Post by Josef Monroe on Apr 19, 2013 3:26:43 GMT -5
Sef swore, and loudly. This was going to end badly!
Doing a favor for a friend had turned against him, as luck would have it. Once again, his blood was working against him. The Veela vamp was asked in utmost confidence to keep an eye on the new healer and he had done well in the first few days. However, the mortal had caught a glimpse of him in passing and things had taken a bloody awful turn. The look in the mortal man's eyes was the most passionate love he had ever seen and at first he felt instinctively drawn to that gaze, but then he realized what had happened and the inner swearing hadn't stopped since then.
He was going to get killed for this one. At the very least, slightly maimed.
He'd done his damndest to get away from the mortal so that he could warn his friend of the impending problem. And as he waited impatiently for him to show up, he could smell the mortal in the wind.
SHIT!
He turned around, only to be face to face with the red haired mortal. Merlin's beard, the undying adoration in his eyes was enough to make the vampire tremble. His pale hands lifted, almost yearning to touch the blonde man's face and he found himself speaking to the mortal man in a low tone, though loud enough to be heard.
"Listen, Jamie...I'm sorry...but what you're feeling...it's not real!"
Those eyes seemed stuck on his eyes and as the German spoke, he felt a slight pang of pity for the man.
"How can it be false? I feel it so strongly...you do such sings to me."
"It's my blood, my species, I promise...it's not real!"
The red haired male memorized his face beneath the moonlight and his heart seemed to be spewing from his lips.
"Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet."
He was quoting Shakespeare? Oh bollocks! Alek was going to KILL him. That was their thing.
"Go back to the castle! Get away from me. I promise you, it's not real, no matter how real it feels. It's not real! The instant you're away from me, you'll feel better, I promise."
The red haired male's eyes looked upon him with such devotion and he trembled again in his spot, but finally, he was moving away from him. Going back toward the castle, looking almost dejected. Sef's hands ran frantically over his hair as he walked away, his heart thundering loudly in his ears.
"He's going to bloody kill me. I'm going to bloody die. I wasn't trying to make him fall in love!!"
Doing a favor for a friend had turned against him, as luck would have it. Once again, his blood was working against him. The Veela vamp was asked in utmost confidence to keep an eye on the new healer and he had done well in the first few days. However, the mortal had caught a glimpse of him in passing and things had taken a bloody awful turn. The look in the mortal man's eyes was the most passionate love he had ever seen and at first he felt instinctively drawn to that gaze, but then he realized what had happened and the inner swearing hadn't stopped since then.
He was going to get killed for this one. At the very least, slightly maimed.
He'd done his damndest to get away from the mortal so that he could warn his friend of the impending problem. And as he waited impatiently for him to show up, he could smell the mortal in the wind.
SHIT!
He turned around, only to be face to face with the red haired mortal. Merlin's beard, the undying adoration in his eyes was enough to make the vampire tremble. His pale hands lifted, almost yearning to touch the blonde man's face and he found himself speaking to the mortal man in a low tone, though loud enough to be heard.
"Listen, Jamie...I'm sorry...but what you're feeling...it's not real!"
Those eyes seemed stuck on his eyes and as the German spoke, he felt a slight pang of pity for the man.
"How can it be false? I feel it so strongly...you do such sings to me."
"It's my blood, my species, I promise...it's not real!"
The red haired male memorized his face beneath the moonlight and his heart seemed to be spewing from his lips.
"Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears;
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet."
He was quoting Shakespeare? Oh bollocks! Alek was going to KILL him. That was their thing.
"Go back to the castle! Get away from me. I promise you, it's not real, no matter how real it feels. It's not real! The instant you're away from me, you'll feel better, I promise."
The red haired male's eyes looked upon him with such devotion and he trembled again in his spot, but finally, he was moving away from him. Going back toward the castle, looking almost dejected. Sef's hands ran frantically over his hair as he walked away, his heart thundering loudly in his ears.
"He's going to bloody kill me. I'm going to bloody die. I wasn't trying to make him fall in love!!"