Some of us carry a love so beautiful, it hurts (J. Greenaway)

Topic is deticated to: @Jackie Graeme
Date + Time July 24th 2020 + Around Noon
Place + Weather Ally way in Gaia + Cold and raining
Clothes: A dark grey shirt (Around 200 years old) and dark pants, with dark shoes
- Other: He is 1,96 meter talls, Daylightring and has a British accent
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Many would call him a hopeless romantic, he was a man who had loved over and over again, and yet seemed able to open his heart once again to someone new. Maybe he was a bit naive or hopeless in that way, wanting to find that someone who he could make happy, and who could make him happy. Many vampires even seemed to find him strange, as he didn't just give in to all his urges, the blood and the sex and wanting to rip the throat out of everyone. While it may be easy just to do that, just to let go of what made him human, he wanted to be able to look at himself, and in the end, it was his humanity, and want to do good, he got blood from donors, and fought for the good of others, rather than just giving into brutality. He never really turned others, unless it was the only way, just as he had done with Tatiana, as she'd been dying.
Of course, this romantic and human part of him didn't always only give him just give him good things, as he'd been in pain over and over again, first Jaice who had left him for another man, and Tatiana who was now gone. A sigh left his lip, as he moved around the books, looking for his next "victim", as he was always wanting a new book and some new poetry. He'd grown on in France, having spent most of his life there, being a part of the nobility, often known for reading poetry for those he was in love with. Though as he walked around looking for a new book, his eyes caught the view of a beautiful woman, if not the most beautiful woman, and a smile graced his lips, as he admired her. He even found his way closer to her, holding a book of french poetry in his hand and as he came to her side, the smile still seemed there on his lips "Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne, Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends. J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne. Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps." He read up, and then he looked at her. As he'd spoken french, his real accent came forth, because even though he now spoke with a more British accent, he was French by nature.

Jackie liked days like these where the rain was hitting the windows of the small book store. She had come here mostly because she needed to read up on some burlesque type performance as Baby had had a request to do such an event. However while she had lived through that period, she still wanted to be able to convey that information on to the other girls. She was standing in a more quiet section of the bookstore, looking through some books that had illustrations in them. Then she heard an alluring voice, along with a language she felt rustle something in her. It brought her back in time, making a faint shiver go down her back. "Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées," she replied in a soft yet tender whisper, covering her eyes as she turned around to face the voice. "Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit," she whispered, removing her hands from her face to look at the rather dashing vampire in front of her. "Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées," she said, stepping closer to him as she kept her eye contact. Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit," she said, her voice alluring and almost song like. "Victor Hugo, ai-je raison?" she said, smiling warmly at him. She didn't often speak french, but when she did her voice would sound almost more alluring than in her english voice. Soft and inviting, like a cold breeze on a hot summer's night.

He didn't know what to expect, as he'd read the poem for this Goddess of a woman because most people often reacted differently, but the second she started telling of the second part of the poem, which made him respect and admire her, even without knowing her. Her voice even getting more and more enchanting as she spoke in French, and he would do anything for her at this moment. How had anyone even existed before this goddess? It was like the pain of the past no longer was with him, as he admired her and didn't seem unable to get away "Oui," he said with a simple smile, and his clear eyes looking directly into her own enchanting ones.
"You know your poetry? It's quite a unique thing," he switched back to his more British accent, which could be considered interesting, given he'd spent most of his life in France, though it often changed whenever he wanted "This may be a bit forward, but you are by far the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he'd seen a lot of women throughout the last 700 years, but nothing seemed to compare to her, her grace and the fact she was able to recite the exact poetry he'd been reciting to her "May I invite you for something to drink? Unless you're busy?" he raised an eyebrow, and look at her with a curious expression.

The change of accent made her raise an eyebrow slightly, looking at him with her golden eyes, specs of blue hiding amongst the shining color. However she found him interesting. Perhaps it was just her normal siren needs, the need to lure men and women close, but it didn't feel as primal as she usually felt. He was clearly a charmer, knowing his way with words and saying things as if he himself was a hero in an epic poem. He complimented her knowledge, making her nod, doing a small courtesy in front of him, pulling out in her skirt as if it had been a big gown. "You just caught me on a good day," she said with a small chuckle regarding the poetry. She knew her poets, knew of the old ancient tales and stories that had been written down far before her own time.
His forwardness made her smile, sticking her tongue out a bit as she found it quite amusing. He knew his way with words, were charming and had great looks. Wow. The full package! But Jackie knew better than anyone that beneath a beautiful disguise could lay ruin and despair. His question made her pull a thinking expression before softening back in to her sweet smile. "If I'm truly the most beautiful woman you've ever seen ... Shouldn't you invite me on a more formal date?" she asked in a pondering tone. She was forward as well, but with a womanly wit to her every action. She knew men from her line of work, but she had never seen him around Devil's Point. She had a rule to not date clients, at least not if they grew to be possessive, however he had never been one of her customers, so he was fair game in her eyes. "Well, what will it be, handsome?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip, pushing it a bit forward.

She was forward, beautiful and seemed to have wits, so in other words, he was quite entailed by her person as a whole. The fact she didn't just say yes to what he had asked but threw his words back at him, made the corner of his mouth lift in something that could be perceived as a smirk, almost as if she had him in this very moment "Well I wouldn't cast myself as so lucky, to be able to take you for dinner," he explained, though not before adding; "But if that is to be the case." He gently held out his hand, with his long and slender fingers and the well known daylightring lingering on his ring finger, as he gently bowed down, just as if it had been the 1600s, and he gently took her hand in his own, as he kissed her knuckle, as light as had it been a feather touching her "May I invite the, for a supper?" He asked as he then looked up at her, and straightened up, almost more rank than usual as if he'd been back as a boy learning about the formalities of being in the nobility. He had tried a more modern method by asking her for a drink, but if it should be done the old fashion way, then he did not mind.

Jackie shook her head a little at his comment. Why wouldn't he think that he could have a shot at taking her out for dinner? He had been so forward with the poem reading and asking her for a drink, and now he seemed almost nervous. However as he bowed down she let him take her hand in his, his skin cold and foreign, but the small gesture of a kiss made her smile. She loved men who hadn't forgotten the old values; Well she did like to pick and choose as she was not going to be some submissive damsel, that was for sure. "I would have to agree to your proposition, my good lord," she said in almost a breathless voice, but she was very much in control of herself. He leaned back up, standing erect like a soldier ready for battle and she noticed he hadn't let go of her hand yet. Not that she minded, she just found it rather surprising. "However we seem to have a very damning problem, good sir, you see I've heard that creatures of the night, such as yourself, do not consume food," she said, pouting her lower lip slightly to make her look genuinely concerned with this. "How will we handle this situation?" she asked, still holding his hand if he hadn't let go yet.

He didn't know why he didn't let go of her hand, he could even feel the warmth from her body against the coldness of his own. Maybe it had been because he wanted to hold her hand, or maybe he'd been so taken by her person, that he hadn't noticed he was actually still holding her hand, like something in his brain just didn't want him to do it, or kept him occupied with other thoughts "Well, then my lady, we shall have a beautiful feast in honour of your grace," as he'd been with the nobility all of his life, this was like second nature for him, talking this way and not the normal and modern way, of course, this was the normality for him. This didn't mean that he thought of himself as better than others, and with the course of history, he had tried to evolve to what was in the moment, though also not in a way that crossed his own personal opinions or what went against his humanity.
He chuckled as she commented on the fact he didn't actually consume real food, or that it didn't have an effect on him, as it did on so many others "It's not a problem at all, my lady. We simply have to go to the right places," he knew this place, that served mostly supernatural beings, that had made actual food from blood, so Vampires could try the life of a normal person, rather than get the food from a blood bag or from a person.

Jackie couldn't help but smile at his words, it took her back to a time so long ago. She had never held any great titles, never been of royalty, nobility or even close to it. The siren had been born to a poor yet loving couple, growing up near the ocean on the island of Sicily. Her father had sold wine and she was helping with that, however as the Arabs ruled it was harder for production to continue. However her mother had gotten her a job with some rich Italian families, prompting one of the family's sons to take interest in her. That was how she got to learn French. He said it wouldn't prove to be a problem finding a place, making her nod, still holding his hand as he wasn't willing to let her go. Did he think he could captivate her with poems, drinks and a feast? Perhaps if she had still been that young Sicilian girl, but she was several hundred years older by now. "My only request is that it is intimate," she said with a warm smile spreading on her lips, looking down at where he held her hand. Looking back at him she popped her head to the side, her hair falling with her head, snaking along her shoulders and down to roughly her chest. "Perhaps we could dine as the Romans did? Laying on lavish blankets, drinking sweet wine and eating refined meals?" she suggested.

As she looked down at their connected hands, he let go of it as if it meant she didn't want him to touch her anymore. Even for someone having been born in a time period, where women may have been considered lower than men, he never really saw why this was the case, as it had been seen with the case of his first love jaice, whom he had treated like she'd been more than him "Intimate? I like that," he wondered if that meant she wanted it to be at his place, or her place, though it all made a lot more sense, as she explained wanting it as the Roman's did it, and he suddenly knew where they should go to.
"How about we then meet up? I'll get the food and the wine, and you shall take with you the blankets and dining?" he suggested with a raised eyebrow, he quickly took up a pen and a piece of paper, as he let down the poetry book, and then wrote down the spot of the most beautiful place in the forest, with a small lake close by and the sun hitting just the right spot. It was like taken out of a painting or a beautiful poem about love and nature "We'll meet here in an hour?" he handed her the paper and looked at her with a hint of a small smile.

He seemed to catch on pretty fast, his eyes giving off a spark that made her knew she was in good hands. His words made her nod, looking calmly at him as he wrote down what she presumed to be some sort of address. An hours time from now? She raised her eyebrow at him with a cheeky smile spreading slowly, taking the paper as she moved closer to him, leaning closer to his ear. "I'll give you thirty minutes," she whispered seductively, leaning away as she gathered her things in her arms, heading towards the door before looking over her shoulder. "Don't keep a lady waiting," she reminded him before heading out in to the streets. She knew she had to move fast as well, but moving down the street she kept herself calm and collected, not letting her inner turmoil show as she tried remembering everything in her head.
Thirty minutes had passed and Jackie now stood in the clearing looking at the lake and its soft waters. The sun was shining and she thought that perhaps this was an enchanted place, one where the weather was fixed to this nice warmth. Looking around she found a spot fitting for the blankets she had brought. She had managed to gather quite a few along with a good amount of pillows; how she got it all there without a sweat she was never going to tell him. A woman never revealed her secrets, as they said.

His eyes kept being on her, even as she stepped closer to him, and as she leaned close to his ear, he could sense everything about her, her sweet scent, her heartbeat, her blood running through veins and how she would take an intake of air every once in a while. Even as she spoke, the warmness of her breath hit his skin ever so softly, and his eyes met with hers once again "Deal," he was sure he could get everything in time, after all, he was a vampire and he knew exactly where to be "I would never do such a thing," he said with a smirk, of course, not wanting to keep a woman or lady for that matter, waiting for more than he had to.
As she left, he himself also did the same, and he quickly found the food, both for himself and then her. He got quite a bit, just to be sure about what she may like to eat, and then he got a few different kinds of wine. He quickly got to the location, which was of course, due to his speed. Now he was just waiting for her to show up, as he placed the baskets of food and wine down on the ground. Just as he had remembered, the place was as beautiful as always, and he stood in the sunlight, with the lake behind him

"My knight in shining armor," she spoke softly as she came near, walking over to him. The fun thing about this was that they didn't even know each other's name, and yet she found it that more exciting. She placed the blankets down along with the pillows before laying down, keeping herself up with an elbow pressed against one of the blankets. A small bag standing with glasses and dishes if they were to dine from plates. "Tell me, what will we be feasting on?" she asked, her skirt doing little to hide much of her legs as she laid there. She was tall, even without her heels, but none of that mattered once they were seated. If he were to sit down with her, she wouldn't shy away from moving closer to him, looking at the thing he had brought. The selection of wine alone was more than she could've asked for, but she pointed at a sweetened red wine, one that reminded her much of her time long ago. She could still remember the spice and coldness of hippocras, a wine said to soothe all of the four humors. Finding a couple of wine glasses she held them out to him for him to pour the red liquid. She took a delicate sip, smiling as she seemed to enjoy the taste before he could unpack it all.

She seemed every so graceful, as she came into the forest and to the spot, he had written down for her, and a slight smirk came to his lips, as she even called him a knight in shining armour "For you my lady, I would always want to be," they didn't know anything about each other, who knew if they were ever to meet each other again after this, but none the less they were to enjoy the moment. As the she put down the blanket, and then laid down on it, he sat down beside her and got the baskets on it "I did not know what the lady liked, so I got a bit of everything," with her almost laying beside him, it would be tempting just to look down at her long beautiful legs, though he had to admit that wouldn't be very much in his nature unless they were actually to get intimate on that level.
He opened the baskets with the different wines, a mix of red and wine, from sweet and to less sweet, and as she pointed at a buttle, he, of course, took this buttle and as she got the glasses, he poured down the wine into them. With the wine poured, he took out her food, which was some meat, fish and salat all in different dishes, and of course, some desserts if she wanted this. His own food looked a lot like normal food, expect a lot of it was red, and a very deep red. With everything out, he looked at her with a smile.

"A feast for a royal couple, I see," she remarked as he had taken everything out. She reached for a small sandwich, holding it in her hand as she smelled it, sighing as she found it fresh. Taking a bite was even better, smiling as she laid down with a large pillow supporting her back and head. Turning her head she took a sip of the wine, her eyes landing on him. "What may I call you, my knight?" she asked warmly, placing down the sandwich to move over, placing her head in his lap. Her hand moved carefully, grabbing a piece of his red food, holding it up to his lips to feed him. Although she liked anonymity, she also wanted to hear his name. Was it perhaps as sweet as his voice? Or was it more deep like the color of the wine they were drinking? Either way she wanted to hear it.
Through the years, Jackie had had many names. Some she had liked more than others, but right now she only had two; one for private and one for work. "If you want, you could call me Jackie," she said smiling at him. It wasn't the name her parents had given her, but it was one of the names through the years that sounded most like her given name.

He chuckled "I wanted to be sure, it was something you would like some of it," and he was sure her not like all of it, then he could give it to a shelter so that the food would be eaten. He didn't like the concept of throwing out food, even if he didn't actually eat most of the food he had taken to this grand feast. He was slightly surprised as she suddenly asked for his name, as he at first had thought she might want it to be more mysterious with no names "You may call me Sebastien," he said, watching as she then moved over and placed her head in his lap, and he looked down at her with a smile, and he then ate what she gave him "Jackie," he said it almost like he was tasting it "I like that, it's beautiful, quite like yourself," He got some wine, while not moving around, and then poured himself a glass, and with his free hand, he gently tried caressing her hair and his eyes admiring her while doing it. This had not quite been how he had expected this day to go, but it was a good surprise.

He complimented her, and she couldn't for the likes of her think of a time where she wanted to hear someone speak more. The way he touched her hair made her hum a little, smiling as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling. "Sebastien," she said in a soft voice, tasting his name on her tongue as if it was a sip of wine. Opening her eyes she looked at him, still smiling as she grabbed some strawberries that were just sitting there. She took a bit, chewing as she sighed. It had been a while since she had had the time to just lay around and eat fresh fruit like this, but she enjoyed it quite a bit. "So, you are still a stranger, a handsome one at that, but poetry seems to be your language," she said, taking a sip of her wine. The sweet taste tickling her tastebuds and she was not going to pass on that indulgence. "Tell me of your favorite poems ... Or perhaps of some you've written yourself?" she suggested. You could learn a lot about others just by listening to their interests; That was what most of her job revolved around after all. She took another bite of her strawberry, a bit of juice filling her lips and threatening to make an escape down her chin.

While she laid there on his lap, his gaze was at her, while he once in a while, he would look away, but only to take something to eat, and then not so long after his clear blue eyes would admire her once again. This was a very interesting thing, they didn't know each other, and they had not even had a long conversation, before then deciding to go for dinner and it wasn't just a normal dinner, it was a very intimate one. As she spoke of him, he would find some wine, of course, blood wine, and pour it while she was still talking. But then the big question came "I don't think I have any favourite poems, I've lived for as long as I have, and I've met so many extraordinary poets, all wanting to have their voice heard," it was always hard for him to pinpoint poems he liked more than others because there was always gonna be part that made them beautiful in their own way.
"Though I have not written officially pieces, I've had some but it was mostly just notes from when I was human, young and in love with the idea of what love was." His gaze went down to her lips, as the juice from the strawberry went down her lips and chin. Gently he removed it with his thump, letting it grace her lower lip and then sucked the juice away from his thump "But what about yourself, such beauty that the Gods themself would feel threatened, should have many men and women reciting poetry for your affections?" compliments were one thing, but for someone to speak their heart and recite poetry, may have been the ways of the old days, but it was still beautiful.

Did anything come as close to perfection as the scenery surrounded them with a calming breeze? The sun above warm, but not scorching as she laid with her head in his lap. The moment he had read the poem to her in the book store, she just knew that he bore a deep love for the romantics. She was rather comfortable, even if he were a stranger, still it felt like she knew his old soul. She had felt that presence rarely, so when the opportunity had shown itself, who was she to deny her innermost fantasies? She nodded at his reply, but she did find it a little disappointing. Had he not found a small passage or even a brief line that he kept near his heart?
Her attention however was not lost, and as he spoke of his time as a human, she felt a piece of sadness stir behind his eyes. Had he been forced to change or had he taken it willingly? As he reached down, wiping her lip clean, her lips separated carefully. His scent alone was driving her in, but she wanted to keep this civil, though she could not deny that the intimacy was intoxicating enough on its own. Watching his thumb carefully as he sucked it clean, for a while she fantasied what his lips might feel like. Would they be as cold as his skin and as smooth as marble? Smiling as he returned his question she shrugged lightly. "I'm a sucker for any man who reads me poetry, but if there was one man who knew how to seduce a woman it was an old friend of mine," she said softly, speaking gently as if she was trying to keep this a secret. She sat up, her face close to his, watching his features. Her hand gracing his jaw ever so slightly, her breath caressing his skin. "Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind," she whispered ever so carefully, almost lulling him closer. "Nor hath Love’s mind of any judgment taste - Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste," she continued, reciting one of the poems she had loved so much as she had come to England so long ago. "And therefore is Love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguiled," she finished, leaning in to kiss his jaw in a sweet kiss.

His gaze followed her as she sat up, feeling her presence even more now that she was this close, with her fingers so tenderly against the skin of his jaws. His mind may have been saved from any mental abilities, but at this moment he was hers, as she spoke so beautifully while reciting the poem. He even sat down the vine, as his hand then laid itself softly against her neck, with his thump caresses her jaw. Not for a moment did his eyes leave hers, and as she finished the poem by kissing his jaw, he allowed himself to close his eyes for that moment, even if it was brief. With his eyes closed, everything about her seemed far more powerful, the smell of her perfume mixed with her own natural scent, which alone could drive him mad with affections. The purity of her blood, like her heart, pumped it around her veins, filling her with life, just as the air came to her lungs, allowing her to life until the next breath of life.
His eyes opened again, looking into the beauty that was her, an enchanting beauty that seemed neverending and always expanding, as he found new things about her that pulled him in "Life is a flower, of which love is the honey," he started, still with his cold hand lingering against the middle of her neck "It’s the dove and the eagle united in the sky," he leaned closer to his face, though with a lack of breathing, it was only her warm breath he could feel against his own skin, giving him a feeling of being giving life in some way "Its grace trembling at insistent force, It’s your hand sweetly forgotten in mine." He wanted to kiss her, wanted to feel her as closely as he could, even now with his nose gently caressing her own, and his hand lingering against her skin, he felt pulled towards her, by her scent, by her blood, by her beauty and by the enchantment of her voice. And then just as he had wanted, he gently kissed her lips, though the kiss did not last long before he broke it "I feel you like the enchantments of the sea, calling me to your arms and I do not know if that is with good intentions," he hadn't moved away from her, as his face was still very much close to hers, and his eyes seemed unable to move away from the beauty that was her eyes.

The way he seemed to give in, how he touched her gently but not in a vulgar way. He was taking in her being and in return she wanted all of his. Jackie lived by her heart and she did what she felt was right in the moment; And having this vampire close was as important as water at this point. The way his cold fingers tickled her neck and jaw, gods willing she would do anything to keep his touch forever. Even if this was build on fantasy, not even she could deny the chemistry between them. She hadn't felt like this for so long, feeling her whole being drawn to another, like he was a kindred soul. Forged from the same flames as her own bore, firing her inner being as he was doing no more than touching her sweetly. He spoke, making her smile, his words ever sweet and as he leaned closer she didn't lean away.
Finally he seemed to give in, his lips gracing her own in a tender dance that sadly didn't last as long as she wanted. If she could have it her way, he would be kissing her more, running his hand down her body to pull her closer. "I cannot promise not to hurt you," she replied to his admittance of being insecure of where this could lead. Surely she could just as well be in this to hunt him down like prey and leave him lifeless once she was done, but she didn't want that. "But I can promise you that this won't be the only time we meet, my knight," she whispered, a faint smile spreading on her lips, booping her nose against his in a playful manner. "Now tell me, did my lips taste of wine or strawberry?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, clearly hinting at him to take another test to be sure of his answer.

"One can never touch love without also touching the sun," he pointed at as he looked at her, with her being very much like the sun itself, beautiful and ever to seductive, and he wanted more even if it was probably not good for him. Her skin was also warm to the touch, and never before had he tasted to tempting lips, and it was not only her physical appearance that was enchanting, as she herself in person appeared more and more amazing. So how could he not be ensnared by her? After all, she was poetic and the sound of her voice alone was enough for him to want her over and over again.
"If I shall get to meet you once again, then pain and sorrow shall not be enough to hold me away from you," a faint chuckle left his lips, as she booped her nose against his, she was rather cute and he knew if he'd met her as a human, he would probably have wanted to court her the moment they had laid eyes with each other "Your lips were as enchanting as your voice, and I cannot only taste once," her lips had indeed tasted of the wine and strawberries. Without saying much more he kissed her, this time longer than before and maybe even more passionate, like a man starving the for sun "Mhh I am not sure whether it's wine or strawberries, maybe I should check again," he had a grin on his lips, as he once again captures her lips in a soft kiss.

"So you will be my Icarus?" She whispered softly, feeling her heart beat ever faster. He sure was Icarus, flying his wings too close to the heating sun above. Only catch was that she would be ready to catch him before falling to his death in the sea below. No, she could not allow her Icarus to be hurt, her knight and kindred soul. He spoke positively about seeing her again, making a warm feeling spread through her body.
Her tease seemed to have worked as he kissed her, however it seemed very different. His hold warned her that deeper feelings could grow in this moment, feelings that could ruin them both if there didn't thread lightly. He pulled away, a grin on his face as he used his boyish charm to excuse another kiss to commence. This time the siren didn't hold back, her hand moving from his jaw and entangled itself with his dark locks of hair. Her heart beating to a steady rhythm, like sweet music. Her lips busy dancing with his, pushing him backwards on to the blanket covered ground. She broke the kiss, giggling as she let her other hand run over his chest. "My fair knight... You seem to have captured me," she whispered, looking at him from under her long lashes.

One thing was that she had an effect on him, but he could sense his presence also had one on her, as her heartbeat was a lot faster than what it had been when they first arrived at this place. Though her hands seemed like magic, as they moved from his jaw to then be entangled in his hair, and he then tried moving his hand a bit down, letting it caress her arm, probably leaving a trail of a cold feeling where ever he touched. His eyes were closed, even as she then pushed him down on his back against the blanket, and they were closed even as the kiss broke, but then only for a moment, before he opened them to look op at her. He removed his hand from her arm, and then gently slid some of her hair behind her ear "I would rather say, it would be much more the other way, and your lips have enchanted me, your eyes caught me and the sound of your voiced lulled me towards you," he laid his hand against her cheek, and with his thumb, he caressed the skin softly.

Jackie chuckled lightly, laying here so close to him. He was cold, but it wasn't too bad, at least not with the sun above heating her up, as well as the blood that pumped rapidly through her body. His touch felt more like a soft breeze cooling her down, but at the same time it seemed to awaken her innermost desires. He moved some of her hair behind her ear, smiling as he told how she had instead insnared him. How she was the one holding him hostage with how alluring she was. Closing her eyes as he caressed her cheek, she took a second to take in his scent. It was of course what you would expect of a natural predator; Luring and a little dangerous, but also warm. Warm in the sense of the way that she felt safe. Now perhaps that was just how things worked with vampires, but she had never felt this drawn to another one of his race. "Is all of this just pretend?" she whispered, turning her head towards his palm, kissing his fingers one by one. "Are we fooling ourselves?" she whispered, opening her eyes to look at him. Although her words could sound sad, she was smiling at him, still not straying from his touch. "And for how long do you think we can keep doing it?" she finally asked. To her love had faded so many years ago, she had stopped believing it would happen and would rather spend her time pretending. Pretending that love was real, pretending that her heart was beating because of that feeling of belonging, not because of the longing she felt to feel.

His gaze looked at her, admired her and wondered what she was thinking, he found himself curious of her and wanting to know more of her and her person "Maybe, I don't know," he wasn't sure what she meant, though he did not move away, and just keeps laying half down, and half lifted by his elbow, still with his hand against her cheek. As he looked upon her beauty, his gaze was soft and kind, though sometimes he would look down to her lips, wanting to touch them yet again, and then maybe some more. He wanted to taste the rest of her body, sure of it being soft and sweet on his lips.
Though as she kissed his fingers, and he watched her as she asked more questions "I think for as long as one can take it," he leaned up closer to her, though instead of kissing her lips, he moved to her neck instead, kissing it softly "But do you want me to stop?" he asked as a whisper in her ear, going back to kissing her soft and long neck, being able to smell her beautiful and alluring scent, making him want her so much more than before.