Malek Ackerman
You're my water. You're my wine.
Malek regards her openly as she sighs out her disappointment at her name. Giving her a small shrug, that easy simper is guided to his features once more, glad to see the witch relaxing around him, "You certainly fought off your attacker, that seems brave to me," he states simply, "Your power, on the other hand, is immense â€" but that's not a bad thing," his lyrics are light with encouragement, "You just need practice is all. You've come to the one city that gives you the ability to practice those powers, although, I don't recommend doing it while anyone is around," he states with an apologetic shrug, "No offense, Emerson."
He can see that lingering fear in her eyes, as her scent wafts into his nostrils. She was clearly terrified of her power â€" having no control was something everyone feared, Malek was like that once, centuries ago. Malek cringes inwardly as she admits her parents had abandoned her â€" humans were so... human. They had such a difficult time wrapping their minds around that there were other species in the world, that the world could be different and could still coexist. The vampire had seen many places all over the world where supernatural and humans coexisted, yet, as the world ages, humans tend to forget.
"That sounds rough," he frowns at her, those English lyrics lilting with concern, "But you survived and that's all that matters," he says with a nod of his head. The scars ran deep on this witch, the man could tell, though he didn't pity her, she was strong; a survivor. Their lives were shaped by their hardships.
It was her response that has Malek's brows shifting upwards in surprise. Emmy had a soft heart, he was astonished, by how much hardship she had gone through, she had truly hung onto her heart; he couldn't say that he met a lot of people who had gone through that sort of hardship and it didn't warp them entirely into a different person. Pulling his hands from his pockets, he holds them loosely at his sides, "Everyone has done something they aren't proud of," he replies softly, attempting to pull her out of the darkness that so claimed to drag her down. Taking a tentative step forward, he stops, not wanting to startle her.
"Perhaps, you will take a stroll with me? I can show you that all vampires aren't bad," he offers her a crooked smile, allowing her to deny him if she so desired. "Sacrosanct is the most beautiful by night."
You're my whiskey. From time to time.