it’s hard to believe how life has turned out for sydney now. well, she certainly has no ambition or dream growing up — what’s the purpose of having those when she already got everything? she doesn’t know what to do, nor she has any idea what she wants to be. apparently being a vampire is something she never expects to happen, but here she is nonetheless. you need to be more careful. she’s heard that phrase a lot back then, hates it even, because as much as she knows she’s troublesome, she doesn’t need the same kind of reminder every single time. maybe it’s time she keeps that in mind, given that sabre probably wouldn’t be there for her all the time. “god, you literally sound like my dad right now.” she scrunches her nose playfully at him. “but you’re nicer, of course. are you sure you’re not gonna regret this? you might get tired from kicking too many asses.” sydney teases the older vampire, putting on a childish grin. “i mean if you can handle that much, sure, why not? be my personal bodyguard then.” after all she loves the idea of someone willing to protect her like this, despite how much of a mess she would get into. “i’d fancy a drink or two for making it out alive so yes, please. that’d be nice.”
The insult—because that sure as shit is no compliment—draws a low growl from his throat. Sans any sign of real threat, but audible all the same. It’s not a first for Sabre, being compared to a coven members father, but it just never sits well with him. Probably because it serves as a constant reminder that it was something he’d never be, and maybe he doesn’t entirely loathe the idea of having a little mini Sabre around. Shaking his head, and ridding his mind of such thoughts, the brunet reaches to curl his fingers loosely around the woman’s wrist, tugging lightly to get her moving and strolling along at his back on their way to his favourite den. Choosing to ignore the father remark, Sabre relaxes his hold before eventually letting go, dark obsidian eyes flicking to meet with Sydney’s as a smirk graces his lips, revealing the barest hint of fangs. ❝I have many regrets in this life, my friend, but looking after you won’t be one of them. Letting you perish at the hands of another, however, would be. I don’t think I’d live with myself. I’d drive a stake through my heart to escape my misery.❞ A breathy, dramatic sigh leaves his lips, and Sabre clutches at his chest, right over his cold, dead heart as he utters, ❝I’d be lost without you!❞ Grinning suddenly, an airy chuckle rents the air and Sabre bumps his shoulder into the others. ❝You worry too much. You’ll be fine. I’ll look after you, and I don’t mind doing it. Now, what’s your poison, little one?❞
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