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Most new vampires don't know how to sieze the moment and make the most of their immortality. They've lived a limited life for so long that it's hard to train their minds into finding new ways to go about things. It's hard to forget your vulnerability and that's the same look I see flickering in her gaze as I comment about feeding. She seems more unsure about it than even Isolt was the first time I took her out. Does feeding mean something more for her? I will admit that I know nothing about her or what powers hse might wield. The frown that dimples her features only makes her more adorable. She seems so frazzled. I smile knowingly at her stuttered words. I don't want to push her so I wait instead, letting her peruse the people nearby. The sigh that drips from her lips is light and yet so burdened, like she has the weight of the world on her petite shoulders. Such a pretty girl should not wear such a burden. I watch as her eyes skirt over all the different varieties that this place offers though I don't see the spark in her eye at any point to hint that she's found someone to take a liking to. When she turns to me, there's a new look in her eyes that draw my interest, one brow cocking upward to show as much. the corner of my lips dimple as she asks a question and I shrug lightly. "Sure, why not?" She fiddles with her hair nervously before her fingers move to the hem of her shirt. Such a nervous nelly. She even blushes at the words, a human habit. I tilt my head as she asks her question, seriously contemplating the question. What kind of girls do I like? When I think of Chemi, I think downright kinky with a hint of crazy, the kind that would stalk you down and kill you if you crossed her but would do the same to you in a heart beat if the mood strikes her. When I think of Isolt, I think the total opposite. A taste of innocence with a background of modesty. Throw that in with the hint of daring that she wants to be sometimes and some lack luster charm and there you go. Catherine from my past, she was a bomb shell, more like Chemi once you get her alone but in public she was every bit as whimsical as Isolt. The perfect mixture, you could say, but then I found out her flaws soon enough. So what kind of girls do I like? My eyes twinkle. "I can't say I have a particular type. I like a girl with some back bone but not enough that she can bench press more than me. I like a girl whose spontaneous and knows what she wants, even if she doesn't know that she wants it. I like a girl who can be herself in any company and doesn't hold herself to the trends thrown on her by society's standards, a girl who can turn me on in the blink of an eye but can turn a man to stone for so much as looking at her the wrong way. I can go on all night, sweetheart. What kind of boys do you like? Since we're on the subject." My lips curl back mischeveously, eyes twinkling still in a sly way. I don't mind sharing if she doesn't mind reciprocating. She tells that it's important now and my brow only cocks up further. I can't see how unless she plans on shape shifting into some kind of robot girl whose the exact make up of what I just told her. The thought alone is almost enough to make me laugh out loud but I settle for tilting my head instead, intrigued to say the least. |