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Azwel could easily fall asleep again, right where he is. It tugs at his mind, pulling him into a soft, warm drifting sensation. He lies there until his breathing is calm, and gives a long, gentle sigh. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looks down at her, smiling. His hair hangs around his face in a looping mass of waves and damp curls.

He leans down and kisses her slowly, a soft hum in his throat. "Mmmmmh, I foresee this becoming even more of a regular occurrence," he whispers, smiling. After a beat, he carefully rolls to the side, lying on his back again. "Though I am very curious to know how this change occurred."

She gazes up at him as he props himself up with a faint, fond smile. On a whim she gently reached up to tease one of his damp curls and twirl it around her fingers before releasing the wavy lock as he leaned in to kiss her.

Soft, slow.. she was enjoying the languid kiss while it lasted. "I definitely hope it vill." Rip shifted to her side once he rolls off of her and to his back. Now its her turn to prop herself up on an elbow and gaze down at him while she contemplated on how to explain her changes.

"Vith a lot of special circumstances zhat happened...after our time togezher in zhe hotel." She sighed and moved to curl against his side and rest her head on his shoulder, frowning faintly.

"I got deaged to human und my dominant found me. He vas deaged as vell, but, still a vampire und since I vas human again... I fit zhe requirements needed to be turned properly in our vorld. So, he did.. und it stuck after zhe hotel left."

He listens quietly, nodding.

"Deaged. Hm. I suppose that only makes sense. I saw myself older." He sighs softly, refusing to entertain the thought that that was the only way he'd ever see himself at that age. Instead, he turns his head, resting his cheek in her hair. "Does it feel different, having been properly turned?"

She silently wished she could have seen him older as well. Even if Rip had been aged up, she would have looked the same no matter what.

"Yes, it does. Zhere are senses I didn't know I had before.." She smiled faintly before raising her arm to flex her hand. "I'm stronger, faster.. even more durable. I don't haf to fear dying az much as I did before. Und I don't need my glasses." She grinned faintly.

"Zhere's more zhat I hafn't discovered yet. But, I haf a good teacher. Plus, I can retract my fangs now. Und make my bite pleasurable as you've experienced~. Zhe only downside is, I cannot let anyone find out about zhis. Alucard vould get in trouble und so vould I."

Edited Date: 2019-05-05 01:26 am (UTC)

He had glorious silver hair with faint purple streaks. A real silver fox.

Her description has him quirking an eyebrow, smiling. "I should like to see that demonstrated at some point. And, of course, the effect of your bite needs tested a few more times."

She is, after all, the reason his food bills are so high, these days. He's recovering pretty well from the Fort--looking a lot less underfed, his bones less visible, the contours of his muscles less worrisomely obvious. While his face is still angular it's not as hollowed. And while his middle is still concave it's a little bit soft below the navel. The whole effect seems much more alive and real.

And yet there's a few strands of silver in his hair already

At the mention of keeping this secret his smile grows tender. "I won't say a word," he says softly, reaching a hand up to touch her face. "You know, I like seeing your eyes. They're beautiful."

Then she really wishes she would have seen him as a silver fox. Rip had a thing for older men whether it was just in looks or actual age. Seeing Azwel in such a way would have been the ultimate turn on for her.

"I haf no doubt it vill be tested a few more times~. Along vith a few interesting demonstrations of my new abilities once I haf a little more control." He would be the first to witness them and experience them as she figures out how to use them in the bedroom, just for him.

As for his recovery, she's very pleased he's looking so well and alive. Its a stark contrast from the fort and one she's relieved to see. Though, she still bore no physical signs of the fort, for her.. the recovery is all mental and who knows if she's completely recovered or not.

All Rip knows now is that she loves the man next to her, obedience on the surface was a means of survival and she made triple the effort to keep her more illicit activities from being noticed. Not that there were many, yet.

She leaned into his touch as he gently touched her cheek and nuzzled into the palm of his hand. "Zhen you vill be one of zhe few that get to see zhem vithout zhe frames. I doubt I could haf kept zhis secret from you even if I tried."

"Mmmmm, I look forward to all of it." Azwel gives a long, gentle sigh. He has no idea what caused him to have such wonderful luck as to have her in his life. He's so... contented, here.

Gently he curls his arms around her to pull her toward him and kiss her softly and lingeringly. "To think I'd find someone so perfect in his dreadful city," he murmurs. "To think I'd find love." He kisses her again, hand slipping into her hair, warm against her scalp.

Considering how vicious Rip had been in her world and what lead to her messy death... Finding love in a place like this was a miracle in its own right. She settles against him with a content smile and more than pleased to keep with the soft gentle kisses as she leans into him.

"Ve are both lucky." She really believes that. Both for escaping their final death by coming to this city and for finding each other. Rip's life had been vicious and cruel on many levels before. This..was finally the silver lining to it all. She had someone to love and loves her in return.A very, very rare thing for vampires in her world.

She melts into their next kiss, moaning faintly as she feels his hand in her hair, gentle against her scalp as she poured her love and affection for him into that one simple kiss.