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Why Dontas Doesn't Teach"Loki," Dontas murmured, frowning. "There's something wrong with your glasses. I can't see a thing." He leaned forward, peering down at his book, the glasses on resting on the very end of his nose.
"Well duh." Loki retorted. "You don't need glasses, so they're probably blurring everything you try to look at."
"That's dumb. Aren't they supposed to make me see better?"
"Oh my Lord." Loki muttered, moved to sit next to Dontas on the couch, and pressed his face in his palm. "Aren't you supposed to be smart?"
"Kids these days are so rude " Dontas looked up and pulled the glasses off, frowning. "You should throw these out. They're useless. And ugly."
He watched the blonde carefully for a response, but all he got was Loki blinking at him, and dumbfounded expression coming across his face. Confused, Dontas frowned and leaned forward, glasses firmly in his hand, looking Loki over closely.
"Hello? Anyone home?"
"Put the glasses back on." Loki commanded silently.
"Put the glasses bac
HeadachesDontas took a deep, shuddering breath, pressed his palm against his forehead and let it slide down his face. The pain in his head was unbearable, and coupled with how much he needed to feed was torture.
He was leaning against a wall of his friend's flat, trying to ignore Loki's thundering pulse that was emanating from the other room. He was afraid to open his closed eyes for fear that he would completely lose his orientation and end up on the floor and the blonde would have to come to his rescue.
Slowly, he made his way from the wall over to the couch. The very appealing, comfortable looking, maybe-I-can-fall-asleep-on-this couch. In the other room, he could hear that Loki was doing something that probably involved shifting through his drawers, cursing.
Above all of his fretting, however, Dontas could just hear his pulse. Of course, being a vampire, it was faint. But to Dontas, it sounded like the thundering bass of his favorite, most loud rock song. Or maybe the bass of some of
I took his belt.It was mostly for the thrill of pissing him off. The belt itself wasn't anything special; black with some pretty colors decorating it. Nothing that I would go out of my way to buy. But I wore it anyway. It went with the shirt.
I'm excited to know what he plans on doing to me when he notices its missing. I think that he finds pleasure in punishing me. And not the fun way, either; the way that actually hurts.
He's probably going to hit me. Hard. I know he's definitely going to get his belt back, first thing. It probably won't be that hard for him to do, anyway. Its amazing, how confident he is. Its almost as if his confidence rubs off on you, but not in the sense that one might imagine. You become confident in him instead of yourself.
I can almost feel him looking for me. I don't even know if he is or isn't; I don't know if he's even noticed the belt is missing yet. But my confidence in him has instilled a certain paranoia in me. Not that I mind; I would
I took his glasses.Before this whole thing begins, I want to clear something up: I'm straight. I like my women, and I like them very womanly. But, all things considered, Loki is positively adorable when he gets angry. Unlike myself, he is unable to conceal his emotions to prevent himself from getting overly upset.
I was born a vampire, so I have no sense of humanity to hold on to. This life of mine is the only life I've ever known; if you can even call it a life. Loki, however
I'm jealous of him. At one point, he was alive. He had a beating heart, blood running through his veins. He was able to do more than just exist; he knew the rush of being afraid, the thrill of being excited, the lust for something other than blood.
When he was human, his eyesight was less than perfect. He needed glasses for reading, writing that sort of thing. Things that involved reading words close-up. As I understand it, he was a student. He must've done a lot of reading.
When he was turned, his eyesight improved