[ He may have a goal and a purpose that drives him, but he wishes for more than that. He has wished for companionship, to have someone at his side, to have a life with them. Until now, it seemed as though such a life was moving further and further out of his reach until it disappeared entirely. But when he was not looking, when he least expected it, Lantaa entered his life. ]
How could that be for the best? I ask not to make you feel shame, but simply because it is clear that we are meant to be together and that nothing should separate us, not even things that would cause us to doubt. [ And to further illustrate that, he leans in so that he might brush his lips against her once more.
He does not pull away, even though there is a swell of emotion inside him, and not a happy sort either. Nothing shows on his face, but internally, there is a fight between two halves of himself: one side wishing only to be calm and peaceful while giving and receiving affection and the other deeply unsettled and repulsed by what he has done, even though it was done at her behest.
For the moment, the side of him that embraces being a vampire remains in control, and when she speaks, calling him her love, he leans even more into her hold and her embrace. ]
I love you, and I would have you be mine for as long as you wish to remain. [ Which, he now knows, will be forever, as she has stated she does not wish to be apart from him in this life and beyond it as well.
She goes on to speak about her own vows, and he finds that she has rendered him speechless. A vow of any sort is binding and meaningful, and while this is hardly what some would consider a binding contract, it may as well be in his mind. Her words echo inside his mind, repeating and swirling around his thoughts as if he wishes to commit all of them to memory.
And for once, even though it has been so long, he realizes that he truly feels loved and wanted and desired, and the thought of it very nearly causes his head to spin. The red in his eyes has begun to fade even though he cannot see it, and in its place is another swell of emotions, different than the first.
Again he leans into her touch, but this time, there is a desperation to it that was not there before. He brushes his own lips against hers too, as if a part of him fears that he may never have the opportunity to do so again. It takes a moment for him to find his voice, but when he does, the note of pleading in it is umistakable. He must apologize, and hope and pray she does not turn away from him now. ]
Do not hate me even though I fed on you. [ She asked him to, and told him that it was all right, but the very thought of it only makes him despise himself more. ] I wish that you might forgive me for... For being who I am. Who I have become.
[ In his mind, it is a lot to ask for, and he has no right to do so, but she asked him to tell her, and now he has. ]
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How could that be for the best? I ask not to make you feel shame, but simply because it is clear that we are meant to be together and that nothing should separate us, not even things that would cause us to doubt. [ And to further illustrate that, he leans in so that he might brush his lips against her once more.
He does not pull away, even though there is a swell of emotion inside him, and not a happy sort either. Nothing shows on his face, but internally, there is a fight between two halves of himself: one side wishing only to be calm and peaceful while giving and receiving affection and the other deeply unsettled and repulsed by what he has done, even though it was done at her behest.
For the moment, the side of him that embraces being a vampire remains in control, and when she speaks, calling him her love, he leans even more into her hold and her embrace. ]
I love you, and I would have you be mine for as long as you wish to remain. [ Which, he now knows, will be forever, as she has stated she does not wish to be apart from him in this life and beyond it as well.
She goes on to speak about her own vows, and he finds that she has rendered him speechless. A vow of any sort is binding and meaningful, and while this is hardly what some would consider a binding contract, it may as well be in his mind. Her words echo inside his mind, repeating and swirling around his thoughts as if he wishes to commit all of them to memory.
And for once, even though it has been so long, he realizes that he truly feels loved and wanted and desired, and the thought of it very nearly causes his head to spin. The red in his eyes has begun to fade even though he cannot see it, and in its place is another swell of emotions, different than the first.
Again he leans into her touch, but this time, there is a desperation to it that was not there before. He brushes his own lips against hers too, as if a part of him fears that he may never have the opportunity to do so again. It takes a moment for him to find his voice, but when he does, the note of pleading in it is umistakable. He must apologize, and hope and pray she does not turn away from him now. ]
Do not hate me even though I fed on you. [ She asked him to, and told him that it was all right, but the very thought of it only makes him despise himself more. ] I wish that you might forgive me for... For being who I am. Who I have become.
[ In his mind, it is a lot to ask for, and he has no right to do so, but she asked him to tell her, and now he has. ]