Miika drank, sucking softly to encourage the flow. When he was done, he licked the small wounds until they closed and then relaxed, just enjoying the closeness for a few moments. "Thank you," he whispered finally, lifting his head just enough to be able to look at Alfarinn.
He shivered lightly when the stolen, nay, donated, blood flooded his system, taking away any residual exhaustion from his trip. He once again felt fully, vibrantly alive. His restless spirit and the incessant need to create something, anything, were quiet for the time being, giving him a chance to just be without having to bounce around looking for an outlet. Of course, this had always been the best outlet of all.
He smiled softly, one hand coming up to brush a few stray strands of hair off Alfarinn's forehead. He could feel the other vampire everywhere, from the areas they were pressed together to the essence of his sire filling every cell of his body with strength. He easily picked up the vibes being given off, experiencing the affection and appreciation almost as intensely as if he felt them himself. Such was the way of the empath and it was only intensified by the bond they shared, the one in the process of being revived after so many months apart.
Words were not unneeded, which was just as well, despite his chatty nature, Miika had never been good with expressing himself with words. Which was a big reason he became an artist in the first place, picturing painting a thousand words and all that.
Yet the bond wasn't fully restored yet. Miika tugged at the wide neckline of his shirt, pulling it away from his skin and halfway down his shoulder. He'd unbutton it further, but that would require moving and creating space between them to get his hand in. It was not worth the loss of contact, he would rather just ruin the shirt.
"Please," he asked, the word coming out sounding more like begging than he had intended. Ignoring that for the moment, he tilted his head and offered his neck. "Complete it."
Welcome home
Alfarinn waited in the tower lobby for Miika's return. He had missed the kid, always did when Miika was gone. There was something very refreshing about seeing the world through his eyes for even just a short time. Most people would wonder why he had made such an erratic and fanciful child. Alfarinn would say that they obviously had never spent any time with him, just being with Miika and viewing things from the vantage point of beauty and wonder would have given them an answer.
Perhaps he was wrong in what he had done. Many said that Miika couldn't take care of himself and he knew the rumors were that he made him in order to have someone to care for. Miika was stronger than they realized though admittedly there were times it didn't appear so. In some ways, the kid helped keep him sane and whole more than the other way around. After visiting his studio, Alfarinn always walked away with a sense of peace and purpose, remembering who he was and why he played his role.
Alfarinn held up the antique brass and glass kaleidoscope he'd found at an auction. Looking through and watching the multi colored pieces of glass swirl about and ever changing patterns, He mused that he might have paid more than it was worth on the market but from the moment he saw it he knew it had to be bought. Miika would love it.
Miika Laine
18 years ago
Alfarinn
18 years ago
Alfarinn held Miika lightly for a bit, just enjoying having him close again. Rare moments of stillness that were as precious to him as watching his child paint. It was comforting to him to know that Miika was going to have a few more days in which he could get used to being back without having to worry about feeding. It wouldn't be long though before he'd need to remind him,especially if he had become caught up in recording his visit home in the form of art, or working on some new technique that he was inspired to try.
Miika moved and Alfarinn made a small disappointed sigh, not ready for him to go quite yet. When the redhead reached for his shirt, Alfarinn smiled in relief. Not going yet, he could hold him close a little longer.
He leaned his head up slowly, pressing his lips against Miika's warm skin before sliding his fangs in slowly, as gently as his child had done for him. Alfarinn held him close while he drank, slowly, savoring the taste of Miika. To him it was what color would taste like if color had a taste, like paint and sunlight, warmth and kindness. Sweet and bold...and more.
Then there was the bond between them, brought vividly back to life by their shared blood. Alfarinn could sense the comfort and affection of them both. Now there was peace, after being away, Miika was back.
With the bond strong once more a part of him was whole again.
Miika moved and Alfarinn made a small disappointed sigh, not ready for him to go quite yet. When the redhead reached for his shirt, Alfarinn smiled in relief. Not going yet, he could hold him close a little longer.
He leaned his head up slowly, pressing his lips against Miika's warm skin before sliding his fangs in slowly, as gently as his child had done for him. Alfarinn held him close while he drank, slowly, savoring the taste of Miika. To him it was what color would taste like if color had a taste, like paint and sunlight, warmth and kindness. Sweet and bold...and more.
Then there was the bond between them, brought vividly back to life by their shared blood. Alfarinn could sense the comfort and affection of them both. Now there was peace, after being away, Miika was back.
With the bond strong once more a part of him was whole again.