Owen stood just inside the door of my suite completely drenched from the rain. Water dripped from his clothing, spattering the rug beneath his feet. Why he insists on making use of public transportation is something I will never understand, but at least he was here
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I was going to say "And you wonder why people are afraid of you," but then remembered that you don't.
That was harsh Armand. I do hope you make it up to him.
In any case, thank you for sharing and as always, it's nice to hear from you. Whatever the circumstances.
Moonflower
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No wonder that you freaked out. I hope little master is ok again.
However, as I said, when you are ready to talk, I'm here. 😌
I think people with scars or somthing not "normal" are beautiful and intersting. I always felt that way. My first love was the Phantom of the opera after all.💀
My wounds never heal completely so of course I also have scars. But I do like them. They belong to me and when somebody hates it, its not my problem ☺ Of course words can hurt terrible but you must ignore this kind of sad souls. I hope Owen will can that one day.
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There is most certainly beauty to be found in what some might see as "flaws". I carry no scars myself, so it's difficult to imagine what it must feel like to live the way that he has.
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However, I wonder if I should play the dumb from time to time. Otherwise you will one day stop talking to me.
Or else you would have killed him. Out of confusion, uncomfortably and perhaps a bit fear someone could see you as weak. Congratulations, you are a vampire textbook example. It must be in the blood...
You were very crispy once. Do you still remember how you looked and how others saw you?
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Yes, I remember how I looked to Benji and Sybelle after I went into the sun. I was a hideous thing. My flesh was black and shiny like leather. Benji compared me to the bodies that have been pulled from the bogs in parts of Europe. My lips where shriveled and dry and my teeth were clearly visible. I tried to project an image of myself from the old Venetian days into their minds, but I didn't have the strength to maintain it. I couldn't bear the thought of them seeing me as I truly was.
Unlike Owen, however, my scars healed with blood and time.
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