Percival's eyes scanned the ruined apartment with determination. He longed to witness the beauty Charlie had created. Ever since the day Dean brought him that flyer, Percival knew Charlie had something special. The art Charlie had sampled on the flyer spoke to him; he felt the meaning behind the brush strokes. It was a time long ago when Percival had an obsession for the arts. As an immortal being, time was a stranger to him. Since the passing of his late wife, Percival had filled his endless hours by examining humans and their creativity.
Painting has always held a special place in his heart. The way a canvas, adorned with pigments, weaves intricate narratives never fails to astound him. He harbors no fondness for royal paintings or art that venerates the false idols of history; instead, his gaze is inevitably drawn to candid depictions of nature, people, and their boundless creativity. Charlie is one of those artists. Although tasked with painting Percival's portrait, Charlie did more than that; he captured the ineffable emotions that gleamed in Percival's eyes. It's challenging to articulate; Charlie seemed to possess a sensitivity akin to that of a mind reader, mirroring the depth of Percival's inner world.
Charlie made a soft whimper in his sleep. He shifted in the bed to get more comfortable. Percival looked over at the sleeping boy, his eyes looming over his body. Percival enjoyed watching Charlie as he slept. His favorite thing about it was how peaceful and relaxed Charlie looked. Percival reached over and gently caressed his hand through Charlie's hair, earning a soft hum that made him smile even more.
With Charlie's hair draped over his fingers, Percival lost himself in thought as he continued to play with it.
'This boy is different. He did not shy away when he found out about our kind'
Percival gave a small nod, expressing his agreement. 'Yes, he is truly one of a kind. I am determined to earn his complete trust.'
'A potential mate.' Percival's vampire was more interested in claiming the boy as theirs and he wanted to go much further than Percival has allowed thus far.
Percival sternly looked over at Charlie once more. 'We must be patient. We must show kindness and love,' he insisted. Hearing this, Percival's counterpart inwardly scoffed. Percival was unwavering; he was resolved to shield Charlie from his darker side, regardless of the pain it might cause.
As he surveyed the room, Percival carefully considered his next steps regarding Charlie and seized the chance to gain further insight into the human. With gentle movements, he rose from the bed, ensuring that the blanket was snugly wrapped around Charlie before he moved away.
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As the sun finally rose, Charlie sat up in his bed with a soft yawn. He scratched the back of his head, his eyes opening slowly to wake up.
As the soft morning light filtered through the windows of the cozy studio apartment, Percival greeted Charlie with a warm "Morning, sleepy head." Charlie stirred from sleep and saw Percival bustling about the small kitchen. The vampire was skillfully preparing a plate of breakfast delights, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee.
"I ventured out around your town," Percival remarked. "I love the quaint café here; it serves my favorite breakfast foods and coffee. I hope you like ham and cheese." With a soft grin, Percival extended the plate to Charlie, his eyes reflecting genuine care and consideration.
Charlie felt stunned. No one had ever gone out of their way for him like that. With a growing sleepy smile, Charlie accepted the plate and the coffee. "This is really nice, Percival. Thank you."
Percival nodded. He turned and walked over to the kitchen again to clean up the to-go bag and other trash. Meanwhile, Charlie took a bite of his ham and cheese croissant as he watched the taller male move around the kitchen. Suddenly, something caught his eye. Charlie looked over to his workstation, and his jaw dropped. There was a handful of canvases, the really nice handmade ones that Charlie preferred.
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His Invitation
Fantasy"I will give you a choice, Little One. Would you like me to rail you from behind?" Abraxious licked his lips, his firey red eyes gazed down at the human beneath him. "Or, would you prefer I drill you into this bed while I make you watch?" Abraxious...
