even without the secret passages. With all of the boxes and antiques piled here and there made the attic more than a little daunting to navigate.

When her father pulled out the old, pink suit, Emily brought her hands up to cover her mouth, trying her best to stifle the laughter that immediately bubbled up and out of her. It only calmed when he told her that he had been wearing it when they first kissed.

"That’s- Over 230 years ago, right?" she asked quietly. "American Revolution… I wasn’t even born yet. I don’t think that my grandparents weren’t even born yet!" she laughed. "But you were both there… In love. And you’re still in love. That’s just- Wow…" she smiled, reaching out to gently touch the suit.

"When you think about that, it doesn’t seem that embarrassing" she pointed out.

"That’s why I kept it. I had a peacock blue suit even with embroidered feather patterns all over it that night. It’s up here somewhere."

He eyed the salmon suit for a few moments lost in thought. 

"It was Henry’s idea to back the revolution. He found the church basement and dragged me to it one night to listen in. Even though Henry was in his 70’s and had plenty of experience fighting off the Spanish and negotiating with the Native American tribes, he had never fought an actual war before. The Founding Fathers couldn’t stand each other, actually. We often argued and I nearly ate George more than once. Plus, at the time I was practically an abolitionist if you can believe that. 

"They knew what Henry and I were. That vampires were bank-rolling the Revolution and a quarter of the soldiers fighting on the lines were Our Kind. One night, though, The British attempted to sail a tall ship up river and inland. We happened to be in the area when the spies reported the plan so we dealt with it our selves. Fighting off a pirate ship upriver. Swashbuckling and swinging from the masts. Tricking them into aiming their cannons at their own ship. 

He found the sword Henry had forged. A simple blade even if the scabbard was elaborate. Sturdy and still sharp though pitted with age, an H stamped into it near the handle. He passed it over to Emily.

"It was a lot of fun and after it was done we were at a tavern laughing about how absurd it all had been. We spent a wonderful three days in our room and when we came out we found out that the British had tried it again only they succeeded and the town we had been protecting had fallen to their control. We made it a game of hide-and-seek. Ghosting around and harassing the soldiers until they just up and left. Made all the more hilarious by our brightly colored clothes.

"Sorry. I got lost there a bit. You know, Emily, While the side rooms are where I keep the personal items, you’re welcome to pillage the rest of the attic. If there is anything up here you want, it’s yours. Since it’s your home it’s your stuff. Even the furniture. Just… don’t put anything on ebay, okay? It’s hard enough keeping the historians out of Eden."



askhenrysturges:

vampireadam:

askhenrysturges:

[text] Emily just told me she isn’t an American citizen technically. I find this both an incredible wrong as well as incredibly ironic.

[text] We can’t have that!
[text] I’ll get the Jaws file out and it’ll be taken care of in just a couple days.
[text] Oh. While we’re doing that, I’ll do a couple other things like making sure she and Vincent have legal rights to Eden’s lands and some other stuff.

[text] thank you :)

[text] you’re the best. I love you.

[Text] I love you
[Text] and I love them.


askhenrysturges:

[text] Emily just told me she isn’t an American citizen technically. I find this both an incredible wrong as well as incredibly ironic.

[text] We can’t have that!
[text] I’ll get the Jaws file out and it’ll be taken care of in just a couple days.
[text] Oh. While we’re doing that, I’ll do a couple other things like making sure she and Vincent have legal rights to Eden’s lands and some other stuff.


Hello.

I would ask what you are doing near my home. Unfortunately, there has been a lot of confusion lately. Tours of Eden Plantation have been permanently halted and this is a private residence. Don’t feel too put out though. Now that you are here you might as well stay a-while.

redbloodedbrit


Hello.

I would ask what you are doing near my home. Unfortunately, there has been a lot of confusion lately. Tours of Eden Plantation have been permanently halted and this is a private residence. Don’t feel too put out though. Now that you are here you might as well stay a-while.

beautifully-damaged-soul


I never even thought- You've probably thrown balls before. I mean, of course you would have! With everything you've seen and everything you've lived through. I bet you've had some beautiful parties. I'd love to see what you've kept. -reaches for his hand-

bloodanddye:

vampireadam:

He took Emily’s hand and led her to the pearl-mural, pressed the pearl into it’s depression and opened the door to the passage. It was a narrow space, typical of the era Eden was constructed in, and the steps were set high but spaced out so to not be painful or harsh. Once up into the attic, which could have been another floor as it spanned the entire length and width of the house and even had it’s own locked rooms, he found the light switch.

Furniture, including large bedroom sets of rosewood and tortoiseshell, statues, gold and platinum trimming glittered from here or there .. things deemed too grand for Eden’s new chapter as a simple if large house. Trunks stacked on shelves of hardwood as old as the house (storage had been planned) sometimes five high and deep. A maze of stuff even if Adam knew where he was going.

"During the colonial era, I once convinced Dad to wear a pink suit. It’s still up here somewhere. Ah." 

Adam pointed over to one of the rooms. 

"That’s where we keep his old things. You want to see it?"

He smiled and watched Emily.

"It’s a little of this and and a little of that. I appreciate the craftsmanship and the beauty. Not to mention how much each piece cost even at the time they were new. Collecting is something of a long-term habit of mine. Did you know I am the inspiration for Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves tale? As far as the 1001 Tales of Arabian Nights goes, it’s completely a modern forgery of a story, but the cave itself is very real. Dad’s been there. I have little caches all over the world. This is just the most modern of them all. Perhaps, one day, I’ll take you to the cave of wonders."

He poked about a few trunks until he found a blue velvet box, some spots of the velvet long since rubbed off yet the item inside still as bright as the day it had been put away. He carefully removed it from it’s box so Emily couldn’t see until he gently placed it on her head and found a suitable mirror so she could see herself.

"It’s a shame electrum fell out of favor. As richly colored as gold, as glittering as silver, yet it’s completely safe for us to handle and wear."

"Sometimes I forget how very old you are" Emily said softly. For the first time, there was no trace of fear in her voice. She was simply completely in awe. "I used to think I was bad… I have storage units and boxes hidden in walls all over here and in Britain. Just photos and clothes and strange gadgets that I’ve picked up along the way. Anything new and interesting… And the rest- After everything faded and everyone… Everyone died, I guess I just wanted proof that my memories were real."

She watched him curiously as he began to search, but her eyes still strayed over and over again to the rest of the room. When he finally seemed to have found what he was looking for, she looked back to him. It was an odd little box, fairly unassuming and obviously rather old. And it certainly wasn’t big enough to hold the pink suit he had mentioned.

When he took out the circlet, her mouth fell open and she breathed a quiet “wow”. And when he placed it on her head, she could not help but let out a little giggle. As he brought the mirror before her, she brought her hands up to cover her mouth. She felt a little bit like a princess.

"It’s so beautiful" she whispered, apprehensively reaching for it but not actually touching it. She almost felt that if she did it might disappear or crumble beneath her fingers.

Her father had given her other jewellery, beautiful and ancient things, but she never wore any of it. She was too afraid to. Instead, she hid it away, taking it out every so often, like a precious and favourite photo or book, just to look at.

"I can just imagine some gorgeous, elegant woman, in a flowing gown, wearing this." She shook her head and gently, very carefully, took it from her head to put it back in the box. “Everything in here must have some amazing story… All of the people that made and touched and used and wore these things. Just… Wow” she breathed again.

An odd look came over him as she talked about proof of her own memories. “Yeah. I know the feeling.”

Then he smiled. “Emily. A gorgeous, elegant woman IS wearing it. And soon enough you’ll have your gown. Now I know I promised you something to embarrass Dad so lets get to that.”

He set aside the hand mirror and took Emily’s hand before she had time to take off the circlet. The stash of Henry’s old things that Henry only recently found out he’d kept were kept in one of the locked rooms. Instead of garment bags and moth balls the temperature humidity and light were regulated. The salmon suit was thin with age, but in fine enough shape that Henry could put it on for an evening.

"We fought in the Revolution together and it was quite a sight to see him fight off the Regulars in that thing. The sword he made for me is over there. The things in all the side rooms and behind the locks are the things I really value, the ones tied to memories. I don’t mean to embarrass Dad with the suit, but not only could he rock it, he was wearing it the first time we kissed."


gravesmarket:

vampireadam:

gravesmarket:

vampireadam:

Hello.

I would ask what you are doing near my home. Unfortunately, there has been a lot of confusion lately. Tours of Eden Plantation have been permanently halted and this is a private residence. Don’t feel too put out though. Now that you are here you might as well stay a-while.

gravesmarket

Goddamn it, thought there was no-one home. 

"Oh..uh.. that’s mighty kind of you, but I got places to be.. people to see y’know. I was curious, not many of these old houses left now. I thought maybe it was empty, just…fancied a look into the past I guess." 

The dealer put on his best disarming smile. The guy was perfectly civil, but Graves was wary, after all he’d been caught on the property, and in these parts justice was often of the unofficial kind. 

"Fortunately, simple curiosity is not a sin. I understand the draw of a house as old as Eden is, so please, don’t feel too put out. Perhaps I can tell you about her and show you around?"

The offer was tempting. Graves loved old buildings and had often climbed across rooftops in Sanitarium to find a way in and explore some of the abandoned places like the library and the courthouse. History.. a glimpse of how the world used to be fascinated him. However he felt that slight rise of the hair on his neck at the other’s words. Something was off about him, though Graves couldn’t pick what exactly, maybe he’d stick around and find out.
" Eden huh ? Nice name. Well.. guess I got a coupla hours to kill before work, and now I’m here..Thank you, I’d like a little tour, if you don’t mind ?"

Adam smiled and offered his hand, chill despite the heat and the humidity. ”I am Adam. That… generally is the first comment. Yes, I named her Eden, after the garden of peace and safety. She is a sanctuary herself and what I owe to my kind.”

He gave a wink, Perhaps there was more to that statement or it was simply some sort of odd joke. Adam didn’t waist much time though, Construction had begun almost the day American victory was within grasp of the Revolution and it was one of only a handful of properties still held by the original family. Who had somehow managed to hold onto it even through the Louisiana Purchase and Civil War. The library and the ball room had taken nearly half of the total of the original construction budget so which would he like to see first?