Before we begin, I would like to remind everyone that time is set back to the time point marked by 'I', Madison, as xxxx (the beginning of volume xxxx). Vertex 23S. Fastest update
Open your eyes, turn around, and take a deep breath.
Sires hesitated and touched the... 'corpse' beside him, "Dear, dear..." Unable to complete the title, "Brill?"
The body didn't respond, but it responded. The collapsed cheeks bulged slightly.
Sires's body shrank under the thick quilt. There was no temperature in the body, and the skin he touched felt a chill that spread, making him instinctively want to avoid it...
I don't know how to express the feeling I want to convey in this scene. But I can remind you of other situations in which I was in the same situation. Then I ask everyone to compare and feel it.
What would Louise do when she was still human and woke up next to Zach every morning? Think back. By the way, it was curiosity that prepared a bottle of blood, fiddled with Zach's dry body, and looked at the body that made him fly in the clouds last night with a wonderful sense of curiosity. Little by little, he recovered from his shrunken and fragile appearance. For the vitality that makes people's blood rush.
Yes, I am trying to use reality and symbolism as much as possible, and I hope everyone can feel it.
Remember this scene belongs to Louise and Zach, no matter whether you have a dirty mind or not, look at it now.
Sires' body had shrunk into a ball under the quilt with various complicated emotions. The physiological phenomenon of waking up in the morning that belongs to normal men is not reflected in Siris' body at all, and it is still going in the opposite direction, shrinking. That is naked vulnerability. Literally, Sires' body under the quilt has no clothing.
The reason is that he, Siris himself, and the 'corpse' under the same quilt as him, were all turbulently swaying in the clouds last night, enjoying the joy that only two people could create.
After stimulating all the vitality of the creature, both of them were unable to pay attention to the clothes that had been pushed there long ago.
What Siris could confirm was that after he evaporated the heat in his body, forgot all the worries of reality, released everything, and completed the thing that pushed the happiness of the two people to the peak, he instinctively hugged the two people sideways, The person who entered the dream was his wife.
A dream, a night, a moment of relaxation for the brain and body.
When he woke up again and his brain took over the clouds from last night, what he saw was... it was still his wife, but his wife was as dry and collapsed as a corpse.
What was bumping and rushing under me last night is now wrinkled and dark; what was soft or intense last night is now stiff and twitching; what was last night...
Everyone can receive the comparison this night. Forget about sublimation, the reality that was forgotten in the clouds last night is now coldly pressing the naked and fragile Sires into the ground.
It seemed to be just a habitual movement. The dry 'corpse' that was filling it turned sideways, and the dry and hard bones pushed the stiff arms to touch the fragile Sires.
The quilt covering the two of them flapped once, and Siris' back exposed to the air felt the winter cold. But the cold air failed to force him back into the quilt. He turned over and completely escaped from the warmth under the quilt. Shrinking down from the bed as the skin all over your body wrinkled into irritating knots.
He hunched his body, looking at the body chasing him and the withered fingers sticking out of the quilt, stiffly groping for his whereabouts, "Dear, dear." Still forcing himself to complete the call, "Awake? Dear, love Yes, do you know where my pants are?"
Brielle, who had her eyes closed, seemed unaware of her state. The reason is simple. The blood has just returned to the organ responsible for thinking, the brain. Unlike humans, sleep for vampires is not rest, nor dreaming, nor relaxation of the body or brain, but simply a pause in life. Brielle was the one who really took over everything last night.
"Let's dance together..." Burrell opened her eyes. It was just like the shriveled corpse in the museum suddenly gave a look that spanned thousands of years.
Then the shriveled Brielle stood up. The heavy quilt didn't seem to be slipping off her skin that had nothing to do with smoothness at this time. It was ridiculously hung, supported, and swayed by her stiff body. With.
The expression that could match Brielle's sudden standing was not reflected on Brielle's face due to the stiffness of his facial muscles. We can only look for clues that reflect the atmosphere from the shrinking and fragile man beside the bed.
The fine crystals began to densely cover the broad and thick shoulders.
Sires, in a naked posture, was sweating in this winter morning.
puff!
The swaying quilt was wrapped around Burrell's body. Her hand, which still felt stiff, stretched out from the opening at the top and pressed against her face. However, she didn't seem to want to re-explain what she just said before her reproductive organ had recovered. Instead, he raised his withered calves like saplings, pushed aside the edge of the quilt, and moved towards Sires beside the bed.
Cyrus tried hard to suppress the trembling of his raised hand, and took off the underwear stuck on the knuckles from Briar's stretched out knees.
"Get out." Brielle opened her mouth and uttered this word.
Sires's body tilted, and his legs were numb due to the combined effect of cold and tightness, causing him to fall down awkwardly.
"I said get out!!"
Have you ever heard the sound of a cat scratching the blackboard
Sires began to crawl.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!!"
It's true love. When Sires crawled out of the bedroom with only a pair of shorts in his hand, the heavy quilt carried irresistible pressure and knocked him to the ground. Yes, I'm kidding.
boom!
The door closed behind Siris.
As if he was exhausted, Sires no longer had the strength to continue moving. He grabbed the edge of the quilt and wrapped it around himself, struggling to get his body off the cold floor...
Cold floor…
Sires was wrapped in quilt and leaned against the door, "Briel..." He was regretting and blaming himself. The real chill was this season, this air, this was the friction and pain that was transmitted to his body after he crawled through it. The ground is not the wife who shared the same quilt with him all night! He was blaming himself for not touching Brielle the moment he woke up. He was blaming himself for avoiding Brielle's instinctive hand.
There was no sound from inside the door.
"I..." Sires just spoke again.
"Blood. I need blood." A voice came from the door.
"...Wait, wait a minute, I'll get it." No matter what Siris originally wanted to say, reality is the greatest, and vampires have the greatest need for blood.
Pause at this time and bring out the scene of human Louise and Zach that everyone recalled before. Please take three seconds to compare.
Do you feel something special? OK, the pause is over.
The emptied blood bottle was thrown into the sink by Briar after Siris had dressed and was making breakfast for one person.
"Why did you only make one serving?" Burrell said without any tone. Don't get me wrong, we have already described this woman's daily state. Probably except for singing at her brother's grave and those uncontrollable moments in the clouds like last night, she always had this cold face.
Siris paused in the scrambled eggs and did not say anything. He took out new eggs and made up for the breakfast portion that a family consisting of a husband and wife should have.
Maybe it was because Siris didn't speak. Briar stood beside him for a while and spoke again, "I won't let this go to waste, I will eat it." His eyes were on Siris.
Cyrus knew that Briar was looking at him, and after moving his tight lips several times, he smiled and said, "I know you can, my dear." He replied.
"Do you love me?" Uh, so typical...
"Love." Siris stirred the eggs in the pot and did not let the movements of his hands slow down his answer. Whether you are over-prepared or not at all confused, you can judge for yourself.
"Do you want to spend your life with me?" is still typical.
"Think." There was no dullness at all.
"Then you will love me and spend your life with me." Burrell didn't make any move, just stood beside you, "I will grow old with you, like Fan Zhuo. I will eat with you. , like Rimmer. I will watch the sun set with you, I will watch the moon disappear with you..." It would be nice if Brielle could have a little tone when she said this, "Wake up together, wake up together Go to sleep." But the tone was not good, which showed that Brielle was very rational, "No." She shook her head, "I will wake up before you. Our life will not be different from before. What happened just now It will never happen again. I promise."
Cyrus stirred the scrambled eggs a little slowly, but quickly resumed, "I know."
"Yeah." Burrell nodded and walked away.
Siris' eyes followed Briar as he left the kitchen. When he took it back, he inevitably passed by the empty bottle thrown in the sink, and the meandering red color slowly flowed on the inner wall... Sireth He looked back.
Do you know the consequences of adding new ingredients to the pot halfway? Reality never pays attention to people's hearts. It will not reveal its overflowing malicious nature in front of you when you have nothing in mind.
Sires panicked and shoveled the half-burnt scrambled eggs into the dinner plate, and subconsciously put the burnt parts on his own plate... He was stunned for a moment, and when his eyes moved to the bottle in the sink again He was pulled back by a hard shake of his head, and there was no hesitation in the movements of his hands. His own plate was full of burnt bits.
Brielle was already waiting on the dining table with a fork in her hand, her eyes unwaveringly looking at the breakfast that Siris placed in front of her. Because she was looking so intently, she didn't notice that the food on her plate was different in color from Siris's.
First bite.
Brielle chewed slowly, without taking her eyes away from the 'food' on the plate that she would need about 30 bites to finish.
We should know why Rimmer can eat normally. That's not an ability, Rimmer is a rigid need of that part of the human body. It's not something Brielle like her can replicate.
It seems that his 'father' having fun with a werewolf in a nursing home still has shortcomings, and Brielle's education is not very complete.
Sires didn't have any ink marks, and he didn't look at the food on the plate at all. When he put the fork into his mouth one by one, his eyes were already on the newspaper on the side of his hand.
Maybe this is the so-called normal life. "Our Southern District Police Chief's apology to Grande will still be reported for a few days..." Siris was just commenting on current events casually.
He was interrupted by Briar who never put the second mouthful in his mouth, "I've finished my medicine, you have to pick it up for me today."
As soon as Siris' eyes turned to Briar, the second mouthful of eggs entered Briar's mouth.
Looking at the slow chewing, Siris understood something, so he nodded, "Yeah. Right away." Without being distracted, he quickly picked up the food on the plate.
The newspaper was taken away by Burrell. She would probably do anything that could slow down her eating.
"There are still no deaths in the Southeast in the newspapers." Burrell also began to express his opinions on current affairs.
The pronunciation was a bit slurred because of the food, "What dead person?"
"Republicans in the southeast are being killed, and there are no reports anywhere." Brielle deliberately put down her third bite of eggs to answer Siris, who had already eaten halfway. "Mokavi told me."
"Oh." Siris lowered his head. Can you feel what this man who has no intention of asking is thinking, just like when he shook his head to avoid looking at the bottle in the sink.
However, some things are destined to be explained, just like being able to say the words 'I will be with you' but completely unaware that you put the red bottle that has been flowing in the sink. Brier is a patient who in our conventional society believes that he needs to take medicine to live. She just lacks something that our society needs.
"She and Benjamin never sleep at night. Their greatest pleasure is to have sex in various strange places." Brielle actually smiled, "Mokavi said it was to compensate for the part where she married a painting. During the day, she To give Tori more face, stay in the nursing home and be managed by Dr. Browning (Emilia) and Mr. Green. No one can take care of her at night."
Sires was using his extreme speed to finish the rest of the breakfast, and didn't bother to respond to the other person's funny topics.
Brielle continued, delaying the third bite of food. "They went to the southeast. Tell me about Blitz's movements when they come back. Tell me whatever you want. Many republicans have died."
"Honey, can you do the dishes?" Sires had already stuffed the last bite of breakfast and stood up.
"I hate washing dishes." Don't expect Brielle to be self-aware in certain aspects. She is just lacking, unless the matter is absolutely absolute and leaves no room for room, and she needs to use her dry body and cold sweat. She wouldn't even notice the comparison between naked and naked Sires!
"Then, I'll take a shower when I get back..." Sires was already walking out.
Do you know what's funny? Brielle didn't even show that Siris came back to get the prescription.
But first of all, it's a good thing for Cyrus to get some fresh winter air...
No. Reality never means pampering an ordinary man.
Sires frowned as he looked at the bus full of people at the starting station. The air in this bus must not be fresh.
If not, you have to wait half an hour for the next one.
Come on, it's easier to stop thinking in a crowded carriage.
On.
The effect was very good. As the car swayed in the flow of people, Siris didn't even think about why the car that started at the border of Barton's South District was full of passengers.
Speaking of reality, you don't want to pamper this man who woke up naked early in the morning.
The fully loaded bus actually stopped, and the greedy driver actually wanted to squeeze two people in here!
Zach and John.
Great, the vampire used his polite smile as a weapon and successfully made the crowded passengers let him go next to him.
"Hey, Siris, what a coincidence."