[ Essek was not sure that they would get to the library tonight which was well and good; rest for Bren was of primary importance and it was getting exceedingly late; a few more hours and then dawn would touch the sky, he'd want to head back to his room within plenty of time-- as the closer grew to drawing down the moon, the heavier Essek's limbs got until he was nearly useless to move.
It was not as bad as it had been when he'd first turned. When the tiredness started much earlier and often times he relied his love to carry him to his room. No, his tiredness came much later, thus giving him a shorter margin for error. ]
Have you ever met a Drow before? Our blood tends to run cooler than most.
[ Essek was rather glad that he was one, it made his movements through society easier. Most people would expect him to avoid the sun and to have pointed teeth, to possess skin that was chilled, like wine stored in an underground cellar.
He was so very close to finishing, to seeing the facial hair drawn off meticulously and reveal a picture that he knew would only serve to make him ache with longing. His fingers lightly caressing against the side of Bren's mouth as he slid the blade against skin, feeling the hot vital thrum of Bren's heartbeat, the quickening. ]
You have nothing to thank me for, you will understand when you see the library-- though I am thinking that shall come tomorrow. I can leave a note for the staff to show it to you when you waken?
[ Though Essek would not mind if Bren waited, he knew how it could be to wait for a treat such as a library; he'd feel just as antsy ]
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It was not as bad as it had been when he'd first turned. When the tiredness started much earlier and often times he relied his love to carry him to his room. No, his tiredness came much later, thus giving him a shorter margin for error. ]
Have you ever met a Drow before? Our blood tends to run cooler than most.
[ Essek was rather glad that he was one, it made his movements through society easier. Most people would expect him to avoid the sun and to have pointed teeth, to possess skin that was chilled, like wine stored in an underground cellar.
He was so very close to finishing, to seeing the facial hair drawn off meticulously and reveal a picture that he knew would only serve to make him ache with longing. His fingers lightly caressing against the side of Bren's mouth as he slid the blade against skin, feeling the hot vital thrum of Bren's heartbeat, the quickening. ]
You have nothing to thank me for, you will understand when you see the library-- though I am thinking that shall come tomorrow. I can leave a note for the staff to show it to you when you waken?
[ Though Essek would not mind if Bren waited, he knew how it could be to wait for a treat such as a library; he'd feel just as antsy ]