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[rekindled_heart]

To see her again, only to have her torn from us...

Returned to death. The same for Marishka when she returns. And I. So I've seen...

Poor, wretched are we. Hah.

Such a -happy- month.

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[compactcrucifix]

You're vampires.

[rekindled_heart]

What observation!

[compactcrucifix]

...You're not living as it is.

I'm sorry.

[rekindled_heart]

...

My temper isn't..yes. Gabriel. Thank you.

[compactcrucifix]

Look. If you need me to come by...

Just say so.

[rekindled_heart]

...Please.

I do.

[a-action? :D]

[compactcrucifix]

....[click of the device turning off, because he's Gabe, and he's coming over, because he said he would, and ...and to Gabe it's just that simple]

[action :D]

[rekindled_heart]

[sits back in his lair, watching his own device, idly typing keys, eventually abandoning it to walk off his restlessness.]

[action :D]

[compactcrucifix]

[starts off across the City, moving fairly quickly for a human (but of course he's really not), armed about as lightly as he gets, because he figures if Vladis wanted to kill him he could have done it several times--flashes back briefly to the Titanic, remembering...]

..hm. [tracking Vladis by the vague pulse of his evil, which is not reliable to a point, pauses and looks around, venturing forward again after a moment]

Dracula?

Re: [action :D]

[rekindled_heart]

[glances upwards...leaves his dank hole, and appears above ground in a light gust of wind; steps out of a shadow with a sigh...he's not the happiest undead in the world, lacking some of his grace and flawless confidence]

Gabriel.

[action :D]

[compactcrucifix]

Good to see you.

[pauses, awkwardly] I want to help.

[action :D]

[rekindled_heart]

And you.

[cracks a smile--he's so...cute]

Help..? Help me?

[action :D]

[compactcrucifix]

[encouraged by the smile--everything is a competition to Gabe, and he loves to win]

You're worth it. [just doesn't know how--their hobbies are kind of different these days] Tell me what you like.

[action :D]

[rekindled_heart]

[another more tender look, a smile in his eyes; at his last, raises his eyebrows...what he -likes-? Really? A few unmentionables, but...]

...Few things. [pause] Dancing. Evening flights. [another pause] You.

[action :D]

[compactcrucifix]

[considers that--had hoped he'd leave out the death and destruction bit, and does appreciate that he didn't mention it]

...Me. [flattered! and roughly amused] Thanks. I can't dance, though. [or fly, but dancing seems (barely) closer to the realm of possibility]

[action :D]

[rekindled_heart]

[he laughs--not cruel or condescending, but..amused; gently]

Anyone can dance, Gabriel. You need only learn how, correctly. I can show you.