( he watches her curiously. very little remains of his human life, but he imagines that the mending of clothing was something he knew how to do, once. the motions of it are familiar in a way that catches at the edges of his memory, the whorls and eddies of latent humanity.
she asks out of kindness, for all that it is misplaced. he would rather her not waste the regard on him, mistaking him a boy. )
Please, don't trouble yourself about me. I am not the age I look. Do you know what a vampire is?
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( he watches her curiously. very little remains of his human life, but he imagines that the mending of clothing was something he knew how to do, once. the motions of it are familiar in a way that catches at the edges of his memory, the whorls and eddies of latent humanity.
she asks out of kindness, for all that it is misplaced. he would rather her not waste the regard on him, mistaking him a boy. )
Please, don't trouble yourself about me. I am not the age I look. Do you know what a vampire is?