She watched as you sat and started eating. If it affected her in any way, there would be no way to tell. She knew of Vampire's oddities. And this was one she'd seen before.
That soft smile remained on her face and echoed in her eyes. Any of the pain from earlier.. gone. Her smile widens a little as she watches you fill your plate. She is glad you are enjoying it though. Her gaze meeting yours though as you speak, her smile still soft as she nods. "I know and I forgive you. I, too, am sorry. I shouldn't have run like I did." she wondered how the others on the patio thought of your exit though. The thought of it now did make her smile a little more.
Her hand reaches to rest on yours for a moment, giving it a soft squeeze before letting you eat as she sat there with you. She didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable and hoped you didn't feel either of those. And there were things she wanted to say, but perhaps not with everyone else within earshot. Nothing bad, or something you needed to worry about. But not to be said but in private.
Some would tell her that she forgives too easily, but she's learned that holding onto the pain isn't helpful to anyone.
He made his way through the mountain of food on his plate, satiating the hunger that had been steadily building as the hours passed since he awoke. He lifted a forkful of mashed potatoes to his mouth, indulging in the fluffy comfort that filled the void in his stomach. Regret washed over him as he thought about the meager portions served at restaurants...next time, he vowed, he’d eat more before venturing out. His mental disorder could be blamed on hunger; he should never have left the house without at least a snack.
But the anticipation at taking Sioned out had overruled common sense of that moment. Now, as he nestled sat at the table with Sioned, he felt himself relaxing. Then again, he was home...it was coming to be home. Somewhat.
Just then, Sioned rested her hand gently on his. He paused in his chewing, looking up to meet her gaze, his heart quickening. She wore a soft smile, and the dim light from the nearby candle flickered against her skin, illuminating the warmth he so cherished.
“What plans do you have for the rest of the night?” he asked, genuinely curious if she would retreat to bed or linger in the embrace of the night while he worked.
Michael sighed, feeling the familiar weight of responsibilities tugging at him...the calls that needed to be made, the endless cycle of work that loomed.
Ah yes, hunger can turn people into beasts. Perhaps she would think of it next time. There would be a next time right? Well she could hope. She was looking forward to the whole evening. Or maybe they could eat here, then go out for dessert then the rest. The could also work.
She was glad to see you start relaxing again and when your gaze met hers, she smiled a little wider before taking her hand back to let you eat.
At your question she shrugs, "I'm not sure. I might have to take up a hobby soon before I go stir crazy." a soft laugh left through parted lips, blue eyes dancing with the echo of that laughter. "I think I've read most of the interesting books in your library. So maybe the not as interesting ones may be tackled soon." There is a pause, then her eyes return to yours "Of course if there is anything you need assistance with. I'd be happy to help."
She really was going to go a little crazy. Not every night though. Still she has assisted previous Vampires in her life. Even Justine got her working doing things other than being a bleeder. The thought of being a bleeder makes her shiver coldly, she frowns thinking of all the vampires that had their hands on her.. now she only wanted one Vampire's hands on her. She pushes that thought away and her smile returns after a breath.
He slowed his dining as Sioned spoke, his gaze sweeping over her animated form. She recounted the books she'd read, the pages which had kept her company in the silence of the evening and late nights. Her eyes sparkled like sapphires, drawing him in, but the warmth faded as memories flooded back...the memory of Kyra’s liquid brown eyes, her laughter echoing against the walls.
“No, I’ve nothing but... Kyra found her way around the house,” he murmured, slicing into his beef with a heavy heart. “She worked with Helen at first...” His voice trailed off, sadness darkening his features. All sounds faded into the background as he remembered the choices that led to Kyra’s fate. He took a breath and added, “If she hadn’t...” but the words hung in the air, unspoken and sharp.
"At any rate," he forced the memories at bay, "What are you good at which you think might be helpful around here?"
She saw the sadness and sorry as it surfaced and faded and surfaced yet again. She bit back the sigh and smiled softly. Remaining relaxed as she listened and watched. Maybe this wasn't the best time to speak about this. Maybe she should just leave it for now and continue reading while you worked.
Taking a soft breath as you ask what she is good at. Her thoughts drift back to her time in England then the move to Germany. It was her years with the her first master that gave her the skills that might help. She remembered starting small, and working her way up so to speak.
There is a soft shrug as she speaks, her gaze shifting to a point on the table above your plate of food. I have done a lot. I think the only thing I was never permitted to do was cook. I had to become good at each task quickly." Lest she get beaten. That happened often enough the last few years at the orphanage and the first year at her first master's house.. mansion.. estate.. whatever you want to call it.
She adds with a soft smile "This doesn't need to be decided today. I'm sure we can discuss it another day. Or I'll just do something."
Her gaze shifts back to you and she smiles softly. She'd seen the sorrow and didn't want to make you face it again and again as it was discussed. It could wait. She'll figure something out.
