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â˘Â It was not very often that he went into a frenzy like this, not any more at least. Sure, when he was first turned he was prone to random fits of laughter and/or rage, but now he had adjusted enough to his heightened senses, gotten used to them. They were tolerable now, or managable for the most part at least. So, he felt slightly embarassed that he could not seem to control himself in front of this woman. And that was what she was, a woman â or a lady. She seemed kind enough, and gave off the impression of something feminine and delicate, like most women tend to do â even without realising it.
âAliceâŚâ he repeated, french accent stressing the sound of the âiâ in her name. Her name amused him, as he had never encountered anyone with it before now. Not in all his existence. But, then⌠he also hadnât ventured out until fairly recently. âI like your name, AliceâŚâ Vampire added after a long moment, a small smile to his lips as he spoke, a certain air of charm to his voice.
And he studied her, eyes focused intently on her visage for a reaction. Gaze fell from mirroring hues down to rosebud pout, and then he spoke again; not wanting to seem rude by seeming to ignore her query. âMy name is Nicolas, Nicolas de Lenfent.â he introduced himself in the most gentlemanly fashion he knew of, extending his hand to reach for hers, pulling it up and to his lips to press the most delicate kiss on the back of it.
âBut, I believe your question was who am I rather than what my name is, non?â Brows raised in a playful manner, a curious smirk spreading across his lips. He wanted more than anything to dip into the psyche of her mind, but he refrained, wanting to be courteous⌠for now, at least. âWho I am is no longer a concern, I donât imagine. My family is long since dead, and I⌠I am believed to be the same. However, if I should have any title to me, it would be musician⌠or more specifically, violinist.â
She looked at her hands for a moment when the realisation hit her hard. How could she hate herself that much? She almost shook her head to clear the thoughts. She looked back at him, not any more confident than she was when she first spoke to him.
"Oh, well... Thank you, I guess." She said with a nervous smile. It was a good thing that she never blushed. Or was it? She blinked to prevent herself from being lost in all those thoughts and insanity again.
"I liked your name too." She didn't realise that she was quieter. Then she became louder. "I'm sorry, I..."Â She took a deep breath and shrugged. "I didn't want to be rude or anything. It's just that, I don't like talking about past myself and I would've understood if you didn't want to tell me about yourself because... Who am I? Right? But you can ask me whatever you want-if you like." She shrugged once again and thought, like I ever matter and continued. "I like that though, that you are a violinist." She giggled sadly. "I play the violin too but I don't think I am good at it. I may be better at spells and such." Another wave of realisation hit her hard once again.
"I'm sorry I talk too much. I wouldn't want to give you a headache or bore you- I'm going to stop now." She became quiet and leaned back as she looked at her hands.
