Blitz/Johann

[monsterjohann]

There's a storm coming. Johann had just come from a swim, the inky black water, though clean, a happy memory of home. The winter chill in the air doesn't seem to touch him as he treks back up to his home, his bare feet skipping from rock to rock as he looks forward to the lovely fire he's got going.

The home isn't large, but it's comfortable. The dark rooms and gothic scheme are kept up on the daily, as Johann really has nothing more to do unless he wants to make the journey into the city and terrorize people there.

Or pick up groceries. Same thing, really.

But tonight is a night to stay in. Lightning flashes onto the ocean water, illuminating the impatient waves as they crest and fall and crash onto the shore. He'll keep the windows up tonight, he decides, walking into the house. He lives alone right now; there's never a reason to change, but he does wrap a towel around his middle to go and check on the bread he's left out to prove.

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[helluvamess]

As the thunder starts to rumble louder and rain breaks over the house, hammering loud on the windows and roof, it's almost loud enough to drown out the voice outside. Almost, because that voice sure is loud and particularly expressive and punctuated by loud hammering on the door.

"Christ on a fucking stick, open the fucking door asshole before my little red cock freezes off out here!" It'd been a great idea, going to visit Johann now that he could, but Blitzø had not anticipated it being fucking freezing when he got here.