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- Jul 5, 2009
"Please...we can be together forever if you do this, Damian. Don't you love me?"
"Of course I do and that's why I can't do this to you. You'd hate it as much as I do. Jason, I do love you..."
"If you love me, then why are you letting me die? You know I can't last much longer. I'm coughing up more and more blood everyday. Damian, I'm going to die...I don't want to leave you..."
That conversation played through Damian's head many times in his long life. Jason had died that night, not long after their talk. The other male had fallen asleep in his arms and never woke up. No doctor in that time period could tell Damian what had been wrong with the boy and to this day he never bothered to figure it out. He never wanted to find out what had killed his lover since he knew it wouldn't bring him back. Nothing Damian did now could bring Jason back to him. He'd had a chance to keep Jason in his arms forever and missed it.
The vampire laid out on a couch as he looked at the walls of his living room. The walls were lined with paintings of all kinds of styles, though the subject in each painting was the same. A few of them had Damian in them, but there was always this other male there. In the few that Damian was involved in, they were hugging. In one Damian had his face nuzzled into he man's neck, kissing it. If someone were to go around the large house they would noticed that every painting in the house was of the same man. Though few got the privilege of doing that. The furthest anyone got into his home was the ballroom that he held art shows in.
As of lately he'd been thinking about the new art styles that had emerged in the last twenty years. It was time he had a new painting done of Jason. He was always careful about choosing artists. He always looked for local people and people that could use the money he would be giving to them.
Silently, he slipped from his house and into the darkness of the city to look for someone that caught his eye either for food or to do the painting for him.
((Sorry it's not great.))
"Of course I do and that's why I can't do this to you. You'd hate it as much as I do. Jason, I do love you..."
"If you love me, then why are you letting me die? You know I can't last much longer. I'm coughing up more and more blood everyday. Damian, I'm going to die...I don't want to leave you..."
That conversation played through Damian's head many times in his long life. Jason had died that night, not long after their talk. The other male had fallen asleep in his arms and never woke up. No doctor in that time period could tell Damian what had been wrong with the boy and to this day he never bothered to figure it out. He never wanted to find out what had killed his lover since he knew it wouldn't bring him back. Nothing Damian did now could bring Jason back to him. He'd had a chance to keep Jason in his arms forever and missed it.
The vampire laid out on a couch as he looked at the walls of his living room. The walls were lined with paintings of all kinds of styles, though the subject in each painting was the same. A few of them had Damian in them, but there was always this other male there. In the few that Damian was involved in, they were hugging. In one Damian had his face nuzzled into he man's neck, kissing it. If someone were to go around the large house they would noticed that every painting in the house was of the same man. Though few got the privilege of doing that. The furthest anyone got into his home was the ballroom that he held art shows in.
As of lately he'd been thinking about the new art styles that had emerged in the last twenty years. It was time he had a new painting done of Jason. He was always careful about choosing artists. He always looked for local people and people that could use the money he would be giving to them.
Silently, he slipped from his house and into the darkness of the city to look for someone that caught his eye either for food or to do the painting for him.
((Sorry it's not great.))