[Dorian turns his head. Not a full shake, but a rebuttable nonetheless.]
In his mind there was too little left to figure out, and too much time to spend doing it.
[He takes in the feeling of Larus' hand on his neck, letting it happen, and then reaches out in turn, running a pensive touch over the side of one of the other man's arms, more thoughtful and less purposeful than the usual falling of his hands upon the other man.
The physical sturdiness, unavoidable inclination to bloodthirstiness, and remarkably human fragility of vampirism is a kind of immortality he'll never fully understand. It's strange sometimes, to be positioned as someone also immortal and witness to it, but shielded from many of the same worst aspects of it. He'll only ever be an onlooker to what it means to be immortal, but also coping with death while still animated, feeling, and sometimes connected to the world and other people.
There is one thing he's recognized, though: no vampire he's ever met has taken the little ways of feeling alive for granted in the same ways he often and unthinkingly does. He craves that ready appreciation for signs of life that seem so little and forgettable to him.]
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In his mind there was too little left to figure out, and too much time to spend doing it.
[He takes in the feeling of Larus' hand on his neck, letting it happen, and then reaches out in turn, running a pensive touch over the side of one of the other man's arms, more thoughtful and less purposeful than the usual falling of his hands upon the other man.
The physical sturdiness, unavoidable inclination to bloodthirstiness, and remarkably human fragility of vampirism is a kind of immortality he'll never fully understand. It's strange sometimes, to be positioned as someone also immortal and witness to it, but shielded from many of the same worst aspects of it. He'll only ever be an onlooker to what it means to be immortal, but also coping with death while still animated, feeling, and sometimes connected to the world and other people.
There is one thing he's recognized, though: no vampire he's ever met has taken the little ways of feeling alive for granted in the same ways he often and unthinkingly does. He craves that ready appreciation for signs of life that seem so little and forgettable to him.]
But why do you say that?