Blaine's supernatural existence had saved more lives than one cared to count but had he died, he wouldn't have to carry any of the responsibility for that. It was nice to hear that Blaine remembered the apology, though thinking about it lifted those time dulled feelings back to the surface. Blaine had been terrifyingly angry and Matthew had deserved everything he'd gotten. It had been well earned.
It would be well earned again, once the Russian started to stir.
Matthew tried to keep the emotion out of his face as he watched Blaine brush Joslin's hair back and managed to succeed until Blaine started touching him. He was always weak to contact and the fear and loneliness that had inspired the entire operation wrinkled around his eyes. There wouldn't be an apology now; even after so many years, it was a hard admission and some part of the elder vampire was sure that he tested those that loved him in an effort to see how true that love was. Blaine had proved everything he needed to in the beginning - the deaths that came afterwards were.. reassurance.
His mouth opened, and then shut. Not being sure what would come out was a sign that nothing should come out at all, so Matthew headed out and towards the front parlor with the comfy chairs, the piano and the bar, hoping that Blaine would follow behind. Matt's throat burned for a drink and his eyes dropped to the limp, heavy body in his arms. He wanted something that burned, instead of something that sated and he sighed as he entered the room, laying Joslin down on the only two seater love seat in the room.
"I found him when he was a boy. They'd beaten him at the orphanage, sold him into the sex trade where he was beaten and worse." Matt looked at the man for a long moment before heading towards the bar. "He was barefoot and bleeding in the snow, running away into the forest under the cover of darkness.. I was out hunting someone, already killed them - I was heading back to town and I stumbled across him, this little stick of a boy with the meanest look on that I've ever seen on a child's face." Behind the bar he went to get a few things; namely a drink. "I gave him my cloak. Told him I would take him someplace safe and warm.."
He paused, glass already prepped with a few cubes of ice and the whiskey bottle in his hand, dark eyes raising up to Blaine with a face shadowed in guilt.
"The ground is a terribly cold place. I can't leave him for the worms."
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It would be well earned again, once the Russian started to stir.
Matthew tried to keep the emotion out of his face as he watched Blaine brush Joslin's hair back and managed to succeed until Blaine started touching him. He was always weak to contact and the fear and loneliness that had inspired the entire operation wrinkled around his eyes. There wouldn't be an apology now; even after so many years, it was a hard admission and some part of the elder vampire was sure that he tested those that loved him in an effort to see how true that love was. Blaine had proved everything he needed to in the beginning - the deaths that came afterwards were.. reassurance.
His mouth opened, and then shut. Not being sure what would come out was a sign that nothing should come out at all, so Matthew headed out and towards the front parlor with the comfy chairs, the piano and the bar, hoping that Blaine would follow behind. Matt's throat burned for a drink and his eyes dropped to the limp, heavy body in his arms. He wanted something that burned, instead of something that sated and he sighed as he entered the room, laying Joslin down on the only two seater love seat in the room.
"I found him when he was a boy. They'd beaten him at the orphanage, sold him into the sex trade where he was beaten and worse." Matt looked at the man for a long moment before heading towards the bar. "He was barefoot and bleeding in the snow, running away into the forest under the cover of darkness.. I was out hunting someone, already killed them - I was heading back to town and I stumbled across him, this little stick of a boy with the meanest look on that I've ever seen on a child's face." Behind the bar he went to get a few things; namely a drink. "I gave him my cloak. Told him I would take him someplace safe and warm.."
He paused, glass already prepped with a few cubes of ice and the whiskey bottle in his hand, dark eyes raising up to Blaine with a face shadowed in guilt.
"The ground is a terribly cold place. I can't leave him for the worms."