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Interest that Caleb held within another vampire was usually always fleeting; typically, he would become bored with their presence after he had already used them for his own selfish needs. He would seek isolation, leave them where ever they may be, and continue on his own solitary path and leave behind for them no traces, no evidence that he had ever shared their company. That being said, it was certainly something new, especially after so many decades, that he was genuinely intrigued by the man he had met not all too long ago. Alluring. He was undoubtedly attracted, and in more ways than simply one. As he stood on the outside of a well crafted door, taking in details that were far too rare in the current century, he waited while musing over the man in question’s origin. They were Hungarian, had an accent different from Caleb’s own when they spoke in English. It was not first time he had come across an undead who hailed from the country of Hungary, but the first time he had come across a Hungarian pureblood. Perhaps, that was part of the marvel. Their scent alone had spoke of their pure bloodline, but there was a hint of something that Caleb couldn’t pinpoint, something so different from his sire’s blood. Separate from the tale of a pureblood.
Caleb was clad in Victorian clothing, as he always was, never one to find any appeal in modern era attire. A fitted black vest of silk over a carmine coloured button up shirt—long sleeves billowed at the cuffs—matched the form fitting black pants he wore, complimented by the nearly knee high boots in the same dark shade. The vest was imprinted with lace designs, similar to the lace that decorated the collar and cuffs of shirt underneath. In his arms, true to nature, was the porcelain doll he treasured.
As the door finally opened and amber was met with cerise, the corners of pale lips upturned into a faint grin, and Caleb stepped inside once motioned for. His gaze swept over the interior of the house, and he took in every detail, every little intricacy of the architecture, and it became apparent by the expression that fell over his features that he was rather delighted. Because of course, after all the modern buildings, there was finally one that held original, complex designs. It reminded him of the times he still longed for.
"This home is charming," Caleb’s own voice was sweet toned as he spoke, a trace of femininity lingering at undertones of a pretty sound. Amber landed upon Dominik. "We are very pleased."
More than p l e a s e d.
Following after them once they turned, Caleb took brief interest in the tile flooring of the home, how beautiful it was as it sparkled. The sound of heels clicking against crafted marble was enjoyable.
Oh, the finer things in life.
"Will this drink be warm?"
— Peculiar, would be the least thing to say he had been, when choosing his new spot to live, where he’d let his life root itself. For a moment at least, fleeting or long lasting. To be frank he hadn’t expected to stay this long, to lead his life on a whim for more than one entire year. But it was easy enough, making a living out of nothing, and he really needed the rest. The peace he could extract form living on his own without someone nagging at him for forgetting chores or missions he should have committed to ages ago. The simplicity of committing to a hunt he had chosen on his own, on his own accord. He was no longer the blood hound of another clan, he was his own being and he had been for fifty years. They were on his heel, searching for him of course, but he wouldn’t let them find him. Discovery would mean a quick, instant death as far as he knew. Though, how could they — whom had forge him with such care — turn him into dust? If anything, it would be the other way around and it made him smirk, just in the faintest as the thought crossed his mind.
Albeit knowing he had drifted, his eyes soon refocused by the older being, visiting the graces of his home and he was truly proud of open spaces and luxurious halls. It was magnificent, reminded him of places he had seen, places he had wanted to stay. Never had he been anywhere for too long. Curios, where his hues as they observed, studied each curve and crevice of a perfect stature, a perfect frame. Thrilling was the least he could call a moment like this, when exposing himself to an ambrosia-like scent like this. It made his every sense stand on edge, made his skin crawl with desires unfulfillable at that exact moment. Too much respect and too many unanswered questions lingered still, together with his own interest and killing someone as prettily insane as this one seemed like a true waste of energy. It’d be much more amusing to keep him alive, to keep his eyes on him and study every little twist in that old mind.
Partly, because Dominik wanted to see…
If he could recognize himself.
In any of it.
An eye trailed along pretty clothing for a moment, a pleasantly pretty smile curving the crusnik’s lips and he stepped back even further, to guide the elder into his home, accepting the given compliment. “ Thank you, for your generous statement. This home is much to my own pleasure, and brings me much pride. It makes living in modern times a bit more easy for me. ” His explanation was simple, as steps echoed quietly through open halls and he stopped upon reaching his lounge, gesturing for the vampire to sit, if he so desired too.
" If you wish it to be, it can be arranged. “
Dominik nodded, pivoted on his heels to head back into his kitchen, where the expensive bottle and his two glasses had been left, returning moments later with all three items in hand. He set them down on the small table with ease, seating himself a moment later. At a proper distance from the other of course. Everything because of courtesy and grace. details kept in mind. Where these values came from was unknown to him, why he knew such simple things as how to place a glass in relation to a plate when setting a table. It had never been part of his education when younger, but even so he had known it since childhood. Wrapping his head around the royal heritage his name brought with it was difficult enough, and he was quite sure it must have been a wronged statement.
” Please, make yourself comfortable. “
His voice, soft as silk as he spoke, heavy and smooth as velvet and dark like the depths of night, it held authority but also kindness in the way it rumbled. He worked on getting the bottle open with ease, poured some into both glasses, basked in the faint scent of blood that graced the empty air. ” Blood wine. “He then stated, another grin curling at his lips.
”Heated or chilled, dear guest?“