george sat in his home, plucking random strings on his guitar— trying to figure up something since his band was still working on ‘a hard days night’

his hands were a little calloused over the years of constant instruments, and his face very clearly focused on what he was doing. george tended to chew on his lip when focused, his sharp canines poking out

you were george’s partner... for the time being at least, and by now you were well aware of his odd habits— the curtains always closed, waking up later in the day, strictly no garlic in the house… any one sensible could figure out he was a vampire, though, you didn’t mind. in fact, you encourage it!