Vampire x Human c:

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"I have made many lives." Silas admits sadly, "In many places. Perhaps sometime you shall travel with me to another country? It saddens me to hear someone so under travelled, one must experience the world to truly live." He smiles again, but his expression was still slightly sad. "Maybe I will indulge you in my life one day, if I can remember it all. But for now, I will keep you in mystery!" He smiles again, hearing a slight knock at the door. "Enter!" He calls to the door, and a small young maid enters the room, pushing the heavy door open. She quickly curtsies to Silas and mumbles a few words before repeating herself louder, "Lunch is being served for you, Sir!" She squeaks and then as Silas stands, nodding his head for Elias to follow him, he walks out of the door, thanking her and dismissing her.


He walks down the long corridor, making sure to keep Elias close in sight, it was a large house, and he did not want him to get lost. He comes to a large door and he pushes it open easily, revealing the large dining hall. The furnishings and paintings in here were much fancier than in his study, and a long dining table was placed in the middle of the room. He never used this room, but it was constantly well cleaned by his staff, the curtains were open in this room, and a large window showed his back yard, covered in snow and with trees and a fancy bench. He walks into the room and takes a seat in the middle area of the table, had he been entertaining, which he did rarely and usually only to other vampires, he would sit at the head of the table, but considering he only had Elias as a guest, there was no point sticking with tradition.


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[Rika]

Suspicions grew in Elias' eyes, but he tried his best to mask it. He was not very good at masking curiosity, but other emotions, he was quite pro at masking. Many lives? The man seemed roughly only a bit older than Elias was. They had to be in the same age range. He must have started traveling at a very young age. Maybe traveling gave you head injuries, and that was why he couldn't remember. You're acting ridiculous. He thought to himself, though his other idea of why Silas spoke as if he was so old was highly highly unlikely. Disturbing images rang through his head of Silas above him(now he was able to make out his face), and holding a bloodied arm up to Elias' lips. The Doctor's eyes widened momentarily, as he thought to himself, before he was interrupted by the maid. Lunch?


Alarm rang within him. Well, surprise at least. They would be.. served lunch? Lunch was scarcely hard to find these days. Elias was lucky if he got two meals a day, though they were generally bread and apples. Which was why he often appeared so skinny and small. Even if he was a doctor, paying for all the books and medical tools made him poorer than average. But.. lunch? Elias followed him, though, head down, and when they were shown to the room, he stared outside the window. The Earth was beautiful when blanketed in snow. No foot tracks. He exited the window, and sat across from Silas, smiling nervously.


"It is very noble of you to feed me. I must-- I must repay you more." First it was his life and now it was his stomach. The man was really kind. "Food is very hard to come by these days." Food, sadly, was beginning to become a luxury rather than a need.

 

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Silas smiles slightly, "That it is, but you don't need to repay me any more! You have already repaid me enough by accepting my invitation, your company is already enough, so please stop stressing." He says, as the food is brought out by two other small maids. They place on the table multiple small covered dishes and take away the covers of them, placing them at the side. Exotic foods and common foods were on the dishes, Silas had wanted to make sure that Elias had choice, and that he was fed well and as much as he liked. He himself simply picked up a small slice of ham and an apple, a piece of bread, and a few slices of a fancy cheese. "Help yourself, I have plenty, nothing goes to waste here." He admits, he had so much food, and fancy food, because he did prefer to stay on good terms with his help, and they did need to eat. Whatever they didn't eat here, would be given to anyone who wanted it, as Silas was not one to waste food. Something about how he had grown up back when he was human had stuck with him, the inability to have very much to eat had stayed in his mind, and he now would not let food go to waste if someone needed it. He looks down at his plate and begins to eat, before looking up at Silas again.


"I do hope that you find my company pleasant, and that you will join me for dinner tonight as well as this meal? Honestly, I do not mind and you do not need to repay me, so do not say it." He smiles slightly as a maid pours water in two glasses and puts them beside their plates. Sadly, Silas didn't want any of this food, or this water, he just wanted the one thing he needed to survive... And he would need it quite soon, too.


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[Rika]

Elias could only stare at him in shock. He wanted no such thing in return, or if he did, he refused to tell Elias by his actions. He wanted nothing back? After saving Elias' life, keeping him in for the night, feeding him? Surely there was something, surely.. He shut his eyes, envisioning what he did a day ago. The taste of Silas' blood.. he could taste it in his mouth just like he did the day before. Silas' blood.. He stared at the luxurious food on the table, however, almost stunned. He didn't speak for awhile, frozen in shock at how much food Silas had, how generous he was to share it.. He'd never seen that much food in his whole life. Even at Christmas time, where food was supposed to be plentiful, he had only seen a small smoked pigeon, bread and salt, cheese, and water. That was heaven to him.


But this.. He plucked bread and sliced apples off the table, as well as cheese. He wasn't big on meat. Of course, he appreciated it and ate it sometimes, but he wouldn't be able to survive off of it if it was the only thing offered to him. Elias smiled graciously, and nodded. "O-Of course, of course I will. If that is your wish, I would love to. I am growing fond of your company, I very much." He grinned sheepishly. "I appreciate all you have done for me, and feel helpless that I cannot do anything in return.." He peered down at the food.

 

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"You do not need to do anything in return, I would not put a cost on your life, and sharing food and my home after so long is more of a gift to me than I would think." He smiles as he picks at his food, he didn't want this food, most food to him tasted bland in comparison to his main diet. He needed to get some soon, when an idea came into his head. Could Elias...? No! He had to stay believing he was human! But... Possibly... If Elias was asleep, most of the time he could do it without ever causing pain if he desired to... And he did say he wanted to repay him. But he couldn't do that, it would be wrong... Oh come on, would it be more wrong than killing men and women and even CHILDREN for their blood? Surely this man... He could try he supposed. Or he could drink from one of his maids... But for some reason drinking from Elias seemed more desirable than drinking from anyone else, even if it meant putting his secret in danger.


Silas was conflicted, he didn't know what he could do, and as he took a sip of water he looked down at his plate frustratedly. On one hand, he could give in to his desires and lusts and he could drink from Elias, but if he did that it opened up two more options, make Elias aware? Or do it while he was sleeping? And then the other option was staying adamant and strong and drinking from someone who was not his guest. He tucks his hair behind both of his ears and looks around thoughtfully. What could he do? He lets out a sigh of frustration and he smiles apologetically at Elias, "it would seem that my head is in the clouds today."


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[Rika]

Elias, despite his uninteresting life, studied humans for most of what he could call a "life". Often times he would predict what they were thinking, why they were thinking.. He was a psychological man. And so, he did not reply to him, only stared at Silas with soft, calculating eyes. What was so important that he was thinking of? He could see.. slight nervousness and confliction. What was hurting him? He looked down at his fingers, smiling and nodding at Silas' mention of his head in the clouds. Well, weren't everyone's head in the clouds nowadays? Though Silas' seemed higher than the rest. He watched him curiously, before stopping his eating.


"Nein." He whispered, his German accent slightly getting the better of him. "You're.. You're thinking of something. There's something on your mind." He mumbled, concern laying in his grey gems as he pressed his hands in his lap. "I see it in your eyes. You're in pain." His voice was low, just a tick above a whisper, and he appeared to be less loose than usual. His expression tightened into what a Doctor should be, for he grew medically concerned for Silas. Elias grew dark, sharp features.. beautiful features. "What troubles you? I want to help you."

 

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"I do not think this is something that can be helped. It is a monstrous disease that can only be fed by a medicine that is wrong to consume." He says quietly, matching Elias' volume. He was touched that the young man wanted to help him so, but was it out of gratitude, still trying to repay him, or did he actually care? He could not be certain. "I fear if I told you what troubled me, you would no longer accept my invitation, and would leave immediately, it has happened before." He sadly remembered the girl from long ago, who had fled when she found out what he was. "It is a pain I have dealt with for many years, I am... Capable, you could say, of controlling it. But..." He was still conflicted, even more so now that Elias had shown interest in helping him. He puts down his glass and sighs while he leans back in his chair, should he tell him? He should have told him earlier when he had asked him, but he had wanted desperately for him to think that he was human, to accept him for his character and not fear him for his disease. He looks up at Elias, in his grey eyes, and he sees what he had seen yesterday but healthier, innocence and beauty, such beauty.


"If I tell you, you must promise that you will not flee, and you will not... You will not fear me. Well perhaps I cannot control you being afraid, but it would be comforting if you could pretend that you are not afraid." He says, raising his eyebrows and leaning forwards, placing both palms flat on the table, looking directly into Elias' eyes still.


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[Rika]

Those frozen eyes captivated him so.. Monstrous disease? But all diseases were monstrous.. All diseases did not have a cure, though, but would the one that Silas had had a cure? He wanted to so desperately help him. Whatever medicine he could find, whatever place he could scour.. Little did he know. So, confused of his conditions, he only nodded, taking them to heart. Flee? Fear him? Why would he.. be afraid? What was wrong with Silas? The man was so captivating, so beautiful.. Everything about him lay in charm, and-- and he must have been so lonely, then, if he insisted on Elias staying and feeding him for nothing in return. Elias didn't know what loneliness was. He was always surrounded by loving patients, beloved colleagues of his..


"I will not be afraid, nor will I free." He said, staring into Silas' eyes with small intent.

 

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"You asked me earlier this morning a particular question, you asked me what I am." He says, quickly, tapping his fingers on the table, he was, to say the least, nervous. Sharing his secret for the first time with someone who wasn't Edith, and had the potential to do what the girl had done, had the potential to fear him. "And I told you I was mortal, you believed me, I did not think I was such a good liar. I am not... Mortal. To say the least I am a monster, a being that kills and hunts mercilessly. I came to your house yesterday to kill you because I thought, perhaps, you would be an easy kill. But I could not bring myself to do it." He says all of this quickly, not stopping to rethink what he was saying or doing, his heart, if it could beat, would be beating too fast, he would be blushing, but he was still pale and still heartless. "I am what mortals call a vampire. A parasite that feeds from the blood of humans." He closes his eyes for a moment and braces himself, before opening them again. He expected that Elias would leave and not come back, either thinking he was crazy or being too afraid, and in which case, the small life he had here would be uprooted and he would have to flee. Probably somewhere up north, to a different city.


He felt as though a weight had been lifted from his chest, however, as he watched Elias with his eyes showing the hint of concern, fear. He was being pathetic, what should a vampire have to fear anyway? This was a small insignificant human that he could squash like a fly if he wanted to, but... He was so significant to Silas despite this.


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[Rika]

The dream he had then.. It was true, it was all true. He had drank of Silas' blood to relief him of his sickness. And surely a story such as Silas' sounded ridiculous to any one. Though, Elias believed him. The story was ridiculous to him. He had never heard the term "vampire", never heard of feeding off someone's blood, never heard of.. of such a thing. And yet, he believed him. He believed that Silas was a parasite that fed off blood and mercilessly killed humans-- he believed that Silas would never die. He didn't know why or how.. But he believed him. His eyes were so entrancing, his voice so dear.. How could he not believe him?


Elias pursed his lips, before standing from his seat, and walking down the table. It looked as if he were going to walk out of the room, but he instead turned and walked to Silas' side of the table, before stopping when he was next to him. Elias breathed, finding a sharp knife and holding it to his wrist. He slowly sliced it in front of Silas, lifting it to his lips as blood so temptingly dripped down on a nearby plate.


"Drink. Please." He demanded softly.

 

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Silas almost stopped breathing for a moment, he was going to leave the room. He was going to flee like she had done, he had known this would happen. But when Elias turned the table and walked towards him he did not understand, why was he coming towards him? And his confusion became surprise as the blood dripped from Elias' arm onto the plate, and he gently took his arm with his hand and brought it closer to his mouth. "You..." He closed his eyes, then re opened them, he could not second thought this. The blood was in front of him, it was so tempting, he could not say no... And, Elias was doing this voluntarily, he was allowing this, which meant it must be okay, it must be. He pressed his lips to the cut on his arm, closing his eyes again as he began to drink from him. He tried very hard not to make it hurt, he held his arm gently and he did not bite down for more, he simply took enough for now, and he savoured the taste. Others blood, over the years that he had been drinking, had not been so sweet as this, this taste was unlike any other, and as Silas pushed away Elias' arm he wished that he could have more, but he would not do it.


He stands slowly, feeling slightly better than he had done earlier, and he cleared his throat, his eyes flickering from Elias to the floor, as he lifted a napkin from the table and dabbed at his mouth to get rid of the blood around the edges of his mouth. "I... Thank you." He says, still not looking at him, as he takes a deep breath. "You have to excuse my actions, it is not every day that this happens. I know that choosing to let something like me drink from you is a hard decision to make, and you have my thanks." He says, turning to look at Elias now, coming back to his usual self.


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[Rika]

The Doctor was expecting it to hurt, but it did not, it was only a tiny, tingling and stinging sensation in his arm. Similar to a bug bite of some sort. He watched as Silas consumed it so carefully, though he would not have minded if it was painful; he had felt physical pain multiple times before. So, when Silas finished himself, he gave those famous, soft smiles, and peered down at his feet. "Nein, nein, I.. I appreciate you drinking from such a mere mortal as I am. You should-- should drink more next time, though, to hold you off longer." He whispered, dabbing his arm with a napkin and beridding the stray blood when it finally stopped bleeding. "I don't mind you taking my blood, Silas, if it is what you need. I'm a Doctor. I heal people, whether mortal or immortal." He grinned gingerly.

 

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Silas shakes his head, "No. I will not drink for longer, I will lose control and you will not come out of it well. So, for now I will just... Go slowly and then, if I ever learn to control myself, perhaps then." He pushes his chair backwards and walks around it, pushing it back underneath the table. "You think I am the kind one for offering you my home and food, but it takes true kindness and bravery to offer a vampire a drink." He says and nods his head at him slightly, before biting his lip. "However, if you don't mind, I would like to... Spend a while alone. You can explore the house, no room is off limits, and I will not be gone for so long." He half smiles at Elias and bows his head slightly as he leaves the room, when he got out of the doors he walked quickly into his study, shutting and locking the doors behind him. He was extremely conflicted now, but he could not tell what he was thinking, and this feeling of no control or clear head was making him feel dizzy. He lights the fire, and then takes a seat in front of it, putting his head in his hands. "You stupid man, Silas.." He tells himself, he should have just killed Elias yesterday, now he had grown attached to him. Vampires should never grow attached to anyone, it never ended well.


Silas didn't want to but he remembered every time he had been betrayed, or had outlived someone. Trusting someone who was different to him with his secret was hardly ever beneficial, and now he was having a hard time thinking anything other than negative thoughts about the situation he had pulled himself and Elias into.


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[Rika]

Elias was surprised at Silas' softness and kindness towards him of the whole situation, though he nodded all the same and watched Silas' back as he walked out the room. Explore the house? No room was off limits? Ah, but.. Elias wasn't much of an explorer. If he saw a mysterious box, he wouldn't open. He was curious of people, not things. Nonetheless, Elias walked out of the dining room, up the stairs until he found the room he was taken to the first day there. The young man laid down on the bed, his eyes slowly shutting as he pressed the side of his face against a pillow. He didn't have a bed back in Munich, but this one.. this one was so.. comfortable..


Silence gathered around the room, and he slowly fell.. to.. sleep..

 

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He paced around the study for what seemed like hours, and he only once thought a thought that was clear and sensible, but he forgot it as soon as he had thought it. He eventually flops down in the chair by the fire, sighing in defeat. He must naturally be a conflicted person, but these conflictions had not occurred until he had decided to save Elias' life. He buries his head in his hands, pulling at his hair slightly. He had got himself into this mess, and now, he would deal with it. He would live with the knowledge that he was attached to this man who could die, or leave, at any time. This breathing man who, for one, was selfless enough to feed Silas. He stands, finally having cleared up his head, he would just deal with it, as it came, and he would not think anything of it, or at least he would not try. He would live like he always had. Silas walks out of the room, leaving the door open, and he walks across the hall and up the staircase, going to the left and down a hallway, when he gets to the end he opens a door, and he smiles as he walks inside the music room. He often found that playing the piano would calm him down, and he felt like he needed it right now.


Silas walked over to the piano and ran his fingers along the keys as he sat down, taking off his black jacket so that he was simply in black trousers and a white shirt, and he sighs as he begins to gently press down on the keys, his soft touch making the piano almost silent, and as the song progressed he pressed on harder, making the notes louder. The song was melancholic, sorrowful, and he could feel the anxiety built up inside it, but it was his favourite to play, and he played it perfectly, all those years of boredom put to use to practice.


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[Rika]

Elias had woken hours later to the soft sound of some kind of.. instrument. It reminded him of his mother. So, he slowly awoke, and rose from the blankets, hair messy and sleep-tousled, though endearing nonetheless. Elias stood on the floor, a tad shaky and off-balance, though he walked anyway towards the door, following the sound. He came to stand across a doorway, and slowly sat outside near it, listening to the sound. Surely it was not the maids producing such a lovely sound. It was.. He peered inside with a tiny smile. Silas. When the song had ended, he walked in, still looking cute and sleepy and his hair was still tousled. "You.. You are such a lovely pianist."

 

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Silas smiles and moves up on the seat so that Elias could sit down, tapping it with his hand to let him know. The brushes his finger lightly over the keys and looks up at Elias, "I have had many years to practice." He says, proudly. He was happy that he liked the song, and he begins to play something else, something slower and filled with longing almost. He stops after a few notes and, smiling genuinely, turns to look at Elias properly. "I could teach you if you wanted? It would not be a bother for me." He says. He has taught people a few times before, with disastrous results. (Let's just say, they did not end their lessons alive.) He brushes some hair out of his eyes, he really did need to get it cut but, he couldn't bear to part with it. He looks at Elias' honey curls and he lifts his hand slowly and takes one gently between his fingers, it was soft and he smiled happily, wrapping the curl around his finger, before he lets go of it and puts his hand palm down on his own knee.


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[Rika]

When he tapped the seat, Elias sat next to him, watching his fingers dance across the keys. How lovely he played.. And Elias had this sudden urge to lock his fingers with Silas', though he quickly dismissed those thoughts. At his offer, Elias gave a small chuckle and shook his head. "Oh, I simply couldn't.. I wouldn't have time to practice anyway, so I wouldn't be a very accomplished pianist. I'd rather hear you play. You must have had many years to practice. You play such lovely songs." Though most would find them sad, Elias had picked them apart and found their beauty. Elias, however, felt Silas' fingers across his curls, and the man watched him in curiosity. Did he do something wrong? Or.. Or was he just laughing at his curls? Elias knew his honey curls were rare. That was what he was famous for. His honey, curly hair. He smiled softly, and shut his eyes.

 

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Silas clears his throat and smiles happily, before he puts his fingers to the keys. "I may play something for you then. It's something I wrote long ago, but I have never shared it with anyone." He had written it during his worse years of darkness and brokenness, and he had vowed then that he would never let another soul hear it, breathing or not. What was making Elias so special that he would willingly share something from his past with him? "I apologise if I mess it up, it has been many years since I last played it." His pale fingers begin to dance slowly across the keyboard as he remembers, the melody coming almost as naturally to him as breathing was to a human. He did not forget this tune, he would never mess it up. It was as though, to him, the notes on a piano were a language that could not be spoken by a human, and once learnt, it was a language never to be forgotten. As he played he remembered the years he had spent in Paris, and he remembered who he had spent them with, and how it had come to an end.

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[Rika]

Elias' eyes widened at the beautiful tune that Silas started playing. He could feel his heart sink lower and lower.. It reminded him of the worst time of his life. It reminded him of his time in Munich as a boy. It reminded him of all the patient's faces he couldn't save. He didn't speak, and when the beautiful song ended, he stared at his feet with solemn, grey eyes, curly hair dangling from his head. "Th-- That was.. such a sorrowful song. But beautiful, nonetheless, very beautiful. You're such a talented pianist." He whispered softly, nothing but sweetness and kindness and admiration in his eyes for Silas. His soft lips were curved into a smile, and his eyebrows were lowered to signify his gentleness.

 

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Silas smiles and then stands up, walking away from the piano and over towards a painting of a landscape which was on the wall, he studies it as he speaks, avoiding looking at Elias. It was a painting of an area down in the countryside that he had used to live, one of his other favourite places besides London. "Thank you, there is always beauty in sorrow, even if we may not think it at the time, but... Now is not the time for sorrow I think. Perhaps something can be done to lighten the mood! What do you say, Elias? Do you have a particular pass-time that you would like to share with me?" He says, turning away from the painting and leaning against a small table lightly. He smiles, a smile that was forced but also desperate, as though if the talk of sorrow did not stop soon he would spiral into it again, and worse so than last time. Silas was looking to be rid of sorrow now, and, it would seem, that Elias was exactly the person who could help him be rid of it.

 

[Rika]

Elias stood as well, following Silas like a puppy, and his eyes widened as he was put on the spot. He blushed, and scratched the side of his head, clearing his throat. "P-Past time?" He repeated in question, and paled at his favorite past time as a child. "W-Well, other than cutting open dead animals, I-I can't say I had one.." He mumbled nervously, but saw a strange smile on Silas' face. The man smiled and tried to think of something quick. "Um-- Um-- I guess I liked to read. A-- And take care of sheep, and--" What was he saying? But that smile appeared so sad, and Elias instinctively took a step forward, grey eyes soft like a lamb's. He pushed black hair from Silas' face, so he could see him, and the young Doctor pursed his lips. "D.. Don't be sad. I will-- I will protect you." No, a little human couldn't possibly protect a powerful vampire, though Elias felt an obligation to protect Silas from something. Maybe it be his own loneliness.

 

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"There is nothing that I need protection from," Silas denies, but he slowly takes Elias' had in his own and looks down at them, studying his hand as though it were the most interesting thing. Silas skin was as pale as the moon that lit the midnight sky, and his heart as cold as the snow that fell just outside the large windows, but in his eyes Elias had skin like the sun, and a heart just as warm. Complete opposites. Dead, alive. The sun, the moon. The warmth and the snow. "But, as for reading, I have a full library as you know, you can read as much as you could ever want in there. And I do insist that if you find any books that you love, please do not hesitate to keep it." It did not matter to him which books stayed or went, for he had read them all, and the only one that he loved was kept hidden in his bedroom, the only room that was always locked. Everything he hold close, that had even the hint of value, was in his bedroom. The safest place, in his mind. It was not on this floor, for it took up the entirety of the attic, and it was cold up there, but he loved it. Perhaps one day he would let someone in there, to see.

 

[Rika]

Elias watched him, his top eyelids lowering, and he looked down, his curls covering his eyes. "Yes, you're.. you're right. I-- I apologize." The tiniest smile, the tiniest flash of teeth, and he stood with his hand still in Silas' grasp. "Um, thank you." His eyes appeared once more, soft and laden with kindness, and he peered down at his taken hand. "It must be becoming a blizzard outside.." He whispered, his cheeks tinted with a pink, and he peered over at the window to see the Earth covered in white. It was so cold, so pretty. But it could not be touched, for it would melt. "What is your favorite book, then, Silas?" He asked softly.

 

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"It's an old tale which was read to me as a child. It is strange how I do not remember such things yet, I know it must have been read to me. It's childish, really, childish stories of demons and angels but yet I still find it to be the one that I love the most. I may let you read it one day." He says this as he turns Elias' hand so that he was looking at his palm, and he absent mindedly trailed his fingers over it, tracing the lines of his palm. He had known a fortune teller once, a gypsy woman who in exchange for coin would tell you your fortune by looking at your palm. He had not got his own palm read for he did not want to hear of his misfortune and bad luck, but he had watched as others did. He wondered if he could one day know how to do it himself. He slowly lets go of Elias' palm and rests his hands back at his sides. He looks back up at him and smiles, "But, as stories go, I would like to hear of your favorite book, if you would be so kind." He began to walk outside of the room, nodding his head as a gesture to follow him, leading them to the library.