Oh, that kiss - Solin savors it, holding on to it for as long as he can. He knows how hard it must be, with all the blood...and when they pull back, he takes care not to look at Herbert's fangs.
It says so much about how Herbert feels for him, how composed he is being. The vampirism has never scared Solin, not once, other than the fear of keeping his lover safe. But he knows Herbert must be thinking so poorly of himself, and he wants to give him no reason to take that further.
"It isn't fair, no. And - and I know that you would, my dear. I-"
He blinks a few times, trying to clear his vision, but it's fading. He's fighting it, fighting his hardest to stay as long as he can, trying to look serene in the face, but his hands behind Herbert's back white-knuckled, nails drawing blood from his palms.
"I don't - I don't know what comes next, but I - hhhh! - I would turn my back on heaven itself to - to remain with you...."
Somewhere from the furthest, darkest corner of the room, there is a soft sigh, the sound of wind over a graveyard. The dream walker might notice a lithe figure, leaning on the wall. Waiting.
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Date: 2022-01-19 03:15 am (UTC)It says so much about how Herbert feels for him, how composed he is being. The vampirism has never scared Solin, not once, other than the fear of keeping his lover safe. But he knows Herbert must be thinking so poorly of himself, and he wants to give him no reason to take that further.
"It isn't fair, no. And - and I know that you would, my dear. I-"
He blinks a few times, trying to clear his vision, but it's fading. He's fighting it, fighting his hardest to stay as long as he can, trying to look serene in the face, but his hands behind Herbert's back white-knuckled, nails drawing blood from his palms.
"I don't - I don't know what comes next, but I - hhhh! - I would turn my back on heaven itself to - to remain with you...."
Somewhere from the furthest, darkest corner of the room, there is a soft sigh, the sound of wind over a graveyard. The dream walker might notice a lithe figure, leaning on the wall. Waiting.