World Without End | Sitkolson [C]

TWENTY-SEVEN

Vinny and Lynn sat high up in one of the trees, their eyes set on the rising sun.

Lynn didn't know it, but Vinny always had a crush on her. Vinny was young when he decided to start his hunting, therefore stopping his aging process at twenty three. Lynn was twenty four, and much more mature.

Lynn saw Vinny as a best friend, but sometimes more. You could say she was confused, because she was. She could snap at him, then apologise and want to go for a walk with him.

The two had a strange relationship. It wasn't like any vampire, or human relationship, but it was something. They liked to keep close, but not too close because they knew the consequences. But, sometimes, it was a little hard for the two to hide it.

"You know," Vinny started, not turning to Lynn, "I've known you for thousands of years and I still don't know your birthday."

Lynn chuckled, swinging her legs, "Why does it matter now? Besides, what do we need to celebrate? I'm not going to sit around and wait for people to clap a million times."

Vinny laughed, shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know."

Vinny was usually shy, so it was easy to make him flustered. Well, easy for Lynn, anyways.

She was tough, and built her walls up high. But Vinny's smile could somehow lower them.

"March fifteen." Lynn said, smiling.

Vinny nodded his head, "You're not too old, really."

"Says the youngling." Lynn chuckled, turning to Vinny.

"Hey!" Vinny lighty hit her shoulder, "I'm only a few hundred years younger."

"That's a big number, Vinny."

"Not when you've lived longer than anyone else. Not when age is just a number because we'll be living until the end."

Lynn smiled, sighing, "When did you become so deep and serious?"

Again, Vinny shrugged his shoulders, causing Lynn to laugh.

The two spent the rest of the morning in front of the sun, their position in the tree not changing as they talked about anything that popped up.

Neither of them were necessarily looking for anything romantic, but the feelings were there, sensed and returned by both of them.

•|•|•

Angelo sat down on the bed next to Chris who rested his head on Angelo's shoulder.

Chris felt terrible for acting the way he did. Ricky and Ryan were his brothers, and he angered both. He didn't want to, but he also didn't want Ricky to get hurt at the hands of Ryan. After knowing Ricky his entire life, Chris could tell when Ricky was hiding something. He also knew how much they cared for each other. But if those feelings grew any more, Ricky and Ryan would do anything for each other. Death included. Chris wanted to try and stop that, so he did. But, he didn't succeed. He could already see that Ricky loved Ryan more than what he lead on.

"I know why you told Ryan not to start something," Angelo said, his voice quiet as he stroked Chris' hair back, "But you should've known he wouldn't listen."

"Are you mad?" Chris asked, playing with Angelo's free hand.

"No, of course not." Ange kissed Chris' head, "I love you, Chris. I would've done the same thing because I understand your intentions."

Chris sighed, looking up at his blue eyed lover, "How do you always find the right words to say?"

Smiling, Angelo kissed Chris, "Magic."