She wrapped it around her thigh and hissed in pain.
”H-how badly are you hurt? I don't mean to intrude but…” Lysander hesitated. ”Feel free to tell me to back off at any time.”
Lysander nodded. ”I apologize. It's been a long time since I felt that kind of pain. I can still, of course, but not as easily any more. There are very few ways and those ways cause only extreme.” he admitted.
”Don’t be.” he said gently. ”Me turning… into what I am… It's not your fault. I know who to blame for this… And it most certainly doesn't fall to you.” Lysander tenderly tilted her head so she could see the sincerity he meant with every word.
He smiled at her touch, placing his hand over hers. ”It’s been a long time since I had anyone who I could trust like this. I don't mean to overstep any boundaries.” he sighed. ”I know and have known a lot of people but I can't call any of them friends.”
”Thank you.” he closed his eyes turned his head to press a soft kiss against her palm.
”You’re so warm.” he murmured, ignoring the rush of blood to her face. Lysander often considered himself a little more than a walking corpse. At least I'm not a zombie. was his only reassuring argument.
He smiled happily, leaning into her touch just a bit more. ”Are you hungry? I don't need food but I can cook quite well.”
”Alright, if you insist.” Lysander nodded, enjoying the contact. ”Tell me something about yourself.” he asked for once letting himself fall under someone else’s spell instead of casting it.
He chuckled kindly. ”I can tell. I don't smell any of those kinds of hair products on you. What about a favorite color?”
”I think mine is blue now.” he smiled shyly.
He gave a small smile locking his dark green eyes on her pretty blue ones.
He chuckled lightly in embarrassment. ”I’m sorry if that's too bold.”