Arecio ate the meal more slowly than ever, and halfway through his meal, he looked up.
"Or..."
"What?" The saint looked in his direction, his tone was steady and calm.
Arecio clenched the spoon in his hand. The neurosis is quite normal, as usual, it seems strange that he cares about taking off his clothes. Neurosis has always been very persistent. If he refuses at this time, he will definitely be questioned. How should he explain it
… Actually I may have a slight crush on you
Do not! impossible! Even if Theo was run over eight hundred times by a carriage! He would never say such a thing!
The spoon twisted in his hand, and Arecio was startled, and quietly rolled the spoon into a ball and clenched it into his palm.
"How about..." He became anxious, "How about I add some more pepper?"
"...You make up your own mind about this kind of thing."
witty! So witty! Arecio is shaking peppers frantically in the bowl. He is really a smart little ghost who adapts to the situation. He will never reveal anything this time. He still has half a bowl of soup to do psychological construction for himself.
"Have you finished drinking?" The always patient neuropathy actually began to urge him, "You've been drinking a bowl of soup for more than half an hour, have you put too much pepper?"
He was right, because Arecio responded with a series of sneezes.
He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water and brought it to Arecio. The blood clan took the radish cup and sneezed with difficulty, the corners of his eyes were red, and he was alive after taking a few sips of water.
But the next second—
"What's in your hand? A spoon?"
"… used to be."
"… "
Ruzius confiscated the small iron ball and put it into his pocket without a trace. Then, he looked at Arecio, who had a tense expression, and smiled a little.
"So, shall we begin?"
There is no light in the main hall, only a little light from the restaurant. The platinum-blond sage lowered his eyes, and first slowly took off the home coat, the loose collar couldn't hide the line of the collarbone. He seemed to be unsheathing a sword on its own. Before that, Arecio would never have imagined that one day, his old enemy would be disarmed in front of him, and even his deadly shoulders and necks would be exposed.
He even smelled a hint of blood in the haze, and the good taste of the past floated from the depths of his memory. Arecio bared his fangs uncontrollably, and he had to raise his hand to cover.
"You... have wounds on your body?"
"Well, I'm practicing new flower knives while chopping vegetables."
Your bridal classes really keep up with the times!
Arecio seriously suspected that this neuropathy was intentional. He resisted the desire to bite the side of the other's neck, and bit his lower lip with his fangs. A little pain helped him concentrate. But even if he bears it, he will never lose.
"Aren't you afraid that I will bite you? Just bite your neck and bite it off!"
The saint chuckled softly.
"The vampires are not trolls, they don't have that kind of bite force, not to mention your fangs seem to be shorter than the average vampires."
"Shut up! Don't be short!"
Arecio, furious, looked around and picked up an apple from the fruit bowl.
"Alright!"
He demonstrated a stunt. With such a light bite, the four fangs were perfectly embedded in the apple. As long as there were no violent movements, the apple would never fall off. This shows that his fangs are still very long. !
However, when he calmed down, he saw the neurotic looking at him blankly.
Arecio nibbled at the apple, and he read many things from his neurotic eyes, such as doubt, pity, surprise, and…
"You laughed at me." The neuropathy sincerely asked for his opinion, "Can I laugh?"
Can't!
Arecio finally heard the sound of the string breaking in his head again.
He sneered, and actually took the initiative to approach the saint, the deep rose-colored pupils were in the dimness, and the shimmer that was unique to dark creatures gradually appeared. He grabbed the old enemy's collar and pushed it down on the sofa, and the shadow cast by the blood clan completely shrouded Ruzius.
"I forgot to ask, how was your last experience?" The blood clan asked softly in his ear, "Is it..."
"Bliss?"
Not only did Arecio remember the taste of Rutius' blood, but Rutius also remembered the moment when he was touched by the fangs of the vampire. His eyes sank slightly, and a long chain slipped out of his cuff, slowly wrapping around behind the blood clan who was suppressing him.
"Because I can't forget that feeling, so I provoke me again, hoping that I will bite you again?"
The long chain gradually tightened, and Ruzius narrowed his eyes, saw the vampire above him showing sharp fangs, and smiled.
"It's a good thing for mutual benefit, why don't you just say it?"
He pulled the saint up, breathing close to the side of the saint's neck. Ruzius felt a breath on the side of his bare neck, it seemed that the vampire opened his mouth, and his slightly pointed fangs were about to touch his skin—
Ruzius' pupils shrank violently, and as long as Arecio dipped in his blood and appeared drunk, his long chain would...
"...Well, is this the Cross of Thorns?"
The expected slight tingling and boundless bliss did not come. Arecio's consciousness was very clear, and he grabbed his shoulder and looked at the tattoo on his right shoulder with a difficult posture. He looked at the tattoo for a while, and suddenly found that the neuropathy did not make a sound for a long time, so he tilted his head.
"What? I really thought I would bite you? Don't worry, although you are always angry with me, I can't afford to bite you."
"… "
This vampire, who has no vampire beauty at all, seems to use biting as a means of punishment and hostility.
The long chain quietly shrunk under the sofa to hide, Luziwusi was silent for a while, and suddenly heard Arecio say in surprise:
"Are you sure this tattoo is called Cross Thorns? Full name? No other name?"
"…Why do you ask that?"
Arecio reached out and touched the tattoo with his fingertips. He felt the muscles under his hands suddenly tense, and he couldn't help laughing.
"Don't be nervous, I'll show you the location, here..."
"And a bird."
… bird
Arecio nodded affirmatively, "The cross is below. I have seen some totems in the temple. Originally, the thorns should be wrapped around the cross, right? You are different. The thorns are still there, but they spread from the cross. entangled a bird."
"The bird looks familiar..." Arecio felt that he must have seen it somewhere. "It smells like an oriental totem, and the style is very similar."
"… Perch?" Ruzius gave a guess that made Arecio immediately think of it.
"Yes, Peregrine, I have seen this flying shape in some travel notes."
After seeing the tattoos, there are more problems now. Ruzius affirmed that he only had cross and thorn tattoos when he was in the temple, and this extra perch pattern may only have emerged in the later period. But why it appeared, and why this pattern only appeared, is still unknown at present.
Ruzius had a vague premonition that the answers to these mysteries were in his lost memory.
Arecio was still looking at the tattoo from a laborious angle, and Ruzius handed over the notebook and pen.
"Draw it down for future research."
"… "
"...It seems a little embarrassing for you."
Arecio glared at him, then suddenly realized where he was now...
He knelt down on the neurotic lap and held the other's shoulder with one hand. The neurotic was probably afraid that he would fall over, so he held a pen and paper in one hand and supported his waist with the other. When Arecio realized this, he quickly broke out of his plexus, and the tips of his ears were still a little hot.
"Then you... draw yourself in the mirror tomorrow."
He even forgot the gnawed apple he had placed on the low table, and went straight upstairs. He was startled by a mad sound.
"Remember to close the windows before going to bed."
He breathed a sigh of relief, replied with a sigh, and went back to his room, putting his head on the bed.
In fact, it was almost... He almost did bite down... Maybe more than that...
In the darkness, he reached out and touched his fangs lightly.
Just now, in an instant, he actually—
I want to give [first embrace] to neuropathy.
Rutius stayed in the living room, still not turning on the light, the long chain rustled up from under the sofa and wrapped around his wrist. He touched his right shoulder, where the tattoos had already changed, thorns entwined the birds, an image symbolizing "binding".
and also…
His eyes moved to the apple on the table, he picked it up, and looked at the bite marks left by the vampire on it.
The four small fangs are neat and tidy.
It was the fangs that left such a mark, and it almost touched the side of his neck just now.
In fact, he didn't know what he wanted to do when he was about to be bitten. He used the long chain he had tamed, trying to use it to control each other's movements when the blood race was intoxicated, or to bind his hands, or to bind his wings that might be outstretched. When his prey falls into the snare, he will…
He brought the apple close to his lips, the one that was originally close to the smooth side, but he suddenly rotated the apple and bit down on the tooth mark. The sweet and sour juice filled his mouth, and he finished eating a whole apple in silence before slowly raising his eyes.
Time to go back to the room.
He reacted slightly.
Arecio didn't find his last night's apple the next day.
He was a little puzzled, so he asked the neurotic who was bringing breakfast to the table.
"Have you seen my apple?"
"The one with four holes?"
"…Yes." Arecio began to regret asking the whereabouts of the apple.
"I thought you never wanted to see that apple again."
"..." That's true.
"Would you like to try oranges next time? I got the thick-skinned varieties."
"To shut up!"
Everyday, Arecio picked up the knife and fork angrily, and he definitely didn't want to bring up the topic of apples. Halfway through eating, he suddenly heard the neuropathy on the opposite side say:
"The rose has sprouted."
"real?"
Arecio excitedly ran to see, and by the way, obscurely observed the growth of the radish. He came to the area close to the fence, and sure enough, some seedlings of plants appeared on the wet soil. He crouched down and looked at it, then reached out and poked it. The neuropathy also came to his side, instead of squatting down, he stood and peeled off a piece of candy wrapper.
"Give me one too." Arecio asked for a candy, stuffed it into his mouth, and showed love to the roses on the ground.
"You're eating candy again."
"… Um."
From Ruzius' point of view, the top of the vampire's hair can be seen, and there are a few broken hairs that are very messy. He stared at the stray hairs in fascination, wanting to stretch out his hand to straighten it out, and realized that in Arecio's eyes, they probably haven't reached the level of doing such an intimate gesture.
His memory was once again pushed forward a long way by the appearance of Crawvinson. So he was not surprised, some of the contents of that old notebook.
The hunter who killed Clausenson eventually committed suicide.
The temple remained silent on this matter, and even just hurriedly collected the other's bones and buried them in an ordinary cemetery instead of the hero's cemetery.
[I think the Glorious Temple should have also noticed.]
In the past, he wrote in his notes, and later, when he went mad, he added a messy laugh beside him.
[I, we, we hunters with destiny, have always received a specific education.]
[And this kind of education has currently been verified as "problematic".]
[We are too concerned about our destiny.]
[I…]
[I care too much about Arecio.]
In his madness, he crossed out all the words between "I" and "Alessio", and under the traces of alterations, a line of characters was fierce and arrogant.
[I…]
[I fell in love with Arecio.]