Laszlo flushed with shame, with blood not his own and he shifted in his seat, eyes still cast downward.
“I’m sorry, Nandor…” Near impossible words to drag from the younger vampire and yet here he was, words uttered into the tense air. And he was younger, by many centuries—
as much as nandor didn't want to ruin such an intimate moment between them, hearing laszlo ask such a question just causes immediate irritation to rise up inside him.
after everything that happened when he wanted to super slumber? how all of them seemed to only give a shit +
—the youngest of the house in fact (he believed Colin to be far older than he said) and perhaps he hadn’t yet been able to understand how the novelty of such a life could wear off.
“Do you…still feel that way? Helpless, I mean.”
Their family that they had created here—