[ It's a silly notion really, isn't it? Adrian knows how dreamy and ridiculous it must make him seem, but it is most definitely the truth. He wants to be the complete opposite of his father and there is no love loss for his kin. Should Dorian ask, Adrian would openly tell him of the struggles he has, feeling neither closer to being either human or Vampire. He feels like something entirely apart from both species, even if he longs to be mortal like his departed mother.
Dorian is right to feel that way about Adrian, as wrong as it feels, as in theory nothing sired by the dead of night could be called innocent, and yet innocent is exactly what Adrian is. Sheltered, privileged, and ignorant in his youth, even going as far as to have never laid with anyone before he arrived here. No, Adrian was innocent, to more of the world than he would care to admit.
The lightest of gasps left his lips as Dorian replaced his wine glass in favor of setting his hand upon the Dhampir's. Considering the question for a long moment, simply looked into Dorian's eyes, as if he were searching them for something to make the answer hurt any less. ]
Yes and no. At first, I didn't wish to be seen at all. Instead, I had a private crypt made, one that I intended on locking myself up in forever. Only, forever seemed like an awfully long time all things considered. So... I left clues, tales, and fables for anyone interested to take as the word of God. If I was going to have company again, I wanted it to be with someone who needed me, Dorian... I wanted to be wanted.
[ Pausing for a moment, setting his own glass down and placing his now empty hand atop of the one Dorian had on his, leaning in with a tilt of his head, golden threads of hair cascading down past his shoulder and chest. ]
Since I've been here, I confess, there's only one person I truly wanted to see me, to shine for them, and yet... Ah, I'm sorry, I feel embarrassed in saying this.
[ Blushing, Adrian turned his head away in the coyest of mannerisms. ]
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Dorian is right to feel that way about Adrian, as wrong as it feels, as in theory nothing sired by the dead of night could be called innocent, and yet innocent is exactly what Adrian is. Sheltered, privileged, and ignorant in his youth, even going as far as to have never laid with anyone before he arrived here. No, Adrian was innocent, to more of the world than he would care to admit.
The lightest of gasps left his lips as Dorian replaced his wine glass in favor of setting his hand upon the Dhampir's. Considering the question for a long moment, simply looked into Dorian's eyes, as if he were searching them for something to make the answer hurt any less. ]
Yes and no. At first, I didn't wish to be seen at all. Instead, I had a private crypt made, one that I intended on locking myself up in forever. Only, forever seemed like an awfully long time all things considered. So... I left clues, tales, and fables for anyone interested to take as the word of God. If I was going to have company again, I wanted it to be with someone who needed me, Dorian... I wanted to be wanted.
[ Pausing for a moment, setting his own glass down and placing his now empty hand atop of the one Dorian had on his, leaning in with a tilt of his head, golden threads of hair cascading down past his shoulder and chest. ]
Since I've been here, I confess, there's only one person I truly wanted to see me, to shine for them, and yet... Ah, I'm sorry, I feel embarrassed in saying this.
[ Blushing, Adrian turned his head away in the coyest of mannerisms. ]