“And to think, I had thought you might have come down here because you wanted my company. How silly of me. As for not yawning… I suppose I can try, but I make no promises, Walter.” He tipped his head back against the back of the chair, closing his eyes.
“I don’t care, really, about when I sleep. Why should I miss it? It was so long ago that I did sleep at night that it isn’t even in my list of concerns. There really isn’t much I do miss.”
It was that, too. Wanting the Vampire’s company. No way in hell he’d admit that, though. Admitting to feeling friendship towards him felt like admitting weakness. So he simply sat there on his table, curled up still as he listened. “What do you miss?” There had to be something of interest in that conversation. If the Vampire would indulge him, that was.
I bet you can’t seduce my muse
The Angel scrolls, vol.1
The following is a brief and vague personal history I have written for my specific Walter muse. This is in no way canon nor does it have to be accepted by any party I RP or write with.
More detail to follow.
“You can’t sleep? Have you tried making yourself some of that tea you give my Master sometimes?” He watched the other make himself at home in his cell with only the merest quirk of dark brows, then shifted a little in his seat, getting more comfortable. ”I yawn because I am bored or tired. And I do breathe, it’s a habit, and you know that. I just don’t have to. Maybe yawning is a habit too.”
"Tried the tea. Do you think I’d be here if I hadn’t?" he sighed, giving another yawn. "Ah hell. What do I care for. Just don’t make me yawn anymore, it’s not helping a damned thing." Grumbling, he tucked his knees up to his chest and sat in silence for a moment.
"Do you ever miss sleeping during the night?"
“I may not need to breathe, Walter, but I do yawn.” He shook his head. ”Why are you here, anyway? It’s one’o’clock in the morning, you should be in bed.” He leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs in front of him and crossing them at the ankles, then he crossed his arms in front of his chest and peered at the other.
"Can’t sleep." he answered simply, huffing once more. He stepped onto the cold stone flooring with his bare feet, shivering at the cold slightly before plopping onto the chair side table. "If you don’t need to breathe, why do you need to yawn?" He asked in slightly accusatory tone.
Not exactly what he expected to happen tonight. He glanced up at the other, framed in the doorway, and then settled back down in his seat, saying nothing. He would wait for the other to state why he was here. He did, however, yawn expansively, showing those sharp, white fangs.
Damn the human psyche. Once the Vampire yawned, it was nearly unavoidably automatic for Walter. Afterwards he gave an irritated growl and a huff.
"Don’t do that. You don’t even need to breath…" He grumbled, crossing his arms a bit haughtily. And yet, he gave no indication that he was there out of unrest and boredom…And because of the fact that, as irritating as the Vampire was, he was the only person Walter had come to call a ‘friend’.
It was going to be another long night for him, it seemed. He settled in his seat, feeling restless, and waited in silence for dawn.
It seemed that the entire household was found in a state of unrest, or at least the gentlemen of the house. Walter, too, could feel the tendrils of insomnia take over him. And so with sleepy steps he stalked into the sublevels of the manor, leaning against the doorframe gently….Even the silent presence of the man was better than nothing.