Too Close To The Flame
I watch as Alexis brings Edward to his quarters but recoil at the stench of garlic. I have never seen Edward so beaten. Of course Alexis soon has his wine as he stands outside Edward's door listening to the familiar being torn to shreds.
I stand at the end of the hall and listen as he gives Daniel an update. So the angel may just have given his life for Edward. I look at Alexis as he leans against the wall and sips his wine getting lost to the alcohol. So many feelings he buries.
In my heart I want to go to him, but I know all too well the reaction I will get. He will play it off as annoyed and slur his want for a whore - not affection. I purse my lips in frustration at him as I turn on my heels and wait in the library for any instructions.
It is not too much longer that noise in the hall draws my attention. Looking out I see Christian and the angel…. He is now fallen. I smile knowing he has made a great sacrifice all for Edward. I knew Edward's feelings for the angel were great and now I am comforted that they are reciprocated.
I smirk as the angel pushes past Alexis to get to Edward. He is feeling no fear only his love for Edward. I do admire angels for the unashamed openness towards those they love. As a vampire we are not expected to love, or want or crave it. We do - most of us. Alexis has… but he is too far lost in his guilt to love again.
Clenching my jaw at the pain I feel at that angered at my own needs I return to the library and sit staring at the fire. When I hear Gaspard's voice however, I rise and follow him, Paul and a newcomer to Edward's quarters. Gaspard is harsh with Alexis, but the wine has taken affect and he soon retreats.
Standing in the doorway I watch the angel and Gaspard clean - or try to clean Edward's wounds. It is not until Paul use powers that he obviously received from his father to pull the silver and garlic from Edward's wounds that I walk away.
I am planning to return to my quarters until called for, but my feet take me to Alexis' door. I know he shuns love and open displays of it. And I understand I suppose why. The memory of his brother still so strong, but he is capable of so much more if he could forgive himself!
Going against my better judgement I knock on his door.
I stand at the end of the hall and listen as he gives Daniel an update. So the angel may just have given his life for Edward. I look at Alexis as he leans against the wall and sips his wine getting lost to the alcohol. So many feelings he buries.
In my heart I want to go to him, but I know all too well the reaction I will get. He will play it off as annoyed and slur his want for a whore - not affection. I purse my lips in frustration at him as I turn on my heels and wait in the library for any instructions.
It is not too much longer that noise in the hall draws my attention. Looking out I see Christian and the angel…. He is now fallen. I smile knowing he has made a great sacrifice all for Edward. I knew Edward's feelings for the angel were great and now I am comforted that they are reciprocated.
I smirk as the angel pushes past Alexis to get to Edward. He is feeling no fear only his love for Edward. I do admire angels for the unashamed openness towards those they love. As a vampire we are not expected to love, or want or crave it. We do - most of us. Alexis has… but he is too far lost in his guilt to love again.
Clenching my jaw at the pain I feel at that angered at my own needs I return to the library and sit staring at the fire. When I hear Gaspard's voice however, I rise and follow him, Paul and a newcomer to Edward's quarters. Gaspard is harsh with Alexis, but the wine has taken affect and he soon retreats.
Standing in the doorway I watch the angel and Gaspard clean - or try to clean Edward's wounds. It is not until Paul use powers that he obviously received from his father to pull the silver and garlic from Edward's wounds that I walk away.
I am planning to return to my quarters until called for, but my feet take me to Alexis' door. I know he shuns love and open displays of it. And I understand I suppose why. The memory of his brother still so strong, but he is capable of so much more if he could forgive himself!
Going against my better judgement I knock on his door.