A Heart so Cold

archebold Fear is the price of imagination Archebold's dark eyes gazed the the perfectly framed shadows of his face, fingers continued to tap the lionshead gently as Isla spoke. "No." He answered simply. "I told them many things to ease their discomfort. It isn't an easy thing to be asked to submit yourself for another's needs. So I said what I said to offer what comfort I could." The leather of his seat began to creak as he leaned forward into the light. "There is something about you though isn't there? Something that called me to simply take it from you." Archebold stood slowly and walked over to where Isla had sat up, crouching and resting his hands on his walking stick as he watched her eat quietly. "You sang to me, and I was taken by every flavorful melody." His cheek rested against the side of his hands as he watched her lips purse and savor the wine, gently, cautiously reaching into his breast pocket and taking a handkerchief out. He'd slowly reach over to her had she decided to pull back and dab at the corner of her lips, smiling softly as he did so. "You are free to leave whenever you wish...though I recommend you stay the night, give yourself a chance to recover fully. Come morning you'll be right as rain and safe of any pursuit from myself, if you have any reservations on such." Archebold would tilt his head aside to examine the punctures on her neck, eyes slowly lifting to her own. "What did you think? Feel when I took You? Truthfully..."