René battles with himself for a good few minutes on the steps to the man’s building, something stuffed under his arm as he jogs up, before shaking his head and walks back down again. He even makes it a few strides down the street, before again turning back. Pinned to his side and clasped in his other hand is something very precious to him. A bound manuscript of words said to be scribed straight from King Arthur’s lips, in Camelot. Bound beautifully in red leather and gold leafing are old pages of scribbled ink with verses of what makes a good knight. Many of which René believes Regulus fits well. In his own, very convoluted way, he wanted to tell the man he admired him for his service to the demon René only flippantly decided he would help. Regulus has honour and bravery in abundance… that is what the vampire likes about him.
However what worries him is a plethora of issues. Would the man even understand what the giving of the book, that is beyond the price of the whole building in monetary value, but much more to René, actually means. That and that he’s lending it, but that he trusts Regulus to have it and enjoy it, as he has. That René’s books symbolise a part of himself… or would he just think it strange and an uninteresting book. All he has to go by are Don and Yongguk, and though René tries to engage them in discussion about topics or times he is researching, they just find him a bore…
He is far too anxious and self conscious… it does not sit well with him.
Finally he arrives at the man’s front door, having decided to take the plunge, and reaches out to knock. Of course in true monster style Regulus is quick to answer, having already known he was on his way down the corridor perhaps, and the vampire quickly thrusts the book at him. Of course it is not how he had planned it and run through it in his mind. Seeing the tall blockade of a man stood there in the doorway had made him bottle his confidence. “Here… for you. If you would like it, on loan-” he quickly butts that in and instantly grimaces at how it sounds. “Unless… you cannot read or something-” insults, he is becoming predictable in his efforts of self protection. His eyes glance away as he waves a hand, as if it where nothing.
By now, Rene’s scent radiated off every inch of Regulus’ loft. Though, lately, it had grown faint; Rene had been away for quite a long time. So, when the vampire neared the door, Regulus caught his trail within an instant. He watched the door curiously, half expecting the male to enter with as little as a single knock. But, then, nothing happened. Regulus shook his head -- he must be imagining things. Damn, he really had it bad; he needed to be more careful.
His form lay back down to catch the sleep he had so desperately needed. He was just beginning to drift off when knuckle wrapped at the door. The male sat straight up, knowing all too well of that returned scent. He pushed himself up, and he wandered over toward the door, not rushing, nor walking at his slowest pace either.
Sure enough, a familiar face did stare up at him as the wooden slab was swung away. Lashes flutter at the object shoved at him. As his brain caught up, he reached out to receive the manuscript. His palms slowly brushed over the cover as he surveyed the golden-rimmed pages. He remembered very well how the vampire had reacted when Don had injured one of Rene’s books. These bound collection of papers were the vampire’s life, he knew that very well. Regulus appeared stunned for a moment as he cautiously plucked the cover over to the side. This language, he recognized it, but his literary skills in English were somewhat rusty. This was the perfect time to refresh his mind... for Rene’s sake. This could be another excuse to get to know the vampire better.
Rene’s jab was ignored, and before the male could spew anymore nonsense, Regulus dipped forward to press his lips against the vampire’s cold, scarlet tiers. Their flesh melded together in the gentlest of exchanges, and then he drew away. The male wandered back inside, not bothering to shut the door behind him so that Rene could follow if he wished. That should shut him up for a moment, as well as convey his appreciation.”
As he reached the couch, he sank back down, hands caressing the leather before he opened the book once more.
“What is it about? Is this the story about that king?”
He spoke as if he knew the younger had followed him in, after all, why wouldn’t he.
“Mm... Pour me a drink, if you would? There are bags of blood in the freezer.”
