Marius sighed, a look of sympathy crossing his face. Indeed, he had thought about reading the book Armand had dictated to David, but part of him refused. He would not steal the words he wanted in such a cheap manner. It felt like breaking his fledgling’s confidence.
“I admit that I do have the book, darling, but I’ve yet to open it. These wounds were not meant to be discussed from something as trivial as words printed in a short history of so much life. If you wish to tell me what happened then I will listen and we can discuss it, but I will not read that book until after. I felt it only justified to let you speak your mind without the biase of a text that wasn’t written for the whole world, but for your companions at the time to understand you a bit better.” He replied softly.
He could see the hurt, hear it in his voice when he spoke. Even if they did not discuss it tonight they had an eternity to try later. “All I want is what you’re willing to allow me. I’ve no right to ask you to relive things that I’ve heard pain you, nor would I assume such. I will enjoy your company more than anything, but if you ever do decide to open these wounds again I’m here for you to talk to.” He replied, placing another kiss on his fledglings cheek. “All I want is you, love. What happened in the past can stay in the past unless you want my help with it.”
It had been some time since he had been truly surprised, but Marius had always seemed to possess a unique ability to do so with ease. Had he truly not read ‘his’ book? Even despite the eternal disconnect of their minds, he knew Marius’ words to be true. His auburn brows knitted in a softly curious expression, hinting at the cherubic face that had once so captivated the man before him.
He could not deny that his words stirred a certain anger and bitterness. He wanted to spit venomous barbs at him about how he could have so easily sought him out, or even saved him, if he so wanted to hear and heal his wounds. But how long had it been since he had actually wanted to be found? And it was longer still since he had accepted anyone’s attempts to save him. Why did he hold Marius to such a different standard?
Perhaps he was still too much the awe-struck boy in Venice, desperate to not only please but captivate his master. All he wanted was his attention, and a part of him hated himself for it.
“Let’s not speak of wounds and scars tonight” he practically muttered, his eyes downcast and hidden beneath dark lashes. “I want your company just as you want mine.” His eyes suddenly snapped up to meet Marius’, his face immediately betraying his surprise at his own words. Even after all this time, Marius so easily drew the truth of his heart from him.
“A walk, yes” he said, his fingers finding Marius’ hand but not quite taking it. “And I must feed. It’s been too long.”
Those last four words were the truest statement of the night.