As tagged by @necrophagic <3 Tagging: @lustbitten / @starburdened / @nvrcmplt / @katsubou

                  ———HE’D BEEN GO FAR LONGER THAN ANTICIPATED. farewells had been exchanged in their own little way, the man teaching the basics of sign in what forms he knew. he hoped the being could forgive him. door open, he feels the gentle caress of darkness surrounding him, a touch he’d deprived himself of over many months.

shutting the door behind him, the man hugged nichts with the tenderness he’d been saving for this very moment. it was sad to think how lonely the being must have been. the man would make up for lost time, he promised that much.

❝ i’m home… ❞

                         ———THERE WAS SOMETHING STRANGE ABOUT AN IMMORTAL HEART SKIPPING A BEAT. he’d been good to himself in the century he’d been living, good to his body and mind. never quick to love a dying man, he’d picked few partners. even so, the kiss flushed freckled cheeks. the man consulted his instincts, obeying only feeling when he decided to kiss back. he’d never considered himself intimate, not even during sex.

     ❝ … been waiting to do that? ❞ he breaks only to breathe, lashes fluttering like he just woken from the deepest sleep. he can’t say he’s upset, and for a second, he wonders if he’s happy. happy, because he leans in for another, this time with tongue.

                 ———WHAT WAS THIS BASTARD SPEWING NOW? breathing through his nose, the man gripped his rotting forearm, a violent look in his eyes. he’d played a dangerous game involving himself in matters concerning the mafia ; passione had its hands in every aspect of life within the country, even stretching its web past the border. kaufman would’ve been a fool to think no one had caught on to his snooping. did they know he had a stand?

twisting the moldy flesh, the man began to climb the steps upward towards his opponent. without warning, his skin ignited under high heat, burning in excruciating agony. still, the white flame ate away at the growth, but not before reconstructing tissue.

         ❝ true, but there’s no glory without a fight… ❞ 

    ❝ trust me, he didn’t deserve to breathe. ❞

the man’s palate was simple yet refined, diet consisting of only fresh ingredients. as he roamed the aisles, the man reached to grab a bag of greens when his hand brushed a fellow shopper’s.

    ❝ ah — sorry about that… ❞ he said before grabbing the bag they both reached for.

it is but a mere game  ,  ‘least one with words .  of course he hadn’t thought about them every day  ,  but they had crossed his mind at least more than twice during their absence .  he does not expect touch  ,  nor words regarding him being on their mind .  it surprises him in all truth  &&  breath hitches in his throat for but a moment when lips graze the back of his hand .  he can feel his blood creeping to the surface of his skin to turn it red .  “ y’ . . y’ did ?  really ? ”

                    ———HE’D NEVER CONSIDERED IF VAMPIRES COULD BLUSH. nodding, the man carefully lowered the other’s hand from his lips. a smile lingered there, faint but present. he leaned in, hushed voice against his companions ear.