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Ganyemedes leaned into Tibor, staring at the rose as well. He tried to think, to comprehend what this puzzle meant. But he did not have enough information, he supposed. He sighed deeply, and nuzzled his lover slightly. “Perhaps We should both sleep on such a matter. It helps me immensely. And...

Ganyemedes was finding it hard to focus on the puzzle in his hand. He blinked a few times at Tibor. “You… You gave me your blood? In kisses?” He stared back down at the two flowers. He tried to let his mind piece the information about his newfound power. Mild disgust filled him at the idea of...

Ganyemedes was surprised by how easily the petals folded away. He laughed at the petals, as they folded like tin. He was simply trying to move them enough to perhaps get a peek at the ruby. “I shouldn't be able to do that. What did you do to me, Tibor?” He joked lightly, but also had a very real...

Ganyemedes felt his heart drop as Tibor spoke of his own second death, his own ending. His human eyes welled up with tears and he felt his heart speed. He did not want to lose Tibor, not so early. His heart was breaking at the thought of it. He wanted to grasp Tibor and hold him and beg him not...

As he wiped the tears away, Ganyemedes nodded. There was some slight horror, some disgust at the bloody tears. It turned his stomach, but the idea of Tibor crying made him more worried than either emotion. The fact that he was crying, and it was for not only Carsten, but for Ganyemedes. The...

The boy was caught off guard. The kiss was pleasant, and laced with something more. Ganyemedes melted, letting himself be enraptured by it. Pleasure did begin to light in his system, though the sadness did not let it provoke his body. He gently slipped his hand around Tibor's neck, and gave a...

Reaching up to cup Tibor's face, Ganyemedes shook his head. "How many times do I have to tell you? You are not a devil, and you have not sinned against me. And Tibor?" He smiled and tilted his head. "I love you too." Eyes widened, to the point that the whites were clear as day, even in the dim...

Ganyemedes felt worry and love take hold, wrapping itself around him like a cloak. It was not an odd mix; worrying for your loved ones was a normal thing to do; but it was still disturbing: the way Tibor stuttered, the way he clung to the youth, and the way he just felt. It was cold, and...

Ganyemedes was surprised by the chaste peck. He blinked his blonde lashes a few times, and smiled, though confusion filtered through his eyes. It suddenly became clear to him; Amos was being affectionate because he rather sincerely liked the Greek youth. His eyes warmed and once more he nodded...

Ganyemedes' eyes widened. "You were in a crash recently? Oh, Tibor, I am so very sorry." The youth felt guilty now, and his heart ached. Though he still had his arm wrapped around Amos, he was no longer as focused on the young-looking vampire. He was paying attention to Tibor, and trying to...

Gayemedes saw, as well as felt the mood of the car darken. He sighed, quiet softly, to himself. He found that sometimes others found his jokes quite disturbing. He found them rather normal, though, as these thoughts pervaded his mind rather frequently. Amos even pressed his face into the Greek's...

Ganyemedes laughed and turned to Tibor. His blonde hair whipped around him wildly, and he looked ecstatic. Finally the ringing was gone. Finally those thoughts were gone. Adrenaline burst through his veins like his spark of life. He radiated warmth and excitement. "That's why it is so fun!"...

With a laugh, Ganyemedes grabbed and wrapped an arm around Amos, still holding onto Tibor's clutching hand. "I am fine, thank you, little mage." He did not know the implications of his words, but still he smiled. His arm wrapped around Amos, he squeezed him close, holding the smaller boy close...

Ganyemedes nodded, satisfied with Daniel's answer. "All right. I don't want him to be alone. Even if it is just with you and Robert." He smiled down at Amos and mouthed the word "Sorry." But when everyone began clambering for their seatbelts, the youth laughed. "He can't be that bad." But...

Ganyemedes sighed and stroked Amos' hair. Though he wondered why he was still scared. He had been fine after talking to the Prince, so perhaps it was not that. In fact, the moment that Amos had first become frightened, outside the theater, was when he looked over to the crowd. In that crowd, he...

Tibor always seemed to know exactly when Ganyemedes needed a hug. The older man squeezed him a bit tighter, and the youth felt his heart calm and warm. He closed his eyes and allowed himself the small pleasure of nuzzling Tibor's cheek. His skin was cool, almost cold. But he was getting used to...

Ganyemedes noticed the rose as Tibor slipped it into his pocket. It was bent as he had seen before, distorted out of shape and into some twisted malfeasance. He knew all the roses were connected in one giant bramble that grew around his heart and worried him immensely. It could not be a...

Ganyemedes calmed, especially when he was pulled back into Tibor's arms. Not only was he calmed by the Majesty as well as the Awe, he was calmed by mundane things: Tibor's reassuring words; his soft kisses; his arm wrapped around his waist. Tibor calmed him; Tibor was his rock in a tempest. And...

Ganyemedes felt like a child as he held onto the mosnter of a vampire, Karas. He held onto Amos as well, helping the boy through the crowd. He almost felt guily as Karas flashed his badge. He was using his close acquaintance (he would not call them friends quite yet, though Amos definitely was a...

With the performance over, Ganyemedes had no source to distract himself; his thoughts began to plague him once more. It was almost unbearable, how loud they were; this time, he was not as concerned with the horrific images he saw; though the sight of the youth bent over the table, and the image...