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"He" would be right.

"He" would be sweet and just as beautiful.

"He" doesn't have to be either to be right.

But that doesn't take away from the fact that "he" is both those things and more.

I don't think "he" feels like much, ashamed he is a killer.

"He" is so much more than just a killer.

*grins*

I wish I was as lucky as he.

*leans in and gives him a gentle kiss on his lips*

I think you are, Marwig. I really think you are.

Edited 2008-01-06 10:07 (UTC)

*if his heart would have still beat, it would have stopped long enough in awe of the sweet gesture which was a kiss.*

*bites her lip and wrinkles her nose a bit in worry when he doesn't say anything*

Are you...ok?

It took him longer than he imagined to answer, "Yes."

"I'm sorry."

She cocked her head at him and frowned.

"Why?"

Edited 2008-01-07 08:36 (UTC)

"I---don't know. I just thought it was owed after how long it took me to---be able to---say it."

He wasn't making the most sense, but things didn't always make sense when someone did something to pull you away from your senses. It was rare that things like that happened, especially to him, but when they had happened before? Unexpected kisses were always to credit for it.

"Oh. It's alright. You didn't have to say you were sorry."

Pausing, she gave him a curious look. "Marwig? Do you really find me beautiful?"

A little bit of it was fishing, but a part of her really didn't think he would find her beautiful. They were so different.

"Beautiful," he nodded in agreement.

He wondered why she asked again after he had told her.

"But...I'm not like the girls that are like you. Do you find them beautiful too? Do you see any of them often? Do you have any ~~girl~~friends like you?"

Oh my. Her mouth was babbling out questions like someone had unplugged it and she had no idea why. She paused and took a breath.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be nosy. You don't have to answer those if you don't want too."

Girls like him? Did she mean other vampires? Vampire girls? Or?

This was a whole lot of questions at once sprung on him, he wasn't sure where to begin.

"I---"

"You mean other vampires?"

Quietly, with a bit of sheepishness in her voice.

"Yes."

"They-ah--"

He looked stunned.

"I don't like most other vampires, ~~It's why I kill them.~~ "

"They are hollow..."

"Oh. You are the only one I've ever really met, so I don't know about the others. Why can't they be like you? Are you special? ~~Really? I didn't know that.~~"

She bit her lip and took his non-metal covered hand in hers, linking their fingers. "Do you have very many friends then?"

"Most are hollow. Most become nothing but shadows. Void of any real substance or goal. They forget who they were before the change."

It felt strange to be talking about this. He had his moments but overall he wasn't a big conversationalist.

"No. I am not special. I just found a reason to exist. ~~Kill the ones I find the hollow in.~~ "

His eyes became slightly larger in surprise when she linked their fingers.

"No."

"That does make you special. You haven't forgotten what you were before. You...are special, Marwig. You are."

She gave him a bright smile and squeezed his hand.

"I'm your friend."

Marwig liked Psyche. Sure at first they hadn't really liked each other, but things had changed and because things had changed so drastically so fast he was a little bit strained for a reaction. His lip began to curl subtly as he applied the smallest amount of pressure it took to squeeze her hand back.

"I know."

Heeey, you got yourself an early Valentine there?