Yes, he's very French. { french white he recalls grace teasing him. which is to say it's another form of dramatique, and how far louis' blinders were up when it came to the vampire. he's not surprised that he's hearing about it. he considers it, as he taps against the tea. perhaps it's the taste hitting his senses, or that alucard has gracefully allowed him into his horizon. either way, he decides to display his honesty as if it has been earned. }
He's my maker. There's one selective detail you can have. { faint amusement overcomes the flavor and he wonders if the horizon is influencing him to open up to what it has to offer. it's a strange concept, but to taste again? there's clarity in his truth when spoken, and he takes another sip, one that will surely give him a fuller taste. then there's a slow ease of a breath that is laced with genius surprise, as if a weight as been lifted. it's almost overwhelming, but the burst of flavor lulls out am immediate reaction. }
I can taste it. Fuck. I never thought I'd be able to again. I haven't...
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He's my maker. There's one selective detail you can have. { faint amusement overcomes the flavor and he wonders if the horizon is influencing him to open up to what it has to offer. it's a strange concept, but to taste again? there's clarity in his truth when spoken, and he takes another sip, one that will surely give him a fuller taste. then there's a slow ease of a breath that is laced with genius surprise, as if a weight as been lifted. it's almost overwhelming, but the burst of flavor lulls out am immediate reaction. }
I can taste it. Fuck. I never thought I'd be able to again. I haven't...