A Talk About New Beginnings
Aug 23, 2009 6:46:30 GMT -5
Post by Graf von Krolock on Aug 23, 2009 6:46:30 GMT -5
The count stood at the castle's battlements with his hands behind his back. It might be considered a sign that the moon was beaming down on him tonight, not hiding as if he were some monster.
In spite of his posture and position, Graf von Krolock wasn't a lord surveying his lands. His eyes were closed, but lightly... not squeezed shut to abolish visions like they had been so many times in his existence. The faces and scenes that came to him now were welcome ones and brought a smile to his lips that hadn't been there for centuries.
He was thinking of his late wife, their child... and his new beloved, Belle.
Before all the recent changes the count would have been sure he'd never be able to think of such things at the same time and smile. How often had guilt and disgust torn at his heart while seducing yet another mortal for their feast? He'd tried to cover his guilt with layers of pretend-passion and fake love, to the point where he himself believed his own lies... but it always ended the moment the lifeblood of his latest conquest touched his fangs.
It was always at that moment when he felt the guilt and pain wreck his body and soul once more, becoming worse with every step he took, every second of his charade in front of the others, every hour and every day of his attempts at penance afterwards...
But not tonight.
Not since Belle had entered his unlife, since nothing had changed when she too became a creature of the night. He could still feel his love for her deep inside, as he could with his love for his late wife and son.
It felt right.
That rightness was what had convinced him in the end, the stark contrast of that feeling with the ones he'd had upon seeing Sarah again was what had prompted him to decide... that he would ask Belle to become his wife.
All he needed was this one blessing. Herbert's blessing.
In spite of his posture and position, Graf von Krolock wasn't a lord surveying his lands. His eyes were closed, but lightly... not squeezed shut to abolish visions like they had been so many times in his existence. The faces and scenes that came to him now were welcome ones and brought a smile to his lips that hadn't been there for centuries.
He was thinking of his late wife, their child... and his new beloved, Belle.
Before all the recent changes the count would have been sure he'd never be able to think of such things at the same time and smile. How often had guilt and disgust torn at his heart while seducing yet another mortal for their feast? He'd tried to cover his guilt with layers of pretend-passion and fake love, to the point where he himself believed his own lies... but it always ended the moment the lifeblood of his latest conquest touched his fangs.
It was always at that moment when he felt the guilt and pain wreck his body and soul once more, becoming worse with every step he took, every second of his charade in front of the others, every hour and every day of his attempts at penance afterwards...
But not tonight.
Not since Belle had entered his unlife, since nothing had changed when she too became a creature of the night. He could still feel his love for her deep inside, as he could with his love for his late wife and son.
It felt right.
That rightness was what had convinced him in the end, the stark contrast of that feeling with the ones he'd had upon seeing Sarah again was what had prompted him to decide... that he would ask Belle to become his wife.
All he needed was this one blessing. Herbert's blessing.