They were often touching, in one way or another; as a cat he monopolized her lap, curling up in it as she worked on whatever or read or just felt like sitting and staring off into the distance, on her chest or against her side as they watched TV, curled up like a tiny purring heater next to her face as they slept(though he wondered how she could tolerate his distinct scent of death, that close, but didn't bother to ask if she actually wanted him there). As a person he was much less likely to drape all over her(how could he at his size?), but it was little things; a hand on the shoulder or around the waist, a touch to the arm or hip, but rarely ever taking her hand in his for worry of looking childish despite quietly enjoying this indulgence.
He didn't have such reserves in private, though he didn't quite understand the switch-- he was taking his revenge, right? What should he care for saving face for her in public? He should be trying to ruin her, for when she turns back to normal, for when her boyfriend comes back to her.
But as she curled up unconsciously to his side on the bed, nuzzling up under his arm, he faltered.
...He couldn't have possibly been that desperate, could he? To want to stay with some... stupid little girl(who was startlingly pretty, and sympathetic, and kind--). After three hundred years, he rationalized, he supposed it couldn't possibly have been that odd that he'd fall into a relationship like this. He just had to have a hold on his thoughts, that was all.
Salem said this to himself as he curled around her, holding her close, face buried into her hair. No, he wouldn't miss this at all.
He didn't have such reserves in private, though he didn't quite understand the switch-- he was taking his revenge, right? What should he care for saving face for her in public? He should be trying to ruin her, for when she turns back to normal, for when her boyfriend comes back to her.
But as she curled up unconsciously to his side on the bed, nuzzling up under his arm, he faltered.
...He couldn't have possibly been that desperate, could he? To want to stay with some... stupid little girl(who was startlingly pretty, and sympathetic, and kind--). After three hundred years, he rationalized, he supposed it couldn't possibly have been that odd that he'd fall into a relationship like this. He just had to have a hold on his thoughts, that was all.
Salem said this to himself as he curled around her, holding her close, face buried into her hair. No, he wouldn't miss this at all.
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