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I am an old boudoir full of withered roses.

Charles Baudelaire, “Spleen” - “Flowers Of Evil”. (via empiregrotesk)

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Hangeng turned bright pink, one could tell even though his back was still to his master, as his ears were also heated from his embarrassment. "I must have forgotten because I became flustered..." He muttered, honestly having not thought of such a thing. He had been too irritated at the demon. "Well... I guess he got what he wanted then. Oops." He mumbled, getting quieter as he spoke. "AIsh, how embarrassing."

"To blush, one of the downsides of having a cardiovascular system.." the vampire hums softly in amusement as he steps back and turns away to allow Hangeng his space. "Should he visit again, please feel free to show him the door once more.." nodding, his fingers thread together, "it seems he has grown too comfortable in his manner of speaking toward me..."

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Soohyun had been sitting on his lap top in René’s office all night, the curator was busy planing an event, but had wanted to spend time with his mate, so René had offered him to do his work at his place. The ancient looked up from his computer and sat back, he rubbed his eyes out of frustration and looked over at René. The vampire sat in his favorite chair, dim lamp beside him lit, flicking through a book he had probably already read, content to read it over as he had found some joy in the tome.

Rene was clearly deep into the story as Soohyun reached out and shut his computer, work could wait, this moment, looking at his mate could not. Soohyun reclined back in his chair a little to try and sneakily watch the other. The vampire was so beautiful, in the dim light, his alabaster skin faintly glowed, his coal eyes darted back and forth as he read, occasionally his jaw would clench or the corner of his pretty down turned lips would tug up in response to an amusing anecdote.

Soohyun felt a sigh come on, it was a unusual need as he didn’t need the air but this physical motion was born of contentment, joy and fondness for the other man. Rene had a great many quirks every one of them uniquely beautiful, and pivotal in everything he loved about the vampire who had claimed him, not only his heart but his body and mind also.

Soohyun stood, he had removed his suit jacket hours prior, the sleeves were rolled up on business shirt and his tie was hanging to the chair he had occupied, he then moved over to René and held out his hand for the vampire to take.

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Renè does indeed float through fairytales as his eyes scan the pages, drinking in every bit of richly illustrated scenery; the likes of which a daytime afternoon drenched in sun he will never again experience, except for in the pages of his precious books. In the corner of his mind he hears the chair legs scrape across the wooden floor of his study and the man stand, yet it is only as Soohyun’s large mass looms a shadow across him and blocks his light, does the vampires dark eyes raise from his page to look up toward him.

Frowning gently, Renè considers the outstretched hand, before, without a word, his book quietly closes in his palm, and his own hand reaches out to rest within the warm, broad palm of the Crunsik - that ever curious expression still sat on pallid features.

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Hangeng still didn't turn around. He was too embarrassed to face the elder. "Most likely he did it because he was too afraid to confront you directly. I may have startled him when I yelled at him. He clearly didn't realize that I lived with you." He mumbled. What he had said, replayed in his head and he hoped to any God out there that word didn't get back to his master. "He is not easy to bed, I would know. You should really focus on your hygiene rather than other's bed habits."

Hearing what his little robotic boy had shouted back at the demon, Renè’s eye brow cocks in mild surprise, before he clears his throat gently to banish any hint of a smile or chuckle. “Hanging, your olfactory senses are new to you, however you should know that your ever inch holds my scent… he knew exactly where you lived and your closeness to me. It was not me he meant to offend with his words, but you-” smiling softly he nods, “thank you, however, for your attempts to protect my honour…”

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"Very well then." The wolf merely smiled. Taking a last few drops to put the container at half full. He pulled the flask away and put the stopper in it. "Thank you for your time and blood." He placed a gentlemanly kiss against the top of the pale hand. "If you have any more questions for me feel free to ask."

Huffing gently the vampire is somewhat unsatisfied with the man’s answer and his breezy way of dismissing any conflict, what more does Renè have to feed on, if not conflict with others?! As his hand is gently kissed, dark eyes gaze down his broad nose at the man, before he rotates his shoulders a little and lowers his eyes to the vile of dark liquid, “what will you do with it?” He asks, trying to sound uninterested, but he is curious.

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Hangeng turned around, his back to his master. "They spoke of how they felt you had lost your touch and gone soft. Which was disrespectful in and of itself... but then they went on to talk about how easy it must be to..." He paused, folding his arms to keep his hands occupied. "Bed you... except I'm using the heavily censored version of the conversation."

Slowly sitting back with a creak of his chair, Renè lays his hands upon the arm rests as he observes the other struggle to tell him. His eye brow does arch at the offered insult, but it is nothing he has not heard before and knowing that demon, nothing he wouldn't have expected from him, given the amount of times he has refused any and all of his advances. His words, however, had hit their mark it appears, as he watches Hangeng struggle to even voice them. Suddenly a soft chuckle fills the room, a sound not so frequently heard, as the vampire's eyes crinkle a little with amusement and he lifts a hand to hum behind a crooked finger. Slowly he stands, moving around his desk as he watches the other, "Hangeng there are many factors of an insult to consider, firstly, the chosen recipient. Balthazar chose to voice his insult to you, not to me, why do you think that is?" Slowly lacing his fingers, Renè lays them against his stomach as he watches the other.

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Hangeng shut his mouth when the other asked him to repeat what was said and he shook his head. "I won't insult you in such a manner. It would be disrespectful of me to even repeat it to you." He crossed his arms.

“My my, you do seem to enjoy to play the cord of respect this evening, do you not…” Renè hums, waiting a moment to finish up his sentence before he sets his hand down and returns full attention to the mortal. “Come along, out with it. I have asked you to tell me, Hangeng, and so you shall…”

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"I will not." He wasn't phased by the other's demands. A ballsy move but he refused to apologize. The so called 'guest' was one Hangeng had not met before and hadn't been to keen on hearing him insult his master. "I will respect those who respect you."

Clearing his throat softly, Renè lowers long talon like fingers over his ink well and slowly flexes them as words appear written in fresh ink in the note pad he is working in. “Then tell me what it is he has said, that has you so upset…” he hums, eyes scanning the words as he transcribes from his mind.