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Hmm. Well, in my world, those stories come from common misconceptions about vampire culture. As a predator species, we can see in the dark and our sense of smell is quite good, so we're well suited to hunt at night. However, I've nothing to hunt here, as you can see. No reason to keep myself up and about when I've much better things to do with the rest of society during the day.

[ ... Well, what he means is that he doesn't see other humans as prey, not that he has literally nothing available to hunt... Same difference? ]

[it's fine, he reads into it-- there are plenty of people here, and he's said he doesn't have many he feeds off. with the context he has, it's more clear what midnight means.]

I guess it'd get pretty lonely, right? Only being awake at night, living separately from most people in that way.

Wouldn't it? For millennia, my fellow vampires lived like that... It was a different time, I suppose, but there's a reason why there are so many rumors and legends about us in the first place. Perhaps, in a sense, it was inevitable. Circular. No one cared to risk speaking to a vampire, and the vampires eventually grew hungry in their isolation... One wonders how it all started.

[ Because he doesn't actually know. The war has been going on for longer than history itself. ]

...it never takes much, so-- one guess is probably as good as another. Whether someone got scared and went after a vampire first, or a vampire got hungry and fed from someone first... things usually end the same way.

[that's just how it goes. how people are, human or otherwise. nobody even remembers, most likely, but what happened as a result? that always gets remembered.]

So the only thing one can do is try to change the circumstances around oneself...

[ ... But he's thought about this enough to realize that he's probably going to drive himself mad one day. Or, well, he would have, but he's not going to live long enough to get there.

For a Sarkaz, to embrace death is to embrace the last and most precious gift.

Midnight's hand wanders behind Netzach's head, fingers carding through long hair. ]

Well, at the very least, I shouldn't like to live like that. Seems rather dull. Thousands of years without ever seeing the sun...

[ ... Not unlike the way Netzach's life has gone, now that he thinks about it. ]

...it's pretty rough.

[that's exactly how netzach's life went, yeah.]

I know I already said we couldn't leave, but the facility was underground, anyway. No windows, no light. It's... not a way anybody should live, if they can help it.

[his head tilts a little into midnight's hand.]

It isn't. It shouldn't have happened to you...

[ Midnight continues stroking Netzach's hair, giving him firm pressure to push against. Confirmation that he's here, that he doesn't intend to leave. ]

And, well, it won't happen to me. So... if you ever need good company in living the rest of your life, call me. I am an expert in happiness, you know.

-yeah. I can tell.

[he's-- unsure, at first, but with the reassuring contact, how comfortable he's gotten-

it's easier to murmur:]

It's fine. This makes me happy enough.

[ Midnight laughs just a tiny bit, but only because he's always surprised when people say that with anything but the utmost sarcasm. ]

Good. You make me happy too. [ He's... tempted to tell him that he'll keep making him happy, but that seems a bit like a topic that will lead into territory he'd like a safe set of lips for. Maybe another night. ] And sleepy. Your friend was right, you know, about your voice. Or at the very least I find your voice very soothing. Feels as though I may drop off right here.

[ Which is odd for him. He's used to suddenly losing consciousness, then waking up stunned and a bit disoriented. Slowly falling asleep is... certainly different. ]

[yeah it would absolutely lead into that territory, after what he's said so far tonight... don't do that to netzach when midnight's face is injured.]

Good. At least that means I have one way to make sure you rest, right?

Hmm. I could get used to this.

[ He pauses his grooming for a moment, then feels around on his side table for his terminal, sets an alarm for an hour, then puts it back. He pulls the covers back over them both. ]

Should wash up, but... just a bit longer.

[ He pulls in Netzach again for a proper cuddle, nose in hair, fingers curled behind his ear, face warming in their combined body heat. Sleep... not bad? Sleep good, actually? Big if true, large if accurate. ]

...alright. Just a bit.

[he says, as if he isn't tempted to turn that alarm off after midnight falls asleep just to make sure he gets enough of it. he's so tempted to do it.

this also would conveniently bypass the impending period of... well, lying here while midnight goes and washes up, because he has a feeling he might die a little bit.]

I don't mind it, if you do get used to it.

No? Hmm. I might get difficult. That's how we got here, you know... my modus operandi. I'll find new and interesting ways to frustrate you, trust me.

[ ... He doesn't actually mean to sound this soft and teasing, especially since he can't read netzach well enough to know he's got it as bad as he does. He's just sleepy. ]

I'm pretty sure I can deal with you if you do.

[he feels relatively confident in this, unfounded as it may be... especially considering how unfair that tone is.]

Hnn... I'll hold you to that.

[ All right. He takes in one more deep breath, finally gives in to the temptation to nuzzle the top of that green head with the tip of his nose, then sighs that breath back out. He is about to give this resting thing a shot. Baby steps. ]

No backing out now... You're my artist now...

...wouldn't wanna back out anyway.

[he's said it before, right? he doesn't do things he's decided he doesn't want to do.

the reiteration of that, though, is-- he's going to remember that. possibly take it to heart a little more than he should.

but for now... for now, he intends to let midnight rest, falling silent as he nestles into place one more time.]

[ Midnight hums, then, and makes a quiet humming noise that sort of sounds like a mumbled "good night", even though it's still sort of evening, ish, and he slips off to sleep. (By the way... He is way too chill to be upset if that alarm does mysteriously deactivates. Something Netzach may or may not learn very soon!) ]

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