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[ Demon summoning was something simple for one who's grown though all these Era. And sometimes, a vampire grew... tired. Especially after basically everybody he cared for had vanished. Staff in his hands, blood of Voidsent (he knew Spoken Blood called stronger but he felt no desire to use that right now) spilled in his Summoning Circle, he was ready.

Of course, he wouldn't do this in the Waking Sands. No, he had retreated to his secret Manor, hidden in harsh fog. Having shed his makeup - having let his skin go back to pale grey - the vampire Scion had a grin on his face as he recited the spell. He had drawn a sigil he drew quite often, the incubus who he felt a long-drawn connection to - summoning him at the times where he needed somebody to trust and talk to. And gave payment of sex and food.

Not that he knew that the incubus had become his friend as well. ]

Demon of life and love, I call to thee, though halls of Desire. Hear thy call!

[ Incense burned around, soft smells bellowing though the halls. He was ready. The spell was cast. ]

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...I've been turn to stone before, Thancred. Shattered. And yet, I've survived. Death scares me not.

[ Though the pain is horrific as well. His voice is trembling... in joy. ]

I want to. We have no reason to fear this eternity. [ But then, he muses: ] Those who bond - mortals - exchange rings. Perhaps we should do the same? Celebrate it like them.

[He moves to kiss him. Softly, more like a caress. This man he cared for over so many eras was willing to bond with him... Be connected in ways he'd never thought he'd agree to.]

I would like that... But maybe a different jewel besides a ring... Those are easily noticed,goven their symbolism for mortals. What of earrings, or... I've noticed some ladies get them here. [A finger brush against the others bellybutton.]

[ And Urianger moves to rub his hand down Thancreds' body, settling on the bellybutton as well. ] True. We don't want to appear as if you're taken - for wouldn't that be such a hassle.
[ He's keeping his warmness, even as his tone turns to less seriousness. ]
I wonder how long they'd last? Would it last longer then our tattoos?

[ ...He sort of likes his Scion marks, however. Secretly, he loves this Era and those he's grown close to. ]

[He hums as the hand runs down his body. It felt good. His fingers rubbing around Urianger's bellybutton as he smiled.]

Who knows. You know once these start to fade, we have to leave. [His hand moved to caress the tattoo on his friend's face, before moving over to kiss him.] Hopefully we can go together, this time.

[ He knows. And he lets out a small sigh, as he's kissed. ] It's lonely, having to plan out a realistic death by myself. It may be fun to have another.
[ Yes, he thinks it's fun to plan death. What can you say, he's a dramatic man. ]

...I like this life, Thancred. I wanted to turn those we work with.

We can travel together, to the ends of the world. Maybe not even die, just up and disappear at some point. [He looks at him for a moment, thinking of what he just said.]

How do you think they would take that?

...I think they would not accept it. 'Tis why... I wavered on doing it to Moenbryda.

[ And look where that got them. He gives a bitter smile, moving to kiss Thancreds' neck tattoos. Lingering, for he loves the feeling of blood flowing. ]

I doubt they would survive much longer, if turned. Wandering into the sun, not gifted my recovery skills...

...But my research continues. Into not just that. And... I think results shall flourish soon.

Mmm. She woukd have been nice to have around. But I don't think she would have chosen this life... Would you have?

[He nuzzles at the ear he can reach.]

Have more if you like. I don't think I'm moving much and have time to rest.

A for that research, what are you getting into now?

I had no choice - it is not something I ponder, anymore.

[ He was born this way - as he seems to go for a bite... but instead, goes for a few more kisses, letting his fangs drag on the neck. ]

...I have been observing groups, at the ends of each Era - Astral and Umbral each. They mirror each other in many ways... even scent. [ He oft said nobody carried the same scent. ] And so, this Era... I had manipulated events, if only a little. Given those who had familiar scents a marking of my choosing. When you appeared but a child, do you recall? A stranger, giving you odd fruit...

[ Fruit which left a slight scent for the entire lifetime of a Hyur. ]

And those with that mark came together in the Circle of Knowing, as I thought. Though they carry memories not... they carry the same souls, growing to be similar Spoken. [ In other words, he's proven reincarnation. Perhaps that's why he's calmed down about people dying? ]

[Thancred sighs, then moans as Urianger's fangs drag along his skin. Maybe he was getting addicted to being fed on... He didn't know.]

Yes... I do remember that man. It was you? [He pauses for a moment to think.] Reincarnation then... Although they wouldn't remember us in the end.

That it was. [ He says, as he does pierce for a small suckle. He then gently says: ] I wonder what food such as that tastes like?

[ He gently let out a sigh, licking at the wound he left. ] Memories fray... but we have time to find a way to remind them. If souls carry personality, can they not carry what crafted them? So that we can see them again...

Like the sweetest thing you can think of, along with the best wine. [He sighs at the small nip, feeling him take a small drink. Being fed on was always a strange feeling... Like a euphoria when he was a full meal. This was a small jolt of pleasure... And Urianger was the only one he would allow this taste. He trusted no others with his immortality.]

But, messing with their memories. Their souls. Wouldn't that be meddling too much?

Sweetness... something I've pondered as well. If I am to hold knowledge, then why can I not hold it all?

[ His voice is gentle, though, between taking a little more. Thancred... that is when he can feel full, instead of feasting on those who didn't fill him. His favorite taste. ]

...Have we not been afforded a chance to meddle? If only once, I don't want to lose them. [ He knows it's selfish, as he brings himself closer. ]

Maybe meddle a little... But promise me that if they don't want to remember... You'll find a way to release them from this curse. I don't want others to suffer such long lives unwillingly.

[He allows him to continue to feed, lacing his fingers with the vampire's hand.]

Tell me. What do I taste like?

...I promise. Immortality is something I was born with... but you had a mortal life, at one point. It's... different.

[ Sometimes, he wishes he could experience death. But at the question, he lets out a sigh, wistful. ]

Many different mortals hold different kinds of blood. The healthier, the better it feels - tinted with the most soft of Aether. But you...

You taste finer then anything a mortal could create as a food. Soft and bitter both, the bitterness which makes me shudder and wish it could be with those who age and die.

Though... even though we now know of each other? I still need some of the worse, to appreciate you more. [ (AKA he's not gonna stop hunting. It's... fun.) ]

Hmmm. [He remembers when he was changed. It was pleasurable, but he sometimes wished he could go back and keep himself from making that decision. This long life... not so great.]

So, what? I'm like some sort of fine aged wine you savor? [He's chuckling.]

...There's much I want to learn about death, someday.

[ He says, gently. But his chuckle even feels nice, as he closes his eyes. ] Only the finest. You taste... a little sweeter then normal. Is that because of your mortal body?

[ His fingers have curled into Thancreds' hair. ] ...I love this. Learning more of you.

You shouldn't talk like that. It's not a fun experience. No matter how it happens. [He relaxes, with this man he trusts so much. No matter what he does by day, or how he was almost marked a traitor.]

[He runs his hand down the others chest, thinking for a moment.]

What do you want to learn about me?

...Do you have a choice in where you're reborn? Is it always the body of a Spoken?

[ He cannot help but let out the smallest of chuckles - imagining his dear demon as but an animal. But his voice is also gentle. Calm, as he continues to stroke though the others' hair. ] ...I wonder how many times you've come to me, as I've remained ignorant? Would that I knew how much you'd manipulate I to your own goals.

I can choose what body I wish. But I choose Spoken more... because of how I must feed.

[He doesn't purr, but would if he was the type.] I wouldn't know of your other forms.

[ Gently rubbing down his body, Urianger smiled with his fangs showing ever-so-slightly. ]
I am no master of Glamour. Though it is interesting in passing... I tend to look similar. For one, there are my tells.
...Except when removed by force. It was rather trying when my eyes were removed - a way to mask my golden hue.

Hmmm. [A finger tapping the other's nose as Thancred looks at him.]

That might explain why I'm drawn to people with brighter colored eyes. I'm trying to get to the one who calls me. But, I still don't know if I ever fed upon you in another life...

Even before we make our bond of souls, we are bonded in other ways...

...It sounds romantic, in a way. I wished... I could be with you when not to feed. Even in past lives I've held. But it seemed as if a far-off dream, for what purpose would it solve?

[ As he finishes talking, however, he gives a little kiss. ]

[Thancred puts a hand to Urianger's cheek and holds the kiss longer before pulling away and running his fingers through his hair.]

Company. A way to keep off the loneliness that comes from immortality. Knowing someone else will be there as long as you will. I have felt it too.

Where I wished you were with me... even to just watch the sunset.

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