The details are absurd, and of course I'm being discerning, when I have the choice.
[He frowns, brows pinching closer.]
One of them...the worst one I met in the park during all that sticker business. Things went fine then, but I also didn't let on what I was, and that was before I had reason to rethink things.
We were thrown together at one of those parties in Insincerity. We talked. He had an impressive intellect. We shared enough interests I thought it could be workable. I didn't say I was a vampire then, but I did say I don't habitually have sexual desire and that I don't like being touched. He was understanding.
[He runs an idle thumb across the other, brow pinching tighter.]
Then I ran into him at the Scratch. People are ridiculous about fucking. They just are. No matter how reasonable they seem before it happens.
[He frowns, brows pinching closer.]
One of them...the worst one I met in the park during all that sticker business. Things went fine then, but I also didn't let on what I was, and that was before I had reason to rethink things.
We were thrown together at one of those parties in Insincerity. We talked. He had an impressive intellect. We shared enough interests I thought it could be workable. I didn't say I was a vampire then, but I did say I don't habitually have sexual desire and that I don't like being touched. He was understanding.
[He runs an idle thumb across the other, brow pinching tighter.]
Then I ran into him at the Scratch. People are ridiculous about fucking. They just are. No matter how reasonable they seem before it happens.
That is why I contacted you. If I simply wanted to complain, I'd buy a diary.
[The hardest part to him is how people can seem reasonable all the way up until the moment they aren't and that no matter how well he reads them for manipulation, when it comes to far more straightforward things, it's not at all the same.]
I'm also disinterested in racking up citations, so I had best figure out a way, hadn't I? This was much easier when I was just erasing memories.
[The hardest part to him is how people can seem reasonable all the way up until the moment they aren't and that no matter how well he reads them for manipulation, when it comes to far more straightforward things, it's not at all the same.]
I'm also disinterested in racking up citations, so I had best figure out a way, hadn't I? This was much easier when I was just erasing memories.
How can anyone have real feelings for me within one or two times of meeting me? You've met me. I'm not an easy person, especially when I'm not trying to be.
[He makes a thoughtful noise.]
So I can just alter their brain chemistry without wiping the memories. Yes, I can do that easily. No fuss, no muss, no stupidity afterward. Of all of the things I've studied about anatomy, I never had much reason to delve into this side of it. That's helpful. Thank you.
[He makes a thoughtful noise.]
So I can just alter their brain chemistry without wiping the memories. Yes, I can do that easily. No fuss, no muss, no stupidity afterward. Of all of the things I've studied about anatomy, I never had much reason to delve into this side of it. That's helpful. Thank you.
Even specific to you is more than I have to go on at the moment. Fighting wars, studying, manipulating behind the scenes, embroiled with members of my own clan, or handling the Ventrue, or any number of things that took tremendous time, attention, and focus and didn't involve fucking the kine or figuring out how they felt about me.
[He doesn't get why this is so hard to understand, either. It hits close to the same questions others have asked him.]
I have one servitor who has been with me around 250 years. He was barely human when I found him, and he hasn't gotten any more in all that time. So no. If I had the experience, I wouldn't be having these issues. I wouldn't be wasting your time or mine asking advice.
[He doesn't get why this is so hard to understand, either. It hits close to the same questions others have asked him.]
I have one servitor who has been with me around 250 years. He was barely human when I found him, and he hasn't gotten any more in all that time. So no. If I had the experience, I wouldn't be having these issues. I wouldn't be wasting your time or mine asking advice.
In some ways.
[For all that this is a break, it's one he hardly needed. His focus and stamina for his projects was endless. Nothing here has come close to filling that void, to engaging him as fully. Not having any true mortal enemies, not having his usual backstabbing coterie of sharks.
He's listening now, and his expression is as close to a cat with its ears sideways as human physiognomy can get. He'd said if he knew what it was he'd stop it. He can't exactly stop that. It isn't a switch to be toggled on or off. He lifts a hand to drag it down his mouth.]
I could throw out several cutting remarks.
[It's bone dry. He shakes his head abruptly.]
I thought that if I could...physically feel, experience it through their eyes and give them pleasure, it might spark something in me. It didn't. I suppose I don't have the oxy...tocin.
[Yes, he does know that word. He must have studied it as one of several hormones produced by the brain. It was never relevant to his particular research, so he shunted it aside.]
But when it didn't, they grew angry or disturbed, and that... Why would you be angry when someone tells you in advance they're not like that? That they'll never be like that?
This isn't an edge. It's a precipice. If all I'm capable of feeling for most is irritation, then I hardly see the point. I could do that without being open. I did. Constantly.
[For all that this is a break, it's one he hardly needed. His focus and stamina for his projects was endless. Nothing here has come close to filling that void, to engaging him as fully. Not having any true mortal enemies, not having his usual backstabbing coterie of sharks.
He's listening now, and his expression is as close to a cat with its ears sideways as human physiognomy can get. He'd said if he knew what it was he'd stop it. He can't exactly stop that. It isn't a switch to be toggled on or off. He lifts a hand to drag it down his mouth.]
I could throw out several cutting remarks.
[It's bone dry. He shakes his head abruptly.]
I thought that if I could...physically feel, experience it through their eyes and give them pleasure, it might spark something in me. It didn't. I suppose I don't have the oxy...tocin.
[Yes, he does know that word. He must have studied it as one of several hormones produced by the brain. It was never relevant to his particular research, so he shunted it aside.]
But when it didn't, they grew angry or disturbed, and that... Why would you be angry when someone tells you in advance they're not like that? That they'll never be like that?
This isn't an edge. It's a precipice. If all I'm capable of feeling for most is irritation, then I hardly see the point. I could do that without being open. I did. Constantly.
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[He falls quiet for far longer after he finishes, mulling everything he has said. Eventually, what he thinks and wants coalesces from it.]
I believe I've used an ability to connect to others as a metric of sorts, because I know I care about my research, for example. My agendas. I'm quite attached to my habits and proclivities, all of which point to some emotion.
My attachments to vampires have been less emotional, barring my lover and my sire, to a lesser extent my childe in the beginning, and more transactional, as they almost always are among my kind.
[He taps his own knee with an index finger.]
I believe you hit upon the true rub of it in saying I'm trying something in which I have no experience. I can't think of the last time I've done that. I stick to areas in which I have mastery, not out of fear of failing, but from efficiency. It works. I've needed nothing else to satisfy me or perform my duties and expectations.
And in my world, failure is more weighty than hurt feelings or a partially severed hand. My perfectionism is in my way.
[He shakes his head.]
I'm not quitting. If I hurt people in being myself, I hurt them. It's not out of dishonesty at this point. If I meet someone who can handle it or doesn't see it as a flaw, then that's a step forward.
I believe I've used an ability to connect to others as a metric of sorts, because I know I care about my research, for example. My agendas. I'm quite attached to my habits and proclivities, all of which point to some emotion.
My attachments to vampires have been less emotional, barring my lover and my sire, to a lesser extent my childe in the beginning, and more transactional, as they almost always are among my kind.
[He taps his own knee with an index finger.]
I believe you hit upon the true rub of it in saying I'm trying something in which I have no experience. I can't think of the last time I've done that. I stick to areas in which I have mastery, not out of fear of failing, but from efficiency. It works. I've needed nothing else to satisfy me or perform my duties and expectations.
And in my world, failure is more weighty than hurt feelings or a partially severed hand. My perfectionism is in my way.
[He shakes his head.]
I'm not quitting. If I hurt people in being myself, I hurt them. It's not out of dishonesty at this point. If I meet someone who can handle it or doesn't see it as a flaw, then that's a step forward.
I've often had the sensation of trying to explain biochemistry to insects since coming here.
[It comes out dry. Yes, age gaps have proven stubbornly frustrating in this. There's no jumping that particular hurdle. It's immutable and insurmountable. He'll have to navigate around it.]
It may prove a waste of time in the end with most of them. Any good scientist draws from a wide sample pool.
Or perhaps it's a bit like prospecting. I'm sure there's some witty metaphor I could dredge if I could bring myself to care enough to recall the process.
At any rate, your perspective was useful. I have a better idea of what not to do next time. It's a start.
[It comes out dry. Yes, age gaps have proven stubbornly frustrating in this. There's no jumping that particular hurdle. It's immutable and insurmountable. He'll have to navigate around it.]
It may prove a waste of time in the end with most of them. Any good scientist draws from a wide sample pool.
Or perhaps it's a bit like prospecting. I'm sure there's some witty metaphor I could dredge if I could bring myself to care enough to recall the process.
At any rate, your perspective was useful. I have a better idea of what not to do next time. It's a start.
Your secret is safe with me.
[His brief chuckle is a bit less rusty than it has been in the past. It has been getting more use these nights.]
Nothing worth doing is worth doing with faint effort. If it isn't all the way, it would be a waste of everyone's time, especially my own.
[His brief chuckle is a bit less rusty than it has been in the past. It has been getting more use these nights.]
Nothing worth doing is worth doing with faint effort. If it isn't all the way, it would be a waste of everyone's time, especially my own.
[ Hasn't it just? Adrian had been working most of November trying to find a contract for himself and Belmont after Sypha vanished, it had been stressful and time-consuming. So he was more than happy to let his hair down and overindulge in a little artful pleasure with a man he knew could deliver.
Honestly, not only does Adrian have high standards but also high hopes that Dorian will indeed be able to do exactly what he claimed. Dress him up all pretty and then take his time in stripping him out of said attire. The thought has him nervous with anticipation.
A sweet smile was presented as the door is opened for him, Adrian parts his lips about to offer a greeting when he's pleasingly surprised with a kiss right on the mouth. Golden eyes grew wide for a moment before falling closed as he let himself enjoy the kiss for as long as it lasted. Words had fallen short as his tongue refused to form words for a good minute or two. Eventually, as Dorian set a hand to his arm and ushered him inside, Adrian tucked a loose strand of that silken spun hair behind a pointed ear, dipping his head shyly as he entered. ]
Please, breathe freely for now. I had hoped to take your breath away later.
[ A flirtatious thing to say, but Dorian had already set the tone. ]
Honestly, not only does Adrian have high standards but also high hopes that Dorian will indeed be able to do exactly what he claimed. Dress him up all pretty and then take his time in stripping him out of said attire. The thought has him nervous with anticipation.
A sweet smile was presented as the door is opened for him, Adrian parts his lips about to offer a greeting when he's pleasingly surprised with a kiss right on the mouth. Golden eyes grew wide for a moment before falling closed as he let himself enjoy the kiss for as long as it lasted. Words had fallen short as his tongue refused to form words for a good minute or two. Eventually, as Dorian set a hand to his arm and ushered him inside, Adrian tucked a loose strand of that silken spun hair behind a pointed ear, dipping his head shyly as he entered. ]
Please, breathe freely for now. I had hoped to take your breath away later.
[ A flirtatious thing to say, but Dorian had already set the tone. ]
[ The feeling is mutual. Whereas it might seem rather big-headed to confess, Adrian knows he's something to behold, he's been told as much several times thus far. However, it's one thing to be attractive and stun others with your visage, but it's another thing entirely to find someone who sees and enjoys his refined beauty more than just in a sexual way. Adrian knows he's beautiful, knows that his face and body are appealing to the general masses here, but the way Dorian looks at him, well... It makes him feel timeless, cherished like a favorite art piece even.
And this is all reflected right back at the other man. Adrian sees something in him so beautiful and perfects that he can't quite place his finger on what is it. And he'll be dammed if that doesn't make him all the more alluring to the Dhampir. ]
-Aah... As you wish, Dorian, as you wish.
[ Smiling fondly, feeling that deft finger touch just enough to have Adrian tipping his head back a little. He found he rather liked this; being greeted with a kiss and the soft little touches offered since entering the building. And gosh! What a building it was! Adrian had never seen a place as interesting as this, it was a delight to the sense. The colours, the soft lighting, and the scents that drifted past him, was this paradise he'd been granted entrance to? ]
Mmm, thank you, yes. A drink sounds wonderful. Something to wet the old whistle and get our creative juices flowing I should think.
[ Turning his head to look around while taking a seat, looking to see where this master bedroom might be situated and already wondering about the things Dorian had ready for him. There was a mild sense of trepidation emitting from the Dhampir as his host referred to his inevitable transformation being called the main event. ]
You've put quite some thought into all of this, haven't you, Dorian?
And this is all reflected right back at the other man. Adrian sees something in him so beautiful and perfects that he can't quite place his finger on what is it. And he'll be dammed if that doesn't make him all the more alluring to the Dhampir. ]
-Aah... As you wish, Dorian, as you wish.
[ Smiling fondly, feeling that deft finger touch just enough to have Adrian tipping his head back a little. He found he rather liked this; being greeted with a kiss and the soft little touches offered since entering the building. And gosh! What a building it was! Adrian had never seen a place as interesting as this, it was a delight to the sense. The colours, the soft lighting, and the scents that drifted past him, was this paradise he'd been granted entrance to? ]
Mmm, thank you, yes. A drink sounds wonderful. Something to wet the old whistle and get our creative juices flowing I should think.
[ Turning his head to look around while taking a seat, looking to see where this master bedroom might be situated and already wondering about the things Dorian had ready for him. There was a mild sense of trepidation emitting from the Dhampir as his host referred to his inevitable transformation being called the main event. ]
You've put quite some thought into all of this, haven't you, Dorian?
[Two packages arrive in the post, both wrapped in elegant embossed silver paper with dusk blue bows. The smaller of the two is addressed to Dorian, the writing on the card elegant and looping.]
Much like you, there's more
to this than meets the eye.
Think carefully whether you
wish to be seen or pass unseen
and you may find it to be so.
Best wishes for a full season,
Grayson
[Within the box, resting on midnight velvet, lies a fairly small aquamarine tie pin.
With some experimentation with others, Dorian will find that just by wishing it, when he wears the pin he can draw others' attention to himself or alternately make it less likely anyone sees him. It's not invisibility, and it's not forced. Those of strong will or magical natures themselves may not be affected at all. It works best in crowds than one-on-one.]
Much like you, there's more
to this than meets the eye.
Think carefully whether you
wish to be seen or pass unseen
and you may find it to be so.
Best wishes for a full season,
Grayson
[Within the box, resting on midnight velvet, lies a fairly small aquamarine tie pin.
With some experimentation with others, Dorian will find that just by wishing it, when he wears the pin he can draw others' attention to himself or alternately make it less likely anyone sees him. It's not invisibility, and it's not forced. Those of strong will or magical natures themselves may not be affected at all. It works best in crowds than one-on-one.]
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