“I miss you, Ethan.” It was nearly sunset, and the room was quiet less for the dripping sound in the sink located in the corner of the room where they rested together. His body and hair had been cleaned of blood and drying matter. She had worked for hours to remove the soaked-in bloodstains on his hands and fingernails. Now, she simply sat and watched him rest. He did not look especially restful nor did he give any indication that he was aware of her nearness. She thought of the previous summer nights that she had watched over him while he rested for several weeks without waking. He called it ‘torpor’ and asked her to watch over him while he rested by it was so that he could endure.
She remembered him resting then. He was dressed in armor and looked so pristine that he seemed to look more like a museum relic. Daily, she checked in on him and ensured that he was safe. While brushing his hair and wiping dust off his skin, she had much opportunity to simply observe him. From that time, she had often wondered if he could sense her nearness. For hours, she practiced her reading skills. Brit’s lips would move slowly as she deciphered words silently before reading them out loud to him.
By the first month, curiosity won out and she moved his lips to observe his fangs. At that time, she found purpose in caring for him and ensuring he was safe. At that time, he was simply her friend who had asked for a favor and then rewarded the favor by his silent patience to her curiosities. With a small smile, she glanced to his eyes and mischievously peeked at his fangs. The smile faded while she drug her fingers lightly over his cheek and realized that, tonight, he was not going to wake like he did before.
Before, she had pulled a dagger from his chest and he bound forward. He drained three orbs filled with crimson vitae before seeing her. Before he rested, he had told her not to remain when the dagger was removed, but she stayed anyway. Seeing her, he turned from her saying, “Go..you are not safe here.” But she did not go nor did she feel frightened. And though she had been fearful of the concept of being bitten, she offered her wrist to him and he had accepted. The others who had come to find her and were near seemed very far away at that moment. Brit wondered why she had never thought of it before.
She continued to play with his hair and remembered how he looked to her when he woke from torpor. Wild and unfocused. Much like he looked now, only there are no crimson orbs to help him be calm again. Missing her pretty pale man, Brit felt weary and slipped to the sink to wash her face. Turning to grab a towel, she touched him standing near and now awake. He silently gave her the triad of kisses. Soft and quiet. Though there were no words, he sat holding her and he did not leave. She felt encouraged and decided to give him more time before she sought Gweneth in hopes that his chylder would know how to help. His silence seemed calmer tonight, and he stayed near. Though she did not know if he really heard her, she optimistically whispered, “I miss you, Ethan.”
She remembered him resting then. He was dressed in armor and looked so pristine that he seemed to look more like a museum relic. Daily, she checked in on him and ensured that he was safe. While brushing his hair and wiping dust off his skin, she had much opportunity to simply observe him. From that time, she had often wondered if he could sense her nearness. For hours, she practiced her reading skills. Brit’s lips would move slowly as she deciphered words silently before reading them out loud to him.
By the first month, curiosity won out and she moved his lips to observe his fangs. At that time, she found purpose in caring for him and ensuring he was safe. At that time, he was simply her friend who had asked for a favor and then rewarded the favor by his silent patience to her curiosities. With a small smile, she glanced to his eyes and mischievously peeked at his fangs. The smile faded while she drug her fingers lightly over his cheek and realized that, tonight, he was not going to wake like he did before.
Before, she had pulled a dagger from his chest and he bound forward. He drained three orbs filled with crimson vitae before seeing her. Before he rested, he had told her not to remain when the dagger was removed, but she stayed anyway. Seeing her, he turned from her saying, “Go..you are not safe here.” But she did not go nor did she feel frightened. And though she had been fearful of the concept of being bitten, she offered her wrist to him and he had accepted. The others who had come to find her and were near seemed very far away at that moment. Brit wondered why she had never thought of it before.
She continued to play with his hair and remembered how he looked to her when he woke from torpor. Wild and unfocused. Much like he looked now, only there are no crimson orbs to help him be calm again. Missing her pretty pale man, Brit felt weary and slipped to the sink to wash her face. Turning to grab a towel, she touched him standing near and now awake. He silently gave her the triad of kisses. Soft and quiet. Though there were no words, he sat holding her and he did not leave. She felt encouraged and decided to give him more time before she sought Gweneth in hopes that his chylder would know how to help. His silence seemed calmer tonight, and he stayed near. Though she did not know if he really heard her, she optimistically whispered, “I miss you, Ethan.”
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