*Never make someone a priority when you're only an option*

Every morning, Warin drinks his coffee. Every morning, he adds a little more aconite to it. Because every morning, the pain of separation is worse. At this point, after a week of no results, Warin is beginning to think that Vesp had been dosing him with infinitesimal amounts of the poison the entire time. Just incase. Da*mn the man, anyways.
 
Warin can't stand it. The blood pounding in his ears, the cold sweat he breaks out in when a shadow moves in a weird way. All of it is getting to be too much, too life-consuming. He feels like he's drowning in fear. Not fear of being found. But fear of *not* being found. Fear that he really didn't mean anything. That none of it meant anything.
 
So, every morning, Warin adds more and more of the deadly poison to his coffee in hopes that he never finishes the cup.

Tech Geek. Environmentalist, minus the smoking habit. Wears clothes that never made it out of the dryer.

Yes, even the slippers. Especially the slippers, even though Vesp yelled at him.

Elle tones it down for a visit by the Vampire Council, wearing black for the first time in decades.

Female Simon. From Misfits. >.<

A junkie. Yay for junkies!