"Don't bother me. You might've noticed, I'm a little cold blooded myself."
It was why her body didn't feel as chilly to him as it might to someone else. His basis of comparison was his own body, and she was a little chillier than that, but not much. She did not, however, remind him of a vampire. Her chill was alive in ways they never could be. It was the difference between the cold of a corpse and the sharp chill of a brisk northern fall night. That kind of chill that made you just feel alive in ways that nothing else for the rest of the year could.
"I really like you, Maeve." It was obvious, but he wanted to say it anyway. Love was entirely too fast and it would be an arbitrary thing to say right now. It wasn't a lofty ideal for him like it was for some, so it wasn't that he didn't want to cheapen the word -- he just was very truthful and blunt, and would not call something what it wasn't. At least, not yet. Who knew what the future would hold?
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timeasmymeasure
Oh dear...that may mean more hard conversations for him...
Date: 2012-09-03 04:16 am (UTC)It was why her body didn't feel as chilly to him as it might to someone else. His basis of comparison was his own body, and she was a little chillier than that, but not much. She did not, however, remind him of a vampire. Her chill was alive in ways they never could be. It was the difference between the cold of a corpse and the sharp chill of a brisk northern fall night. That kind of chill that made you just feel alive in ways that nothing else for the rest of the year could.
"I really like you, Maeve." It was obvious, but he wanted to say it anyway. Love was entirely too fast and it would be an arbitrary thing to say right now. It wasn't a lofty ideal for him like it was for some, so it wasn't that he didn't want to cheapen the word -- he just was very truthful and blunt, and would not call something what it wasn't. At least, not yet. Who knew what the future would hold?