“Night by night,” Ishmael corrected, with a quirk of an eyebrow. Still, he nodded, pleased at least that Monty could be in love with him and not expect... things he could not promise him. They didn’t need to talk about neat dovetailed lives and happy endings, being who they were, and Ishmael, being what he was, did not want to think about their futures. But days, and nights, tomorrow and tomorrow: those were not too much to count on. “You know I’ve got plenty of those.”
Monty loved him, though, ha! That high was enough to soothe the sore spot that was the fact he’d said the same - and not just said as some easy means to an end, but said because it was true and he felt it, even though it made no sense. Vampires were not supposed to feel vulnerable, and Ishmael wasn’t certain of how he liked it - but was this really vulnerable, if he trusted Montgomery Morales as much as he had ever trusted anyone? He already knew how Monty trusted him.
Strange, wasn’t it, all this? At least it gave him excuse to kiss Monty again; slow, this time, slow and savouring, without pretending to be careless or angry about it, without any pretension at all. Perhaps it was still a bad idea. He would savour this while it lasted, then, and only commit to seeing how far they could stretch out their tomorrows.
“Well,” Ishmael breathed, gripping Monty tight by his lapels and breaking into a glittering grin, “aren’t you going to apparate me to that jeweller’s?”
Monty loved him, though, ha! That high was enough to soothe the sore spot that was the fact he’d said the same - and not just said as some easy means to an end, but said because it was true and he felt it, even though it made no sense. Vampires were not supposed to feel vulnerable, and Ishmael wasn’t certain of how he liked it - but was this really vulnerable, if he trusted Montgomery Morales as much as he had ever trusted anyone? He already knew how Monty trusted him.
Strange, wasn’t it, all this? At least it gave him excuse to kiss Monty again; slow, this time, slow and savouring, without pretending to be careless or angry about it, without any pretension at all. Perhaps it was still a bad idea. He would savour this while it lasted, then, and only commit to seeing how far they could stretch out their tomorrows.
“Well,” Ishmael breathed, gripping Monty tight by his lapels and breaking into a glittering grin, “aren’t you going to apparate me to that jeweller’s?”
