Hangeng stared at the other for a long moment trying to determine if he was a threat. “I will amend my findings to be more accurate if or when I ever see him unclothed. As it stands I’ve only got an estimate on his size. Unless you can provide exact measurements of the waist and height.”

My dearest love,

I have not a soul or a heart to be warmed by your letter, but receiving words from you does sooth me as if they were spoken to my ear. I too long to hear your voice as so much land now sits between us and I feel that distance as a gaping expanse within my chest. 

I long for nights spent by your side, the searing touch of your skin, and the raising of your hairs from my own icy embrace. It is indeed a cruel fate that would have us connect as we did, only to rip us apart by distance and longing. 

It pleases me to hear you are doing well, your family and Rex also. My congratulations to your son, perhaps I too could have a few lessons to bestow upon him, when I return. There is much knowledge to impart upon the young, though they often tire of hearing it. Perhaps instead he would like to try his skills against a vampire, who I am sure he must be able to hold his own against. 

The Holy Land has changed much since my own previous visit. Angry politics and conflict ruin the atmosphere that I once found calming. My love, I do not like it here; I hope soon that Yongguk’s business will be completed so that we might return. I miss the autumn; it must be getting cold there - please be sure to keep yourself warm. Stow that heat for my return.

Don continues to learn much. It is bitter sweet in a way - I am so proud to see him grow, his strength and speed are impressive. Yet I know with each skill he conquers his need for me lessens. Perhaps this is the pain of a parent  

I will write again soon, dear Regulus, however until we are able to meet again I enclose a gift for you. I am informed the likeness is uncanny.

My waking thoughts are forever with you.

Yours earnestly,

René

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

However what worries him is a plethora of issues. Would the man even understand what the giving of the book, that is beyond the price of the whole building in monetary value, but much more to René, actually means. That and that he’s lending it, but that he trusts Regulus to have it and enjoy it, as he has. That René’s books symbolise a part of himself… or would he just think it strange and an uninteresting book. All he has to go by are Don and Yongguk, and though René tries to engage them in discussion about topics or times he is researching, they just find him a bore…

He is far too anxious and self conscious… it does not sit well with him.

Finally he arrives at the man’s front door, having decided to take the plunge, and reaches out to knock. Of course in true monster style Regulus is quick to answer, having already known he was on his way down the corridor perhaps, and the vampire quickly thrusts the book at him. Of course it is not how he had planned it and run through it in his mind. Seeing the tall blockade of a man stood there in the doorway had made him bottle his confidence. “Here… for you. If you would like it, on loan-” he quickly butts that in and instantly grimaces at how it sounds. “Unless… you cannot read or something-” insults, he is becoming predictable in his efforts of self protection. His eyes glance away as he waves a hand, as if it where nothing.

By now, Rene’s scent radiated off every inch of Regulus’ loft. Though, lately, it had grown faint; Rene had been away for quite a long time. So, when the vampire neared the door, Regulus caught his trail within an instant. He watched the door curiously, half expecting the male to enter with as little as a single knock. But, then, nothing happened. Regulus shook his head -- he must be imagining things. Damn, he really had it bad; he needed to be more careful.  His form lay back down to catch the sleep he had so desperately needed. He was just beginning to drift off when knuckle wrapped at the door. The male sat straight up, knowing all too well of that returned scent. He pushed himself up, and he wandered over toward the door, not rushing, nor walking at his slowest pace either.  Sure enough, a familiar face did stare up at him as the wooden slab was swung away. Lashes flutter at the object shoved at him. As his brain caught up, he reached out to receive the manuscript. His palms slowly brushed over the cover as he surveyed the golden-rimmed pages. He remembered very well how the vampire had reacted when Don had injured one of Rene’s books. These bound collection of papers were the vampire’s life, he knew that very well. Regulus appeared stunned for a moment as he cautiously plucked the cover over to the side. This language, he recognized it, but his literary skills in English were somewhat rusty. This was the perfect time to refresh his mind... for Rene’s sake. This could be another excuse to get to know the vampire better.  Rene’s jab was ignored, and before the male could spew anymore nonsense, Regulus dipped forward to press his lips against the vampire’s cold, scarlet tiers. Their flesh melded together in the gentlest of exchanges, and then he drew away. The male wandered back inside, not bothering to shut the door behind him so that Rene could follow if he wished. That should shut him up for a moment, as well as convey his appreciation.”