[Bren tried to remember simple things like breathing, tried to keep himself from shaking as the anxiety built. He'd made his own personal boogeyman of this secret, of what it would mean. In his mind, echoing over and over again was the voice of Trent Ikithon. 'You are a beast now, a monster. Humans will fear you if they know, and they should. And Vampires, vampires will try to kill you on sight, your very nature an anathema to them.'
He did not believe that Essek would hurt him, but if the drowpire turned away from him, cast him out of his sight and his life, well, Bren wondered if death would be preferable to that.
And oh those words, that nothing could make Essek love him less. He wanted it to be true, prayed to deities that he'd never called on before that it could be.
Not trusting his voice just yet, he nodded, a short, fitful little motion. Yes, sitting might be best.]
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He did not believe that Essek would hurt him, but if the drowpire turned away from him, cast him out of his sight and his life, well, Bren wondered if death would be preferable to that.
And oh those words, that nothing could make Essek love him less. He wanted it to be true, prayed to deities that he'd never called on before that it could be.
Not trusting his voice just yet, he nodded, a short, fitful little motion. Yes, sitting might be best.]