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Vanyon: *pesters Firiel*
Firiel: *is in bed, sick*
Vanyon: woo. *bite*
Firiel: *moans and pushes him weakly*
Vanyon: hello, darling.
Firiel: *frowns* Why are you back?
Vanyon: you're weak, defenseless and in bed.
Firiel: *groans and sits up* So you should leave me alone.
Vanyon: Nonsense. I wanted to see how my favourite human was getting along.
Firiel: I'm fine.
Vanyon: very good.
Firiel: *shrinks back* Why is that very good?
Vanyon: I don't want you to *die*.
Firiel: It shouldn't matter to you.
Vanyon: Whyever not?
Firiel: *sighs and wraps her arms around herself* Because it shouldn't. You're a vampire. You're not supposed to care.
Vanyon: Who says?
Firiel: History.
Vanyon: History doesn't say anything about me.
Firiel: *sighs* Then *I* say it.
Vanyon: When have I been uncaring?
Vanyon: A little selfish, yes.
Firiel: I didn't say you've been uncaring. Just that you shouldn't care.
Vanyon: why shouldn't I? that's the part that's still confusing me.
Firiel: Why do you feel you should?
Vanyon: I like to take an interest. It keeps me from getting bored.
Firiel: *sighs and drops her head*
Vanyon: *pats*
Firiel: Why me?
Vanyon: Well. I don't want to dispose of you like Luthien and you don't irritate me quite as much as Thuringwethil. Not to mention it never stops being funny when you tell not to do something.
Firiel: *facepalm* I'll have to work on stopping that, then.
Vanyon: *nuzzlebite*
Firiel: *pushes again*
Vanyon: *grabs Firi's hands and holds*
Firiel: *looks at him curiously, though tired*
Vanyon: manners. No pushing or shoving.
Firiel: I'd kick you if I had the strength.
Vanyon: *tuts*
Firiel: *leans back against the bed* What do you want?
Vanyon: the honour of your company
Firiel: *sighs* Fine.
Vanyon: good girl.
Firiel: What now? You just want to sit here?
Vanyon: I was thinking sucking out your blood and leaving you a lifeless husk.
Firiel: ......
Vanyon: or maybe not.
Firiel: Please choose "not."
Vanyon: I hereby choose not.
Firiel: Thank you.
Vanyon: besides. I have to care. It helps me keep my reputation as the 'nice one'. Or at least the one with social skills. I wonder where my love has gotten herself off to...
Firiel: She is less social than you?
Vanyon: She prefers to lurk in shadows and do odd things. Mostly act sinister.
Firiel: Oh. *rubs her head* I hope she doesn't lurk around here.
Vanyon: she might.
Firiel: That's why I used "hope."
Vanyon: *smiles politely*
Firiel: Do you have a home?
Vanyon: My home is wherever my next meal is.
Firiel: Oh. Have you found it?
Vanyon: hello dear.
Firiel: *sighs* You'd feed on someone ill?
Vanyon: yes?
Firiel: How long has it been since you last fed?
Vanyon: a week or so.
Firiel: ...do you think you could wait until I am well again?
Vanyon: I get to bite you once you're well?
Firiel: If I'm still here.. um, maybe?
Vanyon: *considering look*
Firiel: *tries to smile*
Vanyon: *pats Firiel on the head*
Firiel: *look at him, confused*
Vanyon: Attempting to appear peacable.
Firiel: ...does this mean you'll wait?
Vanyon: until I get hungry and go after your husband or brother.
Firiel: *eyes widen* No, please don't go after them.
Vanyon: They're big boys. They can stand to lose a little blood.
Firiel: But.... *rubs her head*
Vanyon: but?
Firiel: *shakes head* Please don't go after them.
Vanyon: you are amazingly demanding.
Firiel: I did ask politely...
Vanyon: You just want to see me starve to death >.>
Firiel: *eyedart*
Vanyon: *eyes*
Firiel: I don't want you to starve.
Vanyon: then?
Firiel: You don't think they'd fight you?
Vanyon: You don't think I'd win?
Firiel: .....please don't feed on them. You.... *sighs* You can feed on me.
Vanyon: You're a darling.
Firiel: *tilts her head and waits*
Vanyon: *leans down, kisses her neck and gets up* Later, perhaps.
Firiel: *looks up at him and nods slightly* So I should expect you back sometime soon?
Vanyon: of course. Do feel better. *bows and leaves*