who: @bashianofonte where: idk? anywhere. somewhere.
Matthias had been a vampire for over two centuries and he was still unsure as to whether it was a curse or a blessing. Most days, it was both. Others, neither. But that was so much of what life was, he supposed -- gray area, neither and both at the same time.
“I take it you’re still holding on to the wounded vampire aesthetic,” Matthias noted, a teasing glint in his eyes. “It’s been years since I’ve last seen you and somehow you still manage to look like a puppy who’s been kicked.” Bashiano was one of those gray areas in Matthias’s life; he couldn’t quite say that he was fond of the other vampire, but the idea of him ever ceasing to exist was one that Matthias did not want to consider. For all intents and purposes, Bash was the proverbial thorn in his side -- so terribly sweet and childlike Matthias was almost surprised he’d survived for this long. “Take it from someone who’s something of an expert, you’re much too pretty to frown so much.”