{you’ll be in my heart forever}

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“Well, I haven’t personally encountered any vampires,” Jon begins, shifting to stretch and roll himself flat on his back. If they’re going to disentangle, he may as well get started. “But there have been statements about them that made their way to the Archive, and I have every reason to believe they’re true.” At some point, Jon began to Know which statements were related to the Powers, and Trevor Herbert’s fit the bill.

He inhales a deep, slow breath and folds his hands across his stomach. “They still appear human, but they don’t speak - they have some sort of telepathic way of communicating with their victims, and some sort of mesmeric ability to keep them docile and agreeable to being fed on. Sunlight doesn’t seem to be an issue for them, and there’s none of the traditional shapeshifting business - fog, bats, wolves, and what have you. They don’t seem to fear crosses, but fire is still a quite effective way to kill them.”

Jon turns his head toward the angel. “What about your vampires? Or should we save that conversation for when we’re out and about?”

And further on that subject, Jon continues:

“It’s not uncommon, where I’m from, for a first date to occur at a café - with coffee, or tea, as the individual preference aligns.” He grins, knowing quite well where Murmur’s preference stands. “I thought perhaps we could have our date at the café in town that Navi mentioned.”

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"I see. That makes sense, meetings with vampires are not generally peaceful." They didn't usually hang out with mortals they weren't enthralling or eating, vampires tended to have a very insulated community after undeath.

With Jon working to disentangle Murmur finally picked up his wings to give them a few fluttering beats to shake out the feathers, which did result in sending a spray of down and molted plumes. This would result in some temporary distraction while Murmur pushed himself up to clean up his feathery mess. This was starting to look bad. "So they are more in the vein of a human mimic, rather than reanimated undead. Fascinating." Well, at least fire still worked.

"Up to you," He sounded distracted now, searching for each and every feather diligently. Careless as he could be about general clutter related to papers, books, and his tinkering experiments, this was something he was almost too focused about. One couldn't risk unattended angel feathers loose. Too risky. "Well, you do know how I feel about a good cup of tea. A café sounds delightful." He expects Jon will want to do some preening before they go. Murmur, likewise, needs to preen but for an entirely different reason.