PensandKeys
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~Pens&Keys
“Hello St. Vincent.”
“Hello Sir Godric.” Laughing, he drew the attention of several guest. I could see the same question burning in their brains. “How do they know each other?” Vampires rarely associate with others outside of our kind. And once you have been alive for as many centuries as my father. Well let’s just say it’s hard to care about the perseveration of any other race. “You may call me Godric. Formalities are not wanted.”
“Not here, not in this setting.” Leaning to whisper in my ear he asked, “Why not?”
“Because, if you aren’t a “Sir” or “Madame or “Mistress” you are prey. Are you prey Godric?”
“I could be if the hunter is worthy. Are you worthy St. Vincent?” For a moment his frosted silver eyes lit up with amusement. Happy I could entertain him. “I still have one question left, may I ask it now?”
Cocking his head to the side, he replied. “You asked your three questions. The last being “May I call you on Monday night.” Turning to face him. I couldn’t believe he would hold that question against me.
“You can’t be serious Godric I had to go. I was attempting to be polite by asking. Unlike yourself who most likely charmed your way to getting my phone number and calling without asking.”
“Politeness in the wrong setting is rather dull. No charming was required from my part. Elloren was rather cooperative.” Rolling my eyes I needed to look anywhere but up and at him. Apparently, he did not feel the same. I could feel his gaze on me. Observing me, drinking in my movements. Shaking my head was my attempt at trying to keep Elloren’s mother words from repeating again. “You have captured the heart of a Victorian.”
“Was she rested when you spoke to her?” I asked attempting to alter the conversation.
“Non.” Sighing at his response, I realized Ethan was watching us from the second entrance into the room. Unfortunately, so did Godric.
“Who is he?” Pointing directly at Ethan, Godric smiled at him. Ethan too fearful of us both did not smile back. He simply looked down. “Shy?”
“Subservient.”
“To whom?”
“His master.”
“You own a slave?”
“He is not a slave. He may leave whenever he likes.” Placing a lock of his hair behind his ear, Godric starred at Ethan. “Are you connected to him physically?” Removing my eyes from Ethan back to Godric I watched his face. More than that, I watched him watch Ethan.
“Are you asking if I have sex with Ethan?”
“Oui”
“Oui” Though is face did not change, the elegance in is grace did. His classical jawline clinched. Momentarily. Sliding his eyes from Ethan, Godric looked down at me. “If I catch him, can I have you both?” Blinking at his question I would have stammered backwards if I could move. What did he mean both? Bisexual both, one at time both, or both at the same time both? “I..I..I..” I shut my mouth trapping all my I’s in the back of my throat. “I don’t know, if that’s in the rule book.”
With his elegant grace returned and a lean downwards. Godric whispered what would be the foundation of our future in my ear. “If you set the rules I will follow them.”
Unfazed by this entire conversation, he smiled at me. It was one of those smiles you knew would lead to something dangerous. But when an actual God gives you that smile you also knew the dangerous parts would come from you.
~Pens&Keys
“Hello St. Vincent.”
“Hello Sir Godric.” Laughing, he drew the attention of several guest. I could see the same question burning in their brains. “How do they know each other?” Vampires rarely associate with others outside of our kind. And once you have been alive for as many centuries as my father. Well let’s just say it’s hard to care about the perseveration of any other race. “You may call me Godric. Formalities are not wanted.”
“Not here, not in this setting.” Leaning to whisper in my ear he asked, “Why not?”
“Because, if you aren’t a “Sir” or “Madame or “Mistress” you are prey. Are you prey Godric?”
“I could be if the hunter is worthy. Are you worthy St. Vincent?” For a moment his frosted silver eyes lit up with amusement. Happy I could entertain him. “I still have one question left, may I ask it now?”
Cocking his head to the side, he replied. “You asked your three questions. The last being “May I call you on Monday night.” Turning to face him. I couldn’t believe he would hold that question against me.
“You can’t be serious Godric I had to go. I was attempting to be polite by asking. Unlike yourself who most likely charmed your way to getting my phone number and calling without asking.”
“Politeness in the wrong setting is rather dull. No charming was required from my part. Elloren was rather cooperative.” Rolling my eyes I needed to look anywhere but up and at him. Apparently, he did not feel the same. I could feel his gaze on me. Observing me, drinking in my movements. Shaking my head was my attempt at trying to keep Elloren’s mother words from repeating again. “You have captured the heart of a Victorian.”
“Was she rested when you spoke to her?” I asked attempting to alter the conversation.
“Non.” Sighing at his response, I realized Ethan was watching us from the second entrance into the room. Unfortunately, so did Godric.
“Who is he?” Pointing directly at Ethan, Godric smiled at him. Ethan too fearful of us both did not smile back. He simply looked down. “Shy?”
“Subservient.”
“To whom?”
“His master.”
“You own a slave?”
“He is not a slave. He may leave whenever he likes.” Placing a lock of his hair behind his ear, Godric starred at Ethan. “Are you connected to him physically?” Removing my eyes from Ethan back to Godric I watched his face. More than that, I watched him watch Ethan.
“Are you asking if I have sex with Ethan?”
“Oui”
“Oui” Though is face did not change, the elegance in is grace did. His classical jawline clinched. Momentarily. Sliding his eyes from Ethan, Godric looked down at me. “If I catch him, can I have you both?” Blinking at his question I would have stammered backwards if I could move. What did he mean both? Bisexual both, one at time both, or both at the same time both? “I..I..I..” I shut my mouth trapping all my I’s in the back of my throat. “I don’t know, if that’s in the rule book.”
With his elegant grace returned and a lean downwards. Godric whispered what would be the foundation of our future in my ear. “If you set the rules I will follow them.”
Unfazed by this entire conversation, he smiled at me. It was one of those smiles you knew would lead to something dangerous. But when an actual God gives you that smile you also knew the dangerous parts would come from you.
