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— ❝ Naturally gentle in the manner that he is, he despises to see even the slightest trace of displeasure upon her features. It has him sighing, gently rubbing along the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He is not very good in these situations, however does what he has seen others do, it seems to be the most proper thing, perhaps? He reaches out for her, firstly to wrap his arms around her back in a comforting hug, allowing lips to ghost over her forehead prior to him pulling back and meeting her gaze. “It’s only two weeks, princess, and I’ll be back in one piece. I can’t decline when it’s official family business, as my name still holds quite some status. My presence is demanded.” He explains, offering a small smile for her. “Behave while I’m gone, will you? I’d hate to hear about you getting in trouble.”

—❝ “Of course I do, how could I think you aren’t? And if you are a monster, I am equally so.” He states calmly, the chuckle following his words quite soft. He is amazed by her childlike curiosity, perhaps because it is something he cannot identify himself with. It is a foreign little thing to him after all. “But we are not monsters, dear. Our hunger may be a dangerous thing to the mortals that roam this earth and their numbers may exceed ours, but please remember that we are both stronger and have more grace than they will ever have. For whatever purpose, we exist as well. Vampirism is more of a gift than a curse, and embracing it is the best thing to do, no?”

— ❝ “Well, aren’t you precious,” the smile that spreads across his lips is warn as he speaks, eyelids slanting just a tiny bit before he chuckles. “I am never far away, dear, and that is one thing to always keep in mind,” a brief pause and then he continues, “I am well these days and I do hope the same for you.”

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— ❝ “I am not sure I can agree with that, Tristan. But merci beaucoup.”  Hues of green are quite intense as they linger by the other immortal, observing as he sets the flower crown to rest upon his head. The sight is quite special to him, and he can’t help the curl of his lips, “ç'est beau,” his words are a mere hum, head lowering. “Don’t thank me when there’s nothing to thank me for.”

He is still awake when Luhan whispers his name, eyes blinking open slowly as he turns his head. His brows furrow at the question, lips twisting into a frown for a sliver of a second. “Why do you ask me something so obvious?” He mumbles, inching closer to the younger male with a sigh. “Of course I still love you. I’m still here, am I not?”