We have differing notions of obvious. [There he is finding his dry wit again. Good recovery. Though a part of him does not want to recover yet. Sometimes there is a strange relief in these vulnerable moments, when he feels as though she sees him clearly, all he is, and judges him worthy.
It occurs to him that there is something he should do next.]
Do you want to ask me anything? I'm not compelled, of course, but call it a fair trade. You know I believe in paying my debts.
[There's no debt, maybe, but he thinks, there is balance; there is fairness, and it matters. And now he's got to give her an honest answer.
It'd be easier if he knew what the honest answer was.
Well, to begin with, it's fair to let her see that he isn't sure. Beckett has to consciously think about making that show; he's lost all natural tics of nervousness long ago, and now the way his eyes flicker left and right looks artificial. But it is honest. His happiness is a difficult subject. He finds it hard to imagine it, really.]
I - can't tell you it would not make me happy to no longer be the last of my Kindred. [And that's already more honesty than he allows himself much of the time.] But I'm not sure I would be happy knowing that I've given this - legacy, such as it is, to anyone. You least of all.
[ Her surprise at the last part is completely genuine. She'd thought -- ]
With all the talking you do about how miserable it is to be mortal, I didn't think you'd view sharing your kind's legacy to be such a bad thing. I'd figured any concerns would be more along the lines of how embarrassing it would be for you if I started trying to add sugar to blood before drinking it, or something.
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Date: 2016-11-26 12:13 am (UTC)It occurs to him that there is something he should do next.]
Do you want to ask me anything? I'm not compelled, of course, but call it a fair trade. You know I believe in paying my debts.
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Date: 2016-11-26 12:56 am (UTC)[ But he's weird about debts, isn't he. Vampire stuff. She's known that since way back when he got sick the first time. It feels like an eternity ago.
Well. To a wee babby mortal, anyway. Maybe that's kinda what she should ask about? ]
But if you insist. Um, the thing we talked about - making me a vampire - do you think that'll make you happy?
[ Because in case he hasn't noticed yet, his happiness is important. The most important, along with Rhys'. ]
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Date: 2016-11-27 10:04 pm (UTC)It'd be easier if he knew what the honest answer was.
Well, to begin with, it's fair to let her see that he isn't sure. Beckett has to consciously think about making that show; he's lost all natural tics of nervousness long ago, and now the way his eyes flicker left and right looks artificial. But it is honest. His happiness is a difficult subject. He finds it hard to imagine it, really.]
I - can't tell you it would not make me happy to no longer be the last of my Kindred. [And that's already more honesty than he allows himself much of the time.] But I'm not sure I would be happy knowing that I've given this - legacy, such as it is, to anyone. You least of all.
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Date: 2016-12-06 06:51 pm (UTC)[ Her surprise at the last part is completely genuine. She'd thought -- ]
With all the talking you do about how miserable it is to be mortal, I didn't think you'd view sharing your kind's legacy to be such a bad thing. I'd figured any concerns would be more along the lines of how embarrassing it would be for you if I started trying to add sugar to blood before drinking it, or something.
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Date: 2016-12-08 07:11 pm (UTC)But vampirism is not merely immortality. It is... there are things I considered a fair price once, but...
[For god's sake lighten the mood lighten it now.]
To begin with, you won't be able to ingest sugar. It's all blood, all the time.