Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas Eve!

Adjust Your Pants, Dear.

Dafyd: A woman? Hunting? She is not even dressed properly to be traipsing through the woods, let alone hunting them. But I watch as she gathers up her skirts between her legs, fashioning of them a sort of pantaloon. And revealing to me what had to be the finest, softest leather boots I had ever beheld. Encasing what I was sure were the finest and softest legs I had ever beheld. I adjusted my loin pouch and reached for my bow and quiver of arrows, but she tells me I will have no need of them.

Elizaveta: I see him adjust the front of his pants, and I think there is not a more honest compliment that a man can pay.

Dafyd's Transformation

“Oh!” The back of my hand silencing any further sentiment from my lips. I sat unmoving, watching the entire horrific attack. The animalistic violence of the act and Dafyd’s supine unmoving body convinced me that I had no other choice. And that I had only minutes. I did the only thing I could think to do. The unthinkable. Or I would lose him utterly.
No time left to worry the consequences. Cradling his head, I bit into my arm and pressed it to his lips. “Drink if you would live.”

Nighttime

By the time I return from feeding, Anders has gone. And I know that Dafyd has retired as his eveningtime candle has already been doused. The full moon hanging sad and lonely just above the line of the trees. The crickets and frogs lending their song to the peaceful scene. I sit beneath his window for a while. Just to be near him and to listen as the soft rumble of his snores plays counter-melody to the gentle thrum of nature.

The Vampire, Elizaveta

This one. I am utterly drawn to this one. And it is not from his pails that I seek drink. The sweat from his labors tickles my nose. So close! The strong vein at his throat pulsing a hypnotic beat. I breathe him into my body and my tongue and teeth can already imagine the sweet puncture of skin.

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Elizaveta's eyes

They really are emerald green.

Dafyd's eyes

the blue of a storm at sea.

And Daere.

Coldly beautiful. Batshit crazy.

And I'm torn as to Elizaveta.

Sometimes I picture one, sometimes the other.

This is who I picture every time I write Dafyd.

I didn't coin the phrase, but "This man makes my teeth sweat!"

This is the scene that inspired Waiting.

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Passion!

“Elizaveta. Bethan. I am Dafyd. Your husband. My soul belongs to you. As you belong to me. As we have always belonged together.” All of this. Murmured into her mind. Begging her to remember me. To remember us. To remember our time together. Kissing her sweet face. Touching her soft hair. Speaking her name. While my body screams for its release. “Bethan.”

Want a Little More?

Elizaveta: Holding his head against me, I am caught in the sweetness of his touches. I don’t know what I’d been thinking. Feeling the frantic need. The desperate wanting. His softness and gentleness are just right. I push his hair back so I can gaze into his unwavering blue eyes. And am shocked to see the thin red trickle of his tear. Capturing it with one finger, I unthinkingly bring that tear to my lips.

Dafyd: Caught in the emotion and need of the moment, I did not realize her action until it was done. Her body and soul acting on centuries-old habit and instinct. In an act of intimacy and passion, she had tasted my blood. “The blood is never to be wasted.” How many times she had told me that. And now, serving to remind me of our time together. Sharing our bodies – sharing our blood. That solitary act of binding. It is all I can do to not complete the circuit. My fangs perfectly itch with the need to taste her.

Another Tasty Tidbit.

Elizaveta again. His hands on my hips have my body imagining him naked above me. Then I am held pressed against him. Longing for his lips, his mouth, to again graze my flesh. Feeling the loss of them. Leaning back into him, as his arms curl around my body possessively. Could I die happily right now? Oh! Yes! The sigh that escapes my lips must surely form around the words, “Oh. Yes.”