“The strangest moment from my childhood, here in Alegra?” Nate nods and Faith has to think about this. He had a whole lot of strange moments here, although probably not as much as some people have in Kegan, or elsewhere, “It’s not really related to Alegra itself. Could’ve happened to anybody.”
“I still want to hear it,” Nate insists and he is laughing a little bit, even. Faith wonders who he’s been talking to.
“Well—when I was a kid – and I was a human kid, remember – Vivi would often bring some sketches home from work,” Nate comments how she now has them delivered, now, and Faith only nods absent-mindedly, “And well, she was doing some copies of very old weapon sketches that were about to fall apart… And well, you know how I like the scent of parchment?”
Nate has his back to Faith’s chest, and Faith can sense him laughing.
“You pushed your nose in a book when I brought it over. It’d be good if, sometimes, you read it too.” Nate comments and Faith nods into his shoulder one more time. That was true, all of it.
“Yes, well, as a child who inhaled scent of parchments—“ You didn’t comes his way and yes, in fact, he did, “I ate it.”
“You ate it?” Nate turns around, only softly, and has his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline, “All of it? For real?”
“Messed me up for weeks afterwards. The ink was gross. I could eat anything after that because it almost destroyed my sense of taste.” And then Nate dissolves into the fit of laughter; ghoul can’t tell if it’s because of the situation or just the image he has, “Something like that must’ve happened to you too, Nate.”
“No, it didn’t. Mom would’ve never let it happen. Besides—Faith I was a human child too,” Nate has troubles speaking because he is still laughing. It would probably be a dick move if ghoul pushed him off the bed now, “I never ate paper, though. It didn’t even cross my mind. You ate—“ there it is again, that large intake of breath, “You ate Vivi’s originals. Did she copy it beforehand, at least?”
“She did, but it didn’t save me from pomegranate branch. Do you know how much those hurt?” They even make the whooshing sound through the air. In his childhood, Faith knew a lot of those, “And I was like six or seven, too. I was troubled. Mom had just passed away then, and Vivi didn’t let me eat paper.” Nate looks uncomfortable because death is mentioned, but that’s only for brief moment, then smile crossing his face again and he laughs.
“Is there any special reason why Vivi doesn’t let you near glue, too?” Faith grumbles something about liking strong scents into Nate’s skin and revels in the vibrations on Nate’s through even though the vampire is laughing at his expense, “So how old were you when you attempted to eat glue?”
“I merely breathed it in, Nate,” and then, begrudgingly, “Fifteen. She thought I was addicted.”
“You were a junkie in making.” Nate laughs again and Faith is sure that his expression has turned into a question mark, “A drug addict. Junkie.” And then he gets it. Right.
“I’ll find something embarrassing from your past, too.” He promises and Nate lays back into him. Faith’s arms lock around his waist tightly and he breathes the scent in. He likes strong scents, indeed – Nate is more of between too soft and too tacky, and he likes it just for that.
“Are you going to try and eat me too? Or just breathe me in?” It probably shouldn’t be legal to have this much fun over somebody else’s misery, but Faith pranked enough people to know that he has to right to say. He doesn’t respond, instead bares his teeth and jokingly bites at the juncture of Nate’s shoulder and neck – the vampire laughs one more time, but doesn’t pull away. With a smile, Faith decides to leave him with a lovebite.