Requested by anon: You write AUs yes? Would it be okay if I prompted supernatural Hayffie? But fluffy supernatural. So they're actually vampires and have been for centuries, but now it's gotten to the point where they get really bored when they have nothing to do so they describe each other because they can't see themselves in mirrors (inspired by that vampires describing each other whilst drunk post).
"How old are you?" she asked out of the blue. Her back was to him as she stood by the shelf arranging the vials carefully and in perfect order. Outside, the pale light from the moon had filtered through the cavern where they had lived for as long as she could remember.
Everyone had left once the sun had set and Effie would have followed usually but she wanted to stay behind that night. Haymitch hardly ever leave the place lately claiming there was nothing for him to do in this town anymore. If they do not relocate, she figured everyone would be bored to death soon enough, figuratively speaking, of course, since they could live forever. It was bothersome, really, to live as long as they have. To lose everyone they once knew and to run out of new things to do. It made her incredibly bored.
Haymitch looked up lazily, eyeing her curiously from where he sat slouched on the armchair.
"Dunno. I simply couldn't be bothered to keep track after hundred."
"Oh. I've over five hundred and fifty years old now. I've been in this world for that long, I've seen things and nothing's holding my interest anymore. I don't think I could go on much longer unless I find something new to do."
"Hmmm," he murmured. "Johanna's always full of plan. It isn't too late to join her. Night's still young."
She could tell that he was just giving her suggestions to shut her up.
"She's probably trying to see if she could make some humans fall for her again."
"So why don't you do the same? Seduce a man and stop badgering me."
Effie exhaled loudly. "It's not challenging anymore. The thrill's gone. Besides, they succumb too easily."
"Oh, yeah?" Haymitch raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Here's a suggestion, sweetheart. Try to make yourself look a little hideous. Maybe that'll bring back the challenge."
Effie turned and stared at him intently, wondering if she had heard him right. It made her curious to know how he saw her, to find out how she appeared to him.
"Are you implying that I don't look hideous?" she inquired. "That I'm… pretty?"
"I guess," he shrugged.
"Oh?" Effie lowered herself gracefully on the seat across from him. "How do I look, Haymitch? What do you see? What colour's my eyes?"
"What?" he scrunched distastefully at her sudden question. "You've never seen your eyes before? Back when you were alive, I mean."
"It's been over five hundred years since I last saw myself. I forgot how I even look like."
She sounded despondent and miserable.
"Blue," he answered.
"Grey," she smiled, nodding towards him. "Your hair's dirty blond. It'll probably look prettier if you bother washing it."
Effie leaned forward, her fingers gingerly touching the tip of his hair, tugging it playfully.
"Why bother? Who's here to even look at it except you?"
"You're right. What about my hair?"
"Your hair's long," he pointed out. "Can't you tell the colour of it?"
"Indulge me, Haymitch. We haven't got anything else to do tonight after all."
"Blonde. It's like… it reminds me of honey and of sunlight," his eyes had taken on a faraway look, remembering a time long gone when they both knew what it felt like to feel the heat of the sun on their skin and see the world during the day.
Somehow, Effie had moved next to him and was sitting dangerously close to him. Her fingers came up to trace his lips, drawing his attention to her once more.
"I like your lips," she said, her voice had dropped to a soft whisper. "It's thin and soft, and they take my breath away when you kiss me that one time. And when you smirk, the corner of your lips will curl upwards. It infuriates me but I find it incredibly…"
"Irresistible?" he smirked, propping his arm on the back of the sofa. He leaned forward, his face mere inches from her. Effie swallowed at the sudden proximity, discreetly moving backwards to put some distance between them but his hand had moved, palms resting on her cheeks and fingers on the back of her head, locking her in place. "You have very delicate features. Your eyebrows," his thumb grazed her right eyebrow, "your nose. Well, your lips… They aren't your best features."
She gave a loud indignant gasp which made him chuckle.
"But we're playing your game, yes? And you want me to describe it. I think the word would be luscious," he told her.
Haymitch had slowly moved closer, breaching her personal space one sure movement at a time, so much so that Effie was lying back against the sofa. Her head was on the arm rest and she was trapped. He hovered above her, silvery grey eyes gleaming in delight. Before she could protest, he had swooped down to kiss.
Effie forgot all about the game they were playing. Who needs daylight when she could be doing this with Haymitch all night? Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to have ever lasting life with someone who could live forever.
Yes, this is one of the non-angsty prompt that I have in my inbox so i worked on it first because people tell me they've had enough of angst atm (it'll be back, just you wait.)
idek, really with this prompt tbh. I've never written supernatural stuffs before. much less supernatural au with hayffie! i hope it's okay, anon.