Count Vronsky

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Alexei smiled wide after catching his breath. He straightened his military uniform then did a formal bow. “I have missed you.” He took Andrei’s hand, and kissed the back of it.

Following their gestures with the ethereal darkness of his eyes, he admired the celestial radiance of Alexei’s. Truly captivated, he was. Armand briefly entertained the idea of stealing them. “Do I suit your thoughts so much more than your dalliances with maidens?”

Alexei looked into Andrei’s hypnotic eyes. He would gladly succumb to this beauty. Throw away every Earthly good if Andrei so wished. He drowned in the other’s presence, wanting nothing more to please. “I do think of you. None of them compares to you. They are hags when your face comes into mind.” He gently trailed a finder down Andrei’s cheek.

Armand heard the sweet declarations on his beloved count’s mind. Oh, you don’t know the danger. So, terribly he wanted to embrace Alexei, fiercely devour them in his love. His eyes slid, half lidded, the gentle tench sending delicious curls down his spine. “Will you walk with me?” Holding out his hand a little".

"It will be honor to walk with you." Alexei took Andrei's hand. He tucked it in the crook of his arm. "Where are we headed? Or is it a surprise?" There's a hint of heat in his blue eyes. A smirk curled his lips.

Alexei smiled wide after catching his breath. He straightened his military uniform then did a formal bow. “I have missed you.” He took Andrei’s hand, and kissed the back of it.

Following their gestures with the ethereal darkness of his eyes, he admired the celestial radiance of Alexei’s. Truly captivated, he was. Armand briefly entertained the idea of stealing them. “Do I suit your thoughts so much more than your dalliances with maidens?”

Alexei looked into Andrei's hypnotic eyes. He would gladly succumb to this beauty. Throw away every Earthly good if Andrei so wished. He drowned in the other's presence, wanting nothing more to please. "I do think of you. None of them compares to you. They are hags when your face comes into mind." He gently trailed a finder down Andrei's cheek.

Alexei smiled wide after catching his breath. He straightened his military uniform then did a formal bow. "I have missed you." He took Andrei's hand, and kissed the back of it.

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“It is,” he answered with a small smile of his own. “May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?”

Armand chuckled, it was light hearted, yet the immortal’s eyes held a chill, “what would a grand noble as yourself do with my name?” A note of playful curiosity in his tone.

The Count watched with a steady gaze. His smile never wavering even when staring into those cool eyes. So many in his society have the same look. The cold wasteland they call home seep into their very hearts. “So I may remember it. When you haunt my dreams I want a name to whisper into the night.” Where the other’s eyes are cold, his own are warm from genuine courtesy and interest.

“My name is….Andrei”. He’d paused, unsure why he’d given that name. A dead boy’s name. Just as well, he supposed. Soon, surely it would not matter. He did not plan to stay long. They would forget him soon after that. 

“Andrei. What a beautiful name.” Aleksey took the young man’s hand then gracefully bowed over it. A delicate kiss placed on the back of Andrei’s smaller hand. “Count Aleksey Vronsky at your service.” Blue yes raised to look into amber. “Will you do me the honor of joining me for dinner. I cannot find myself to let you go just yet.” 

The coldness of the dark eyes measured their every slow mortal movement as they bowed down to grace his hand with the warmth of those mortal lips. It was like a strike from the heavens that woke him now as he suddenly felt enrapt and altogether ashamed of the chill that surely stained his flesh. However, remembering where he was, he calmed. Russia; the beauteous eternal winter. The lack of warmth, he assumed would go unnoticed for now. There then at the melodic sound and connection, came an unbeckoned and subtle glow to his cheeks, whether they saw it, he felt it. Armand smiled, a little too cruelly, he was certain and nodded. “You flatter me, count. For one night, I suppose I can spare you a little torture”.

The cool skin of Andrei’s hand is a welcome change against his lips is a welcome change. So many times Aleksey has kissed the back of lady’s hands, which are covered in wool or silk or a scratchy material. It is amazing watching this beauty become more alive under his gaze. The faint warmth in his cheeks. Hypnotizing eyes. Soft curls of a rich red color. A walking dream. “Thank you, Andrei. Your presence will be an honor. Definitely not a torture!” Aleksey placed another kiss on the back of Andrei’s hand. “Shall we go now?” 

“It is,” he answered with a small smile of his own. “May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?”

Armand chuckled, it was light hearted, yet the immortal’s eyes held a chill, “what would a grand noble as yourself do with my name?” A note of playful curiosity in his tone.

The Count watched with a steady gaze. His smile never wavering even when staring into those cool eyes. So many in his society have the same look. The cold wasteland they call home seep into their very hearts. “So I may remember it. When you haunt my dreams I want a name to whisper into the night.” Where the other’s eyes are cold, his own are warm from genuine courtesy and interest.

Armand “My name is….Andrei”. He’d paused, unsure why he’d given that name. A dead boy’s name. Ah, just as well, he supposed. Soon, surely it would not matter. He did not plan to stay long. They would forget him soon after that. 

“Andrei. What a beautiful name.” Aleksey took the young man’s hand then gracefully bowed over it. A delicate kiss placed on the back of Andrei’s smaller hand. “Count Aleksey Vronsky at your service.” Blue yes raised to look into amber. “Will you do me the honor of joining me for dinner. I cannot find myself to let you go just yet.” 

“It is,” he answered with a small smile of his own. “May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?”

Armand chuckled, it was light hearted, yet the immortal’s eyes held a chill, “what would a grand noble as yourself do with my name?” A note of playful curiosity in his tone.

The Count watched with a steady gaze. His smile never wavering even when staring into those cool eyes. So many in his society have the same look. The cold wasteland they call home seep into their very hearts. “So I may remember it. When you haunt my dreams I want a name to whisper into the night.” Where the other’s eyes are cold, his own are warm from genuine courtesy and interest.

"It is," he answered with a small smile of his own. "May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"