● ● ● ▌➘ ♠▐ ◖ "Exhausted." Came Kristof's response as swaying legs crossed at the ankles ; the methuselah reclining back with hands propped onto the bed for support, "Errands errands errands~."

      ● ● ● ▌➘ ♠▐ ◖ "I don't think I even really need to answer that," a low chuckle and he peered over towards Kana ; shifting a bit to make space for her, "long time no see."

      ● ● ● ▌➘ ♠▐ ◖ Those words made his heart flutter, because it was praise given to him by the one he adorned so very much ( that perhaps it was this very adoration that made him ignorant towards the illusion ). A part of him would always be blind to everything but the Marquis and the methuselah knew that it was such an unhealthy was to live. But he was the light at the end of the otherwise dark and damp tunnel. For he kept him when his parents had died alongside Maria ; had shown him affection when others shrunk away at the mere mention of 'methuselah'. Swallowing a breathe of air, the methuselah took hold of the imposter's extravagant clothing, tugging him down almost carefully. 'But you can.' He wanted to say, 'You can be selfish. God knows I have.' Yet those words don't escape him as he instead braves through and instead presses his lips against the other's own in a gentle but lingering kiss -- without slowly with owlish eyes peering up at the other ; hoping no boundary had been crossed.

    ➤➤ ☠. ⇢ “Indeed.” Dmitri isn’t all that good with emotions himself, in fact he has rarely ever had to deal with them— especially these kind of emotions. It was utterly disgusting. “And by burdening them, we burden ourselves,” he continued, his little façade never wavering. “What was once said can’t be unsaid. Rather than losing control, we’ll try to pretend we never felt such a thing in the first place.”

                   "You do not mind do you~?" That quickened pulse of the other had the fledgling’s mouth watering with the desire of having a taste. He hummed softy while a hand rose to hook about on fine fabric that covered a bite-able neck; pushing it down to expose moon-kissed skin. Thian even placed a few feather-light kisses upon the desired area which he wished to allow immature fangs to sink into.

      ● ● ● ▌➘ ♠▐ ◖ The methuselah's breathe hitches in his throat as his mind flashes to images which had been dulled and blurred and distorted all for the sake of him trying not to remember the close encounter with death. He tries to steady himself but already he feels lips upon newly-exposed flesh, panic spiking although in a way which he almost foolishly repressed. This one couldn't be what that Priest was, right? " -- ... I don't think my blood would taste good." Especially with the bacillus swimming about with the red blood cells. 

    ➤➤ ☠. ⇢ “It’s troubling me,” he confirmed, lashes fluttering down. How strange— playing this role turned out to be both easier and harder than he had expected. “However, it’s often the most troubling feelings we tend to hide from those around us. Why do you think that is?”

      ● ● ● ▌➘ ♠▐ ◖ "Because we think it'll be a burden to those around us?" Kristof isn't good with emotions, never was, but he'd be damned if he didn't try to understand things for the ( impersonator ) Marquis before him. Wetting his bottom lip, the boy drew nearer, head canting to the side in a subtle manner. "My Lord?"

      ● ● ● ▌➘ ♠▐ ◖ "No prob----" -- it's going ; it's gone -- " ---- lem." If he knew how much of a bottomless pit this one was he would've bought two.         "And well enough -- working my as----- butt off." Was it a rule that you can't swear around those of the Church? He couldn't remember - not that he liked the Church much anyway.