It had been a very long time indeed since he can considered a courtship of any kind. It was easy to fill the void of loneliness and absent love with all of his studies, his interests and the reminders of his dead wife that had put him on this path in the first place. Vampires were capable of love no matter what any of them would claim otherwise; it was easier to lean into the monstrous nature but vampirism only enhanced ones base urges.
With their long-lived bodies, courtships could take a very long time, but often they were far too eager to indulge in the thrills of an old life. Most jumped in with both feet to feed their egos and their primal urges. Once the ball was set in motion, vampires tended to lean right in. He was not above that either, though he had learned over the years to be cautious with his reasoning to why he did so.
He moved his arms out of the way as she came over to his chair, guessing correctly on what she might do. As she slid into his lap, he curled an arm loosely around her middle to stabilize her perch and then reached out with his other arm to curl around her knees in order to draw her legs up and also keep her dress hem politely over her ankles so she could rest her feet on the arm of his chair if she wished.
"And I will be a monster again, just as I will be a gentleman," he said simply. They were all many things, and to deny that was to disillusion oneself. There was a rare thrill to be close to someone like this and not be about to make an example of them; he and Lenore had had moments of being physically close as they leaned over an experiment and he explained the finer details of it. This was completely different. "I have no interest stopping you from being who you are, Lenore. The parts you hide or don't feel you can show others are what I find fascinating about you most."
Her enthusiasm for dissecting situations. Her word vomit on histories and other cultures was endearing. She was cautious of him - smart - but it didn't stop her from engaging.
"The question is: what are you hoping to find beyond my guard?"
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With their long-lived bodies, courtships could take a very long time, but often they were far too eager to indulge in the thrills of an old life. Most jumped in with both feet to feed their egos and their primal urges. Once the ball was set in motion, vampires tended to lean right in. He was not above that either, though he had learned over the years to be cautious with his reasoning to why he did so.
He moved his arms out of the way as she came over to his chair, guessing correctly on what she might do. As she slid into his lap, he curled an arm loosely around her middle to stabilize her perch and then reached out with his other arm to curl around her knees in order to draw her legs up and also keep her dress hem politely over her ankles so she could rest her feet on the arm of his chair if she wished.
"And I will be a monster again, just as I will be a gentleman," he said simply. They were all many things, and to deny that was to disillusion oneself. There was a rare thrill to be close to someone like this and not be about to make an example of them; he and Lenore had had moments of being physically close as they leaned over an experiment and he explained the finer details of it. This was completely different. "I have no interest stopping you from being who you are, Lenore. The parts you hide or don't feel you can show others are what I find fascinating about you most."
Her enthusiasm for dissecting situations. Her word vomit on histories and other cultures was endearing. She was cautious of him - smart - but it didn't stop her from engaging.
"The question is: what are you hoping to find beyond my guard?"