'Love' was such a strong word; a word that Calet was scared to say; scared to show. Though, as he had once known love, he had once known the fear of losing it as well. His love for his late wife and child would remain, and it could never be stronger. They were gone, of course, but Calet couldn't help but continue to love them even though they had been gone for... well, centuries. It was so long since he had been felt their touches. His wife's kiss was amazing and sensual, and he always melted when it happened. His son's touch was soft and innocent, and he always felt comforted when it happened. And although those feelings were long gone now, and he had not felt them in many lifetimes - he still felt the strong love for the both of them. How could he feel anything but? They had been his family; and that was when he felt the most love in his entire life. Hell, even seeing couples now a days had reminded him of his wife and child... and how much he missed them.
It would be a lie to say Calet had not become a shell of a man after his family was gone. He had closed off, found something to occupy his time when he finished wanting to end his life, and now here he was. Centuries later, after he had finally found something to occupy his time - being a vampire healer, that is - he was finally opening up again. The vampire had come across a young human girl, one who reminded him of his late wife far too much... and he could not keep himself away. She was just like his wife. Gorgeous, shy, innocent, but oh so pleasant. And it was Moirai that caused Calet's heart to open up; caused his sadness and sorrow to vanish for a while, and his happiness to emerge and take over that shell. He was no longer overly upset, but rather smiling more often now, and showing that he had a new interest. Perhaps he did not realize that his love was as strong for Moirai as it had been for his late wife... or perhaps he did. It was a scary thing, to tell the truth. He was afraid to open up again; afraid to take in someone and allow them into his heart... because he could very well lose them as he had lost before.
As much as Moirai attempted to impress him, he took notice of it every time. She did the little things here and there; spoke of politics, dressed nicer, became more mature in some areas. He took notice of it all the time, how she was changing and blossoming into a young woman rather than a regular teenager. Of course, he mostly tried to point it out, as well, commenting and complimenting her here and there. He didn't necessarily know she was trying to impress him, though, but it was easy to say he was enjoying her maturity all the same. And the more she impressed him, the more he opened up. Yet, it was clear to say that there were still things holding him back - things that he was not telling her, and things that were still keeping that wall between them. Oh, how he wished he could tell her everything she wanted to know even when she did not ask... but he was afraid to. She would not accept him; she would not want him. She would throw him away and everything... or at least that's how he saw it.
Solitude was most likely the only thing that got him to open up, though. Sure, he was a bit more open in public and whatnot, but he remained far more reserved when others were around compared to when they were alone. He allowed her to be closer to him, and sometimes he even brought it upon them to be so close. Though, like now, he was showing quite a bit of affection. They were dancing, they were waltzing, they were... well, dipping. They remained close to one another as if they were one; as if they could not be separated. And Calet was far from complaining. In solitude, this was how it worked. The two of them could be open with one another (for the most part) and show a hell of a lot of affection - even if they were meant in two different ways. Of course, if someone were to walk in... well, that would throw the entire thing off.
If Calet had a heart, his would be racing. If he could sweat, his palms would be soaked. If he could feel nervous internally, his stomach would be fluttering and turning in circles with butterflies. For once, Calet was entirely happy. There was nothing holding them back from continuing their dance, and Calet was just savoring the moment with her. There were moments, of course, that he was tempted to lean down and give her a loving, passionate kiss on the lips while embracing her - but those urges were set aside in the back of his mind. The vampire was far too nervous; far too terrified of where things would go after that. But the dance would continue, and he would not allow it to stop until it was time - which, that time was coming far too quickly than he liked.
Each night that Calet was in the human kingdom, he remained nearby the castle. Either it was to speak to Moirai as his merchant identity, or it was to write to her as his hidden one. Whatever the situation, he always found the time to stay on the ground and watch her from below. It was a bit of a stalkerish quality, yes, but could one blame him? He was in love with the human girl, and he was terrified to tell her who he truly was. Standing below and watching her was his way of observing her qualities; of seeing what she did when she was alone. And oh how he had wished he was able to watch her when she took his advice on exploring herself... and oh how he wished he could have been there as she wanted. Though her occultus was not her merchant friend, but a person she had never met. If only she knew that he was occultus; if only she knew that they had been in love through the letters, but she was in love with the older merchant friend who came to visit her quite often. Perhaps then she would have invited him to her room... which he mentioned wanting that in his next letter.
Calet could feel his senses tingling as the urge to sink his fangs into Mo's throat was growing stronger. He was restraining himself, trying to keep his humane instincts in control rather than his vampiric ones. He could not bite her; he would not let that happen. She was so innocent, something he did not want to corrupt by letting his animalistic side out. And as strong as the urge grew, he knew he had to stop it soon. So, as soon as he pulled her up, Calet made sure his lips remained closed around his teeth when he smiled to her. If she were to catch a glimpse of any type of fangs - whether they were entirely elongated or not - she might become frightened. Or, she might not even think anything of it. Whatever would happen, he was not going to take any chances on that. Not now... not tonight. This was far too pleasant to ruin - far too special.
The confusion and sadness in Mo's voice struck Calet like a lightning bolt hitting a metal rod. His chest had a sharp pain go through it - something he hadn't felt in centuries. Gritting his teeth lightly, the vampire sighed lightly, closing his eyes momentarily before reopening them to look down to his human friend. The green color was quite noticeably darker, yet if she were not paying attention, maybe she wouldn't have thought anything of it. "Yes... I must leave. But no thank you on the transportation, I will be fine. I apologize about the abruptness of this, though," he said, his hand raising so his fingers could gently brush her blonde locks behind her ear. He was hoping he could soothe her even just the slightest before he disappeared, but by the looks of it that little hope would be vanishing quite soon. She was upset, and it crushed the vampire to know that. And, even now, his hands remained on her as they had been when they were dancing. He did not want to leave - but he knew it was necessary... she knew it was necessary, as well. They always had to part ways eventually...
Before Calet could really do anything, Mo asked why he was leaving. He paused, his eyes looking away momentarily as he seemed to be thinking. Yet, with a slight sigh, Calet leaned in to press a gentle, but loving kiss to the human girl's forehead. "I have a lot of business to attend to in the morning, as you know. I shall come to see you tomorrow night, darling. Do not worry... we will see each other again soon," he said, smiling a bit more to her. By now, his instincts had calmed yet again; the urge to bite her and feed from her almost completely gone now. Yet, he knew he still had to leave. He needed to feed; to get his fill before seeing her again. It was important to do so just in case the urges and instincts were too strong tomorrow night, and he was unable to control himself.
Pulling back, Calet gently cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "I promise I will come see you tomorrow night, alright? Perhaps we can dance a bit longer then." A slight nod of the head was made, and Calet pulled back completely; separating them from one another. Bowing lightly, Calet reached out to take her hand so he could kiss the back of it softly. "Until then, Your Grace." With that, Calet let go and turned to leave. He was just hoping she would not try to stop him...
It would be a lie to say Calet had not become a shell of a man after his family was gone. He had closed off, found something to occupy his time when he finished wanting to end his life, and now here he was. Centuries later, after he had finally found something to occupy his time - being a vampire healer, that is - he was finally opening up again. The vampire had come across a young human girl, one who reminded him of his late wife far too much... and he could not keep himself away. She was just like his wife. Gorgeous, shy, innocent, but oh so pleasant. And it was Moirai that caused Calet's heart to open up; caused his sadness and sorrow to vanish for a while, and his happiness to emerge and take over that shell. He was no longer overly upset, but rather smiling more often now, and showing that he had a new interest. Perhaps he did not realize that his love was as strong for Moirai as it had been for his late wife... or perhaps he did. It was a scary thing, to tell the truth. He was afraid to open up again; afraid to take in someone and allow them into his heart... because he could very well lose them as he had lost before.
As much as Moirai attempted to impress him, he took notice of it every time. She did the little things here and there; spoke of politics, dressed nicer, became more mature in some areas. He took notice of it all the time, how she was changing and blossoming into a young woman rather than a regular teenager. Of course, he mostly tried to point it out, as well, commenting and complimenting her here and there. He didn't necessarily know she was trying to impress him, though, but it was easy to say he was enjoying her maturity all the same. And the more she impressed him, the more he opened up. Yet, it was clear to say that there were still things holding him back - things that he was not telling her, and things that were still keeping that wall between them. Oh, how he wished he could tell her everything she wanted to know even when she did not ask... but he was afraid to. She would not accept him; she would not want him. She would throw him away and everything... or at least that's how he saw it.
Solitude was most likely the only thing that got him to open up, though. Sure, he was a bit more open in public and whatnot, but he remained far more reserved when others were around compared to when they were alone. He allowed her to be closer to him, and sometimes he even brought it upon them to be so close. Though, like now, he was showing quite a bit of affection. They were dancing, they were waltzing, they were... well, dipping. They remained close to one another as if they were one; as if they could not be separated. And Calet was far from complaining. In solitude, this was how it worked. The two of them could be open with one another (for the most part) and show a hell of a lot of affection - even if they were meant in two different ways. Of course, if someone were to walk in... well, that would throw the entire thing off.
If Calet had a heart, his would be racing. If he could sweat, his palms would be soaked. If he could feel nervous internally, his stomach would be fluttering and turning in circles with butterflies. For once, Calet was entirely happy. There was nothing holding them back from continuing their dance, and Calet was just savoring the moment with her. There were moments, of course, that he was tempted to lean down and give her a loving, passionate kiss on the lips while embracing her - but those urges were set aside in the back of his mind. The vampire was far too nervous; far too terrified of where things would go after that. But the dance would continue, and he would not allow it to stop until it was time - which, that time was coming far too quickly than he liked.
Each night that Calet was in the human kingdom, he remained nearby the castle. Either it was to speak to Moirai as his merchant identity, or it was to write to her as his hidden one. Whatever the situation, he always found the time to stay on the ground and watch her from below. It was a bit of a stalkerish quality, yes, but could one blame him? He was in love with the human girl, and he was terrified to tell her who he truly was. Standing below and watching her was his way of observing her qualities; of seeing what she did when she was alone. And oh how he had wished he was able to watch her when she took his advice on exploring herself... and oh how he wished he could have been there as she wanted. Though her occultus was not her merchant friend, but a person she had never met. If only she knew that he was occultus; if only she knew that they had been in love through the letters, but she was in love with the older merchant friend who came to visit her quite often. Perhaps then she would have invited him to her room... which he mentioned wanting that in his next letter.
Calet could feel his senses tingling as the urge to sink his fangs into Mo's throat was growing stronger. He was restraining himself, trying to keep his humane instincts in control rather than his vampiric ones. He could not bite her; he would not let that happen. She was so innocent, something he did not want to corrupt by letting his animalistic side out. And as strong as the urge grew, he knew he had to stop it soon. So, as soon as he pulled her up, Calet made sure his lips remained closed around his teeth when he smiled to her. If she were to catch a glimpse of any type of fangs - whether they were entirely elongated or not - she might become frightened. Or, she might not even think anything of it. Whatever would happen, he was not going to take any chances on that. Not now... not tonight. This was far too pleasant to ruin - far too special.
The confusion and sadness in Mo's voice struck Calet like a lightning bolt hitting a metal rod. His chest had a sharp pain go through it - something he hadn't felt in centuries. Gritting his teeth lightly, the vampire sighed lightly, closing his eyes momentarily before reopening them to look down to his human friend. The green color was quite noticeably darker, yet if she were not paying attention, maybe she wouldn't have thought anything of it. "Yes... I must leave. But no thank you on the transportation, I will be fine. I apologize about the abruptness of this, though," he said, his hand raising so his fingers could gently brush her blonde locks behind her ear. He was hoping he could soothe her even just the slightest before he disappeared, but by the looks of it that little hope would be vanishing quite soon. She was upset, and it crushed the vampire to know that. And, even now, his hands remained on her as they had been when they were dancing. He did not want to leave - but he knew it was necessary... she knew it was necessary, as well. They always had to part ways eventually...
Before Calet could really do anything, Mo asked why he was leaving. He paused, his eyes looking away momentarily as he seemed to be thinking. Yet, with a slight sigh, Calet leaned in to press a gentle, but loving kiss to the human girl's forehead. "I have a lot of business to attend to in the morning, as you know. I shall come to see you tomorrow night, darling. Do not worry... we will see each other again soon," he said, smiling a bit more to her. By now, his instincts had calmed yet again; the urge to bite her and feed from her almost completely gone now. Yet, he knew he still had to leave. He needed to feed; to get his fill before seeing her again. It was important to do so just in case the urges and instincts were too strong tomorrow night, and he was unable to control himself.
Pulling back, Calet gently cupped her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "I promise I will come see you tomorrow night, alright? Perhaps we can dance a bit longer then." A slight nod of the head was made, and Calet pulled back completely; separating them from one another. Bowing lightly, Calet reached out to take her hand so he could kiss the back of it softly. "Until then, Your Grace." With that, Calet let go and turned to leave. He was just hoping she would not try to stop him...
