<ul><span style="font-family: New Times Roman;">The man had a thing for leather furniture. The item looked elegant; he somehow loved the feel of leather materials against his touch, a challenge to maintain for a long lasting good condition. He moved toward the dark leather couch.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Exactly how could you go that long? Perhaps your fever has you thining unclearly, which would explain your actions. And exactly what do you expect me to do about that?"</span><br/><br/>He sat in the center of the couch, one eyebrow arching up, wondering what she was keeping inside the bookshelf. <span style="font-style: italic">''Learned how to live with it.''</span> He began, looking back at her, as the female titled her head. <span style="font-style: italic">''Feeding from the living is my curse, my immortality. I needed blood and in it I found my strength to attend to my duties. It's what kept me going, always seeking to please Him, even after what he had done.''</span> He laughed a little about her comment and shook his head. <span style="font-style: italic">I can't feed from you. I mean, yes I can.''</span> He stared at the floor, inhaling into the now fresh air as the female pushed the windows open. <span style="font-style: italic">''But it would be too risky. Our  blood essence is of the purest and it's not something you would want to share with another of your kind. You must know why already.''</span><br/><br/>Getting up on both feet, he neared the woman and stood next to her. She was indeed a woman of quality.  His eyes drifted leisurely toward her, and gazed at her facial expressions for a moment while Mill enjoyed the scenery that was displayed before her eyes. <span style="font-style: italic">''I've found myself enjoying the mortal life. Not feeding was my way of saying goodbye to this form of slavery which I despised. I have not attended to my duties since then.  I've never rebelled against Him, I simply shared an opinion - something he could not accept and deal with like a big man''</span> <br/><br/>Pausing for a second, hesitantly, eyes followed the form of a walking passenger. <span style="font-style: italic">''Cast out of heaven, I was condemned to dwell between heaven's gates and Earth as I take the souls of the living and carry them to the afterlife. I was never permitted to step past the Outer Realm's gates. Hah, the boss expected me to conduct my duties without questioning him. Iâ€™ve done so for ages. Iâ€™m very well aware of the fact that Iâ€™ve been denying who I was but Iâ€™m tired.  Iâ€™ve had enough."</span><br/><br/>His words squeezed into silence in his throat. He gave her way too much information, and little does he know about her. <span style="font-style: italic">"And then our paths crossed, I met you. You asked me to do what I haven't done in ages. At this point, there's no going back. You've chosen me to carry your child away from here, and you have my promise. I will. And for now, I'm afraid I'll be unable to control myself once I go out there to feed"</span> He paused and fixated the woman. <span style="font-style: italic">"You're a strong being, Millicent. You've been doing this. Taste does not matter. I trust in your judgement."</span> Solas looked at the woman for any sign of reluctance.</span><br/></ul>