Dorian’s deathlike cheeks immediately burned in shame at having to reveal the wounds. But, slowly, he took off his shirt and lay it down so Lenne could get to his neck easier. His large dark eyes fixed firmly on the corner of the room.

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Lenne chuckled a little and smirked. "Don't worry... I see this all of the time." She smirked wider and then kneeled in front of him, and gently ran her finger over the wound. "It looks pretty deep." She told him, softly.

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His eyes clouded with tears and he took a quivering breath.
“Yes… Not as deep as the hurt and pain goes…” he looked at her briefly and tried to smile “Ignore me, I am speaking nonsense…”

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"No... you're not. I understand completely." She smiled at him and then looked back at the wound. "Please continue. I'm here to listen, as well." She got some medication and started getting it ready to put on his neck.

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Dorian smiled slightly and then looked down.
“I wasn’t always this way… Well actually I have… Sort of… I was cruel… Young… I drove my lover, Nerine, to her death… Told her I wished her dead. So she took a dagger and plunged it into her heart.” His face looked stricken with grief “I repented my deed and sobbed into her hair, begging her to live… The Valar cursed me to immortality when she died. I fled and lived as a Highwayman.” His shoulder shrugged slightly “Then I was bitten. And Kael showed me how to live. That is why I see him as my master. He is the only one I have ever… Taken blood from… and only at his offering. I trust him” he spread his palms helplessly, blind to his foolish trust.

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Lenne looked up from her cleaning the wound and looked straight into his eyes. "And yet... even though you trust him, you do not feel like you are doing the right thing?" She watched him closely. If this was what he felt, then she felt exactly the same way.

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Leyla watched Dorian and Lenne, having slipped into the room, after them, clearly unnoticed. She had watched carefully. "New at being like this?" she asked, poppng out of the shadows, cocking her head at him, lightly.
She had been listening to everything he had said to Lenne.

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Rhan just stood there, beginning to feel very nervous around Kael. Especially now that they were alone. She watched him, worried that if she turned her back he would make a sudden movement.

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Dorian’s moth opened to answer Lenne, a small whisper broke free from him
“I…” he looked awkward at answering questions about Kael, pale cheeks burned crimson. “I do not know what to think about him, Lenne… Should I feel fear? I just do not know…”
His eyes turned briefly to the newcomer in the shadows “new to it… not… so much… a while, really… but it doesn’t make it easier…”
He looked back at Lenne meeting her gaze moment… Then his eyes seemed to look behind her, down the hall, fixing on Kael and Rhavaniel. “Why should I feel this way?” slight crimson flickered in his dark eyes.

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Kael's hair was thrown back again, listening to Dorian's rambling speech. It was with contempt and boredom that he began his narcissistic admiration once again, eyes trailing over the mirror with a smile.
Beauty was a thing he prized most highly, his own especially...
After all, it was often difficult to find one more beautiful than himself...and those who were, were worthy of his admiration.

He glanced to Rhavaniel as the other's left. Their solitude was casting uneasiness over her for certain, especially as he pushed back from the sink and took three steps toward her, his hand upon her waist in a flash.
"Afraid, love?" he whispered.
"I remember asking you not to be afraid...for one such as yourself - I shall refrain my bloodlust."
It was only as he accentuated that part of the word, and bright eyes flashed a vibrant crimson; that danger truly flickered upon this figure.

He wasn't only dangerous...he was deadly.

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Dorian stared straight past Lenne, his dark eyes fixed firmly on Kael. Willing hi self to look away, he gently took a candle from his bedside and watched the flame dance. After a while, he became seemingly hypnotized by its cruel beauty. His mind wandered again, although he was still in heated conflict with himself. His whole being bent on not letting his eyes turn to Kael again.

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Lenne watched Dorian. "I don't know what you should feel... I don't know the man. But, if you feel something tugging at your heart, you should find out what it is and make it stop." She had never had such a good conversation with someone. She smiled at little at him and then gently ran her finger through the flame. She didn't flinch one bit.

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It was noticeable, Dorian's evasion of him - evoking a grin from Kael as he leant down from the waist toward Rhavaniel. He couldn't help but play this game, and the boy always had a knack for winning...

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He looked at her with his large dark eyes. “it does tug at my heart… but it scares me to think of life without someone to guide me… at least through this time.” He caught her hand as she moved it through the flame and smiled gently “you’ll ruin your fingers doing that.” then he saw Kael... His eyes flared and his body trembled violently.

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Lenne laughed a little and looked back to Dorian, her hand still in his. "You care about my fingers?" She smiled and then looked into his eyes, for a few moments. She then noticed that he trembled. "Don't look at him..." She whispered to him, gently.

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His cheeks still deathlike he looked at her again. “yes… Well… you know what I mean…” he smiled slightly and shut his eyes, blocking out what was behind Lenne.

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