The Shaman’s purple leather coat floats as a breeze course under it and as soon as he steps inside the victorian mansion, it slowly slides back into place, following the form of the bluenette’s frame. Golden eyes scan the decors and a hum escape his lips, pleased to see what kind of place he’ll be staying at for the next days, seeing weeks.
Bowing politely to his host, Naum smiles again. “Thank you, Arai. I shall be seeing to my room now, if only to deposit my coat and bags. ” Not that he was carrying much, but it was a burden to keep it around while he would be in the house. Before he went to the staircase, he turned back to look at the vampire some more. “I’ll take some tea. I shall join you in the living room or the dining room?’’
Once he got his answers, he made his way upstairs and went to his designated room, dropping everything in and face planting on the bed. He was exhausted. He’d been walking for a few days already and his exploits with his spirits earlier had left him nearly drained of energy. He needed to replenish himself. Not only that, but he’d loss some blood to the vampire, which left him even weaker. He needed to eat, shower and sleep for the next 20 at least. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way back downstairs without his coat and found his host once more.
” I know I’m asking a lot out of you, but would you, by chance, have any fruits or vegetables here? Meat would be good too, but I’d rather eat fruits.’’ Meat usually fed Wrath. While Fruits or vegetables were good to nurture healing and water elements, which he’d used earlier on.
He’s beginning to remember
why he rarely has guests around, but he knows his irritation stems from discomfort. He doesn’t want to lose control around this shaman and he certainly doesn’t want the other snooping around; he is almost thankful the male is so exhausted. He should sleep for a while if the odds turn out in Arai’s favor.
❛Living room.❜ He answers quietly, entering the kitchen; during their separation, he is able to breathe, exhaling a gradual sigh. He is praying this will not overwhelm him, and truly wonders how long Naum will be staying. He supposes part of him is—dare he admit—eager to have someone nearby and for a moment, he entertains a few ideas in his mind. He refuses to voice them, but the vampire enjoys his little innocent fantasies for the time being. All traces are banished however, when the shaman’s scent grows stronger and Arai can hear footsteps approaching the kitchen. By now, he has arranged the herbs, mashed them up and placed them in two tea bags. An iron kettle simmers on the stove.
His ear pricks in response to the sound of his voice, and the mixed blood arches a slender brow. He doesn’t have the biological need to consume food, why would he have it in his home? ❛Mm..❜ The sound is a thoughtful growl rumbling within his throat.
❛I’ll have to create a garden for you in the morning then, I can’t do it now.❜ Meat is another story, he’ll need to catch an animal and murder it. That is something he can do before sunrise, but there is not a chance that he’d leave Naum alone in his dwelling.
