[The preference expressed in those words makes Dorian flash back, momentarily, to mornings waking up with a cold cheek pressed against his chest, another body taking solace in the beating and regularity of his heart.]
I had another vampire friend once-- not that long ago, actually, who said heartbeats filled in the silence where there was nothing else to do so. You're not from our world, of course, but there are a great many pieces of literature where I'm from where the beating of a heart means everything from the echoing of someone's guilt back at them, to the awakening of new passions. It's life.
But with my friend, I think the lack bothered him because what was left to fill the quiet were his own thoughts, mostly about himself, and they weren't... kind.
[Although Larus seems to have an acute awareness of his own vampirism, he doesn't seem anywhere near to hating himself in that same way.
But will he one day? After enough years have ticked by?]
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I had another vampire friend once-- not that long ago, actually, who said heartbeats filled in the silence where there was nothing else to do so. You're not from our world, of course, but there are a great many pieces of literature where I'm from where the beating of a heart means everything from the echoing of someone's guilt back at them, to the awakening of new passions. It's life.
But with my friend, I think the lack bothered him because what was left to fill the quiet were his own thoughts, mostly about himself, and they weren't... kind.
[Although Larus seems to have an acute awareness of his own vampirism, he doesn't seem anywhere near to hating himself in that same way.
But will he one day? After enough years have ticked by?]