siffleur:
starter call ♡ @faesule, for mitchell.
❝ Well, I can’t say there is any superior knowledge to be gained the older you are. No one really knows… ❞ Just then, his voice trailed off for a moment and he found himself putting on a smile, sending it to his companion, his cup pressing to his lips so he could take another sip. They were laughing just a moment ago, yet the moment shifted and Cecil found that he could not really stop it. ❝ But there’s experience — and well, they don’t get it. They can’t ever get it, what it’s like, no one knows unless they turn. Some don’t know even after. As old as they can be, some vampires are really bloody stupid, ❞ He snorted softly, then shook his head. All the others of their kind ever did to him was ruin him. ❝ But I get it. ❞
❛ yer not wrong ---------------- ❜ no, he knew PLENTY of vampires who never got a clue, plenty of ‘em who still lived in the ignorance of MORTALITY, despite their . . . circumstance. but it was --- it was the humans that mitchell so DESPERATELY wanted to immerse himself in, the humans who should have counted their blessings, that preyed ‘pon the ignorance of their luck. he had never asked for this life, had stared DEATH in the face as they told him not today. ❛ d’you ever miss it though? ❜ he asked the RISKY question --- the one he was never sure would be answered in truth or without taking offense. ❛ the mortality? the humanity? ❜
















