Soohyun had been sitting on his lap top in René’s office all night, the curator was busy planing an event, but had wanted to spend time with his mate, so René had offered him to do his work at his place. The ancient looked up from his computer and sat back, he rubbed his eyes out of frustration and looked over at René. The vampire sat in his favorite chair, dim lamp beside him lit, flicking through a book he had probably already read, content to read it over as he had found some joy in the tome.
Rene was clearly deep into the story as Soohyun reached out and shut his computer, work could wait, this moment, looking at his mate could not. Soohyun reclined back in his chair a little to try and sneakily watch the other. The vampire was so beautiful, in the dim light, his alabaster skin faintly glowed, his coal eyes darted back and forth as he read, occasionally his jaw would clench or the corner of his pretty down turned lips would tug up in response to an amusing anecdote.
Soohyun felt a sigh come on, it was a unusual need as he didn’t need the air but this physical motion was born of contentment, joy and fondness for the other man. Rene had a great many quirks every one of them uniquely beautiful, and pivotal in everything he loved about the vampire who had claimed him, not only his heart but his body and mind also.
Soohyun stood, he had removed his suit jacket hours prior, the sleeves were rolled up on business shirt and his tie was hanging to the chair he had occupied, he then moved over to René and held out his hand for the vampire to take.
Renè does indeed float through fairytales as his eyes scan the pages, drinking in every bit of richly illustrated scenery; the likes of which a daytime afternoon drenched in sun he will never again experience, except for in the pages of his precious books. In the corner of his mind he hears the chair legs scrape across the wooden floor of his study and the man stand, yet it is only as Soohyun’s large mass looms a shadow across him and blocks his light, does the vampires dark eyes raise from his page to look up toward him.
Frowning gently, Renè considers the outstretched hand, before, without a word, his book quietly closes in his palm, and his own hand reaches out to rest within the warm, broad palm of the Crunsik - that ever curious expression still sat on pallid features.
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