Bree stooped, arms outstretched to the beautiful child who hurled himself toward her. She caught him in a tight and tender hug, squeezing his little body to her cold, still breast. In all her love for the boy, Bree could have sworn her dead heart gave a murmur every time she held him.
Many would have called him an anomaly. Some, an abomination. But to her, he was nothing short of a miracle. A creation born not of biology but from love. Pure love.
She rose with Duncan in her arms, his mane of wild curls pressed to her cheek. Most children his age smelled of baby shampoo and sweets. But his scent …it was akin to a mausoleum. Clean and cold with dry floral notes.
The mother vampire often wondered when her boy would cease to age. She hoped he wouldn’t grow much older than he was then– that he would stay sweet and small forever. She hoped to remain the center of his world for lifetimes to come. But another part of her was curious to see if he would grow to break hearts the way his mother and father broke each other’s over the centuries. Bree wondered if he, too, would know a love that bore miracles.
“Daddy will back soon,” she whispered into his hair, “He’s gone out to get supper. Are you hungry, my love?”
Her son answered with a sleepy nod.
When he was an infant, she often wished she could breastfeed him like a human mother. There was something so poetic about sustaining the life she birthed. She didn’t like the idea of a child so small subsisting on the blood of animals. Bree knew it was silly, but she felt as though a bit of his innocence flaked away like old lead paint every time he drained the life from a living creature. But he couldn’t help what he was. She and Anthony, they cast their lot in one way or another. Little Duncan was a slave to his instincts.
But this made him no less precious in Bree’s eyes. Nothing about her love with Anthony had been conventional. Why would the very product of it?
“Of course, we’re friends, Rome,” Bree sighed. “But as your friend, I’m not going to suck you into this crazy cesspool that is my personal life. Friends don’t do that to each other. At least, not the good ones.” Running a hand through her curls she let out a sad little laugh.”Trust me, you don’t want anything more. I’m a wreck.”
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“ I hate to break out the i’m a sentimentalist card but even if we are what we are there is that side of me that would like to assume that we are friends as well. The other half is just a bonus. If you do not wish to make it that kind of thing, then I will respect that. Just know it does not have to be like that either. “
msamberpriley I was already a fan before but seeing how hard this dude works gave me so much respect for him. @neyo you did an incredible job!!! And now me and wifey are besties and plotting so I’m ready for this song 😂 love you! So proud and happy for you bro!
“Look, I get it-- We have great sex and we take amazing trips and we have a lot of fun together. But we don’t do this. We don’t talk about our feelings and our families and we don’t have to start. We don’t have to make it that kind of a thing.”
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A low sigh slipped past plush lips thus bringing on a minimal nod from the male. “Fair enough–” He continues on. “But you know me well enough to know I’m not much of a pretender so if you insist on believing I don’t actually care I do not know what you want to hear.”