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"What's your favorite color?" I asked, my tone curious and light. After our initial meeting, Henrik provided me with clothes and privacy so I could shower. The wound on my neck was still throbbing from where Jenna had bitten me, but I felt better now that I no longer had sweat and grime all over me. Now, we ate breakfast as we asked each other questions back and forth at a lighting pace, trying to figure the other out.
Henrik shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee, "I don't have one."
"A thousand years alive and you don't have a favorite color? Even Klaus has one!" I exclaimed, throwing my bagel down in shock. Henrik looked puzzled at my revelation of his brother, "How do you know that?"
"I asked and he answered. It's orange by the way." Henrik smiled, sarcasm laced in his voice, "I would think red, similar to the blood of his enemies."
"No, it's orange like the flowers he used to crush and use as paint when he was human." The whole story behind it made Klaus feel all the more...human. I watched as Henrik hummed in thought, yet still saying nothing.
"So?"
He looked up at me, deep into my eyes, before finally answering, "Brown."
"Why brown? It's so...boring." I said truthfully, but Henrik just chuckled, "No it's not."
"How so?"
"Your eyes are brown." As a blush filled my cheeks, Henrik leaned closer to me, "In the sunlight, they look like honey. And if you look closer, you can find golden flecks in them. Like stars shining in a dark sky."
I sat in shock, my cheeks flaming as a small smile of satisfaction appeared on his face. He leaned away and I released a breath I didn't realize I had been holding, "What is your favorite color, then?"
"Green, I suppose." I answered breathlessly, before gaining my composure, "Not like a bright, obnoxious green. It's more like...a forest or sage. It's been my favorite for as long as I can remember. I suppose it's calming to me."
Before I could look him in the eyes, the eyes that were a similar color to that I had just described, Henrik reached his hand and gently placed it on my neck, right below my wound, "Is your neck still hurting?"
I shrugged, but winced as a result, "Just a little."
He rolled up the sleeve of his button-up, "Here, feed from me."
"I'm not a huge fan of the taste of blood-"
"Dove. Your neck looks awful. Now drink." He bit into his wrist, and I waited for the cringe or disgust to fill me as usual, but instead, I was filled with anticipation. I looked back up at him to see him nod in assurance before taking his wrist and raising it to my lips.
His blood was different than the metallic taste of death I was used to when feeding from a vampire. It was sweeter, like a rich wine you would find in a fancy restaurant. I held his wrist closer to me as I drank from him, feeling my wound slowly close up. Once I felt it was back to normal, I slowly released his arm and raised my eyes at him nervously.
Awe was all I could see in his forest-green eyes. And before I could say anything, he raised his hand and wiped a drop of blood off of my lip with his thumb, "Better?"
My breath was shaky as I forced myself to nod in response. I noticed Henrik's eyes trailed down to my lips, before lowering and landing on my neck. I knew what he was thinking, and I also knew that I would let him if he only asked. But I needed to stop before I let either of us lose control.
I cleared my throat, "We should get back to Klaus. My stuff is all there, after all."
"Right, of course." Henrik nodded, shaking his head out of his thoughts, "And after?"
"I'm not sure. I need to leave Mystic Falls, at least for a little while." I would return for school, hopefully, but for now, I needed to escape before any Salvatore tried to enact revenge. Henrik looked at me with puppy-dog eyes, "Am I allowed to join you?"
I simply laughed, "I don't think I could keep you away even if I did want to."
