He knows he’s looking at him, but he refrains from giving him the attention of looking back because he can’t act like he’s interested. He can’t act like he thinks the way he bounces his legs off the side of the bed is cute, and he can’t tell him how bad he wants to pull him into his arms and cuddle him for the rest of eternity. He gives a small nod at his words, continuing to flip slowly through the pages, examining every picture intently. “You should draw more.. And thanks. It’s a relatively new house, really. I’ve been around for awhile, everything looks kind of old to me after awhile, really.” Except for Skylar. Skylar is new and refreshing and maybe that’s why he made him stay before. But what’s the fun of keeping him if he isn’t enjoying it as well?
I didn’t really have anyone before you brought me here. He glances up at the boy, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He isn’t going to open up to him immediately, but he doesn’t mind saying bits and pieces here and there as he begins to trust him more because at this point he can probably trust Skylar more than his own clan. Which is why he reveals the one thing he was thinking about keeping quiet about. “I’m over five hundred years old, Sky. I think we’re in the same boat in terms of not really having anyone else.. — I mean, I have the clan, but they all have their own humans and whatever else, and they’re— yeah..” Speaking bad about other clan members was never good, even if he believed Skylar wouldn’t run off and tell them about it— regardless, he cuts off his sentence and keeps his mouth shut.
Five hundred years old? If one did not know Skylar and how sudden he could be, his next movement would without a doubt be startling. Of course, the reaction to learning someone was that age would vary in large quantities for everyone, but Skylar was — not for the first time, by Brian — completely and utterly fascinated. He was a man of science, at least, he had been until he met him. Did this mean that vampires have always existed? Did it mean other species of Hollywood-brand named “monsters” did as well? It’s strange that these questions hadn’t already run through his mind, but it hits him all at once as he pounces into Brian’s lap, literally, and he straddles him — all intents and purposes being to be as close as humanly possible, so he could look. He puts cups Brian’s face in his hands, his heart pounding so much faster, so much heavier than it has in months as he uses his fingers for hooks and he opens Brian’s mouth, looking at his fangs in particular and — wow! “Sharp.”
