[ He is certain that his own traumas may continue to stay with him, but he is resolved to try and assist her in recovering and healing from hers. ]
I imagine those who have never been in a position such as ours would not understand, but I believe that it was done out of self-preservation. [ And fear. Of course, it was done from a place of fear.
He smiles as he takes in her reaction to his saying that his home is now theirs, a place that they both share. He can no longer imagine this house without her in it, and therefore, he would like to see tangible indicators that there is someone living here other than him. Not that he has left much of a mark upon the house, because he simply did not wish to. Even the creatures that he fed on were not kept in the house any longer than necessary, and he did his best to not leave any traces of blood behind after his feedings.
He desired to keep the house the way it had been when his family was alive, and he believes he has done as well as anyone could have. ]
There is not very much to work with, and I mean that in the best sense. My parents lived in this house, and everything is how they left it. [ But life has left this house, although it could come back now that she is here. His eyes widen slightly as he realizes the dual meaning of her words, and then he smiles, although it is a small one.
They may be engaged in conversation now, but he still allows his fingers to trace along her leg and thigh. ]
Yes... yes, how you taste. [ He falls silent for a second or two while he tries to put how he feels into words. ] I- When I feed, I taste... [ His eyes seem to flash here, and when he blinks, a tint of red is present in them. ]
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I imagine those who have never been in a position such as ours would not understand, but I believe that it was done out of self-preservation. [ And fear. Of course, it was done from a place of fear.
He smiles as he takes in her reaction to his saying that his home is now theirs, a place that they both share. He can no longer imagine this house without her in it, and therefore, he would like to see tangible indicators that there is someone living here other than him. Not that he has left much of a mark upon the house, because he simply did not wish to. Even the creatures that he fed on were not kept in the house any longer than necessary, and he did his best to not leave any traces of blood behind after his feedings.
He desired to keep the house the way it had been when his family was alive, and he believes he has done as well as anyone could have. ]
There is not very much to work with, and I mean that in the best sense. My parents lived in this house, and everything is how they left it. [ But life has left this house, although it could come back now that she is here. His eyes widen slightly as he realizes the dual meaning of her words, and then he smiles, although it is a small one.
They may be engaged in conversation now, but he still allows his fingers to trace along her leg and thigh. ]
Yes... yes, how you taste. [ He falls silent for a second or two while he tries to put how he feels into words. ] I- When I feed, I taste... [ His eyes seem to flash here, and when he blinks, a tint of red is present in them. ]
I taste love, and desire, and- I want you.