what a torrent of words he offers, every stray thought given form and voice without restraint. it is an unexpectedly compelling subject to hear from someone like them — perhaps that explains the weariness etched into their features, the &.
⠀
⠀
⠀“ hmmm ... ” guess the cat's out of the bag now. they pause to think for a bit still, trying to gather the words and thoughts properly. “ traveling's pretty nice. never got to do it much when i was a kid. but &&
⠀
⠀
hollow look of one long deprived of rest.
“and have you?” the vampire inquires, his voice roughened, fraying at the edges the longer he lingers in his hunger, a living pulse seated so temptingly across from him.
“hm… going outside can be pleasant, i suppose,” he muses lightly, voice threaded with quiet thought. “though i find myself more attuned to the hours when the world softens — i am rarely seen beneath the sun.”
⠀
⠀
⠀“ i mean– staying in is nice, for sure! it's good to get some rest. but i also miss going outside. there's so much stuff to see and write down that if i stay inside for too long i get antsy. ”
⠀especially because &&
⠀
⠀
there is something almost spectral in the way he says it, as though he belongs more to shadow than light — a presence that lingers where things grow quiet, watchful and patient.
his gaze returns to them, curious now, though the calm &.
“hm,” he hums softly, gaze idly following the path of rainwater as it trails along the curve of their face — slipping past cheek and jaw, lingering at the delicate hollow of the neck where a pulse quietly rests beneath skin.
⠀
⠀
⠀&& the table ─┈ a small attempt to fill the silence but not too disruptively.
⠀“ like, a rainy day or two is fine, i can rest a bit at home, but when it starts feeling too long i get a little antsy about it. ”
⠀
⠀
his eyes linger there for a moment too long, something unreadable flickering beneath the calm surface.
“that is true,” he murmurs at last, tone light, almost absent of the thought that had just passed.