[ He regards Louis for an extended silence. If he's to be truthful, this is more thought than he prefers to grant to a vampire's feasting habits.
Though perhaps Louis' declaration is not unexpected. Ikorr is the same. Blood wines made of something other than human. They live in relative peace with the human kingdoms. A species can only manage that by adapting.
Always the humans who take over, isn't it? No matter the sphere.
He makes a soft huff. Neither confirms nor denies what his past year alone looked like. (A fucking headache, summed up.) ]
Believe it or not, I used to have my own dull seasons.
[ Years where he'd take his horse, find a contract, get paid, move onto the next town. Does he miss it? Hard to say. He likes what he has now. He likes the people who have entered his life despite himself. But he'd be lying if he said they didn't come without troubles. ]
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Though perhaps Louis' declaration is not unexpected. Ikorr is the same. Blood wines made of something other than human. They live in relative peace with the human kingdoms. A species can only manage that by adapting.
Always the humans who take over, isn't it? No matter the sphere.
He makes a soft huff. Neither confirms nor denies what his past year alone looked like. (A fucking headache, summed up.) ]
Believe it or not, I used to have my own dull seasons.
[ Years where he'd take his horse, find a contract, get paid, move onto the next town. Does he miss it? Hard to say. He likes what he has now. He likes the people who have entered his life despite himself. But he'd be lying if he said they didn't come without troubles. ]