Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

The second Vladimir heard her second bite, his attention was turned back towards her, in a casual manor, having been looking away. His eyes observed her expression, as his hearing tightened, and smell focused. He took in every inch of her enjoyment, a small, hidden smile creeping up on his lips. This, was what the game was all about. Seeing someone revel in something they've never had. A taste so great, they would never taste an apple the same again. Looking at her lips as he spoke, he watched them claps over the apple again, and again, hungrily devouring the apple. It was sad that she were still so cautious with him, and clearly had a short patience for teasing at this point, or Vladimir would've made her cherish it more. Perhaps there would be time for that, another day. As she began her answer, the first part caused a small frown. Not an unexpected one, or one that seemed surprised. He'd expected she didn't quite feel it. But as she continued, the small frown softened, with surprise. He had expected something was different. She was not broken. Not yet, at least. She still had her dreams, although she might not have admitted it right there. The surprise turned to a warm smile, as she chewed down on another bite of the apple, eyeing him. Her question caused him to snicker lightly, as he removed the hat from his walking stick, holding each item out to each side, bowing slightly. A curious citizen. Vladimir gave a small smirk, as he turned towards the river again, looking over it with a wide smile. People say, that it is only the few, who get's a taste of the romance, we all deserve. A horrible thing.. This Era, is so filled with ways to enjoy life. Entertainment, in thousands of shapes. Technology.. Science.. But still, we have not found a way, to appreciate each other, the right way. Hu.. We.. Confuse me sometimes. He stopped himself from referring to himself, and Humans, being two separate things, as he turned back around to face Lydia again. Gazing into her eyes again, with the orange hues of his own, he smiled as he continued. And I wanted to hear, what I already expected. That you still believe it. That even someone who's seen heartache and pain like you, still believe it is out there.. He smiled, as his eyes drifted down Lydia's body, but only for a few seconds. In the time, he did not gaze upon her with eyes of hunger, like most of her clientele might. There was care in his eyes. Admiration. The gaze of a lover, who wasn't just after a naked body. And once he gazed for her eyes again, a smile broke upon his lips, as he reached up to undo the chains, keeping his cloak tied around him. I needed to hear it. And you gave me what I wanted, and I always repay in kind. Stay who you are, and good things shall come to ma'm. They always do, to those who deserve it. And few would go hungry, so that a street child wouldn't. Vladimir made his reason for being there clear, as he loosened the cloak completely, swaying it around himself as it was removed, holding it out towards Lydia. You made two friends today.. Friends, who never forgets a deed. He added, still smiling with the same care as before, as he remained were he was, with the cloak reached out, as if he wanted to put it over her shoulders. This time, he did not ask for her to trust him. Didn't ask her to take a chance. He let her take her own steps.