#sirenblushed

“that’s not . . . that’s not a fair question, faren.”

he knew that grief hits those . . . of his affliction harder. vampires, for all their strength and speed, have one great flaw: emotions. media likes to portray them as cold and cruel creatures, and some seemed that way, truly. but watching helen’s ups and downs over seven-hundred years told him a truth the oldest vampires were loath to admit. now, looking upon the siren that he had, if he was being honest with himself, grown to love, who he had practically seen die and not heard from for how long . . . his grief had stooped to hallucinations. “oh god,” he whimpered, though he had not believed in god for a very long time. ronan left the door open as it was and stumbled backwards into the parlor, so convinced he had become one of those monsters destroyed by grief. he fell onto the chaise, holding his head in his hands. “i’ve lost my mind . . .”