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‘this is for warmth,’ he says every time, huddling close at night, gangly limbs twining around a much smaller frame. it sounds more and more empty.
autumn, to spring. they learn each other.
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Death and time mean little in the Constant; though it can split groups apart when people aren't careful. A small trinket and memories are all that Wilson has through the various incarnations of worlds until they meet up again. A gift fic for @tainted-petals
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- Modern day AU-
Wilson Higgsbury, a 36 year old struggling scientist has found himself in poverty and struggling with depression, but when he meets a rather wealthy and strange man by the name of Maxwell Carter who seems to have a fascination with him, he wonders if this is he way out of poverty or if it’s instead a way out of loneliness.
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At first, it was nothing but an itch, a slight inconvenience that sat comfortably in the back of Maxwell’s mind, and nothing more.
But then, as fate would have it, that little itch seemed to grow as it was left unchecked.
Pangs of hunger that food simply wouldn’t fill, even his favorite food, Wobster dinner, tasted no better than eating the dirt beneath his feet. Because it wasn’t food that he craved, not in the slightest.
See, Wilson had come by just earlier for a quick chat in the middle of his errands, and that was when Maxwell realized just what he was missing. The scientist was intoxicating, his scent filling his lungs and making his mouth water in a way he found rather embarrassing. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth into Wilson’s neck, to draw the blood from his veins as the scientist squirmed underneath him, and drink to his heart’s content.
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AKA, a very impromptu Halloween Vampire Maxwell Fic I wrote in a week