<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d91/DarknessBound/RP%20characters/Micah/PostMicah3.png">[ img ]</a><br/><span style="font-size: 136%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #539999">i know to be there. when and where, i'll be there.</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 100%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #539999">you know what's to be said. we said out loud. we never said.</span></span></span></div><br/>Milek could not help but to feel a bit more impressed by her reaction to his very odd question. The vampire knew that she was betrothed. He knew that a poor man like himself could never impress the parents of the Spanish beauty. There was really nothing more he could do but watch. Watching only caused him more pain really. All the long nights alone would mean nothing if he could not find a way to flee into the night with the woman who caught his eye.<br/><br/><span style="color: #539999">"No happy. I am, what in English, satisified? Cold, little food, but I manage,"</span>he replied quickly, curtly.<span style="color: #539999">"Why you ask, my Bellen?"</span><br/><br/>He shifted at the gate, the sun nearly set in the distance. His intense eyes could not tear themselves away from her delicate features. She was so beautiful, so mesmerizing. Milek was not sure if it was he that was the vampire bewitched under her spell. Of course, it wasn't quite that way and the male knew it. He felt nothing against his skin but the chill of night melting away the hot of the sun. The moon would certainly give him much more energy. How he wished she would come away with him tonight. Milek wasn't sure if it would be improper to ask. The only thing he could do was throw it out there into the wind. He had centuries to live. There was no reason to not try despite the obvious rejection he would get.<br/><br/><span style="color: #539999">"Perhaps I show you spot I found. It nearby. There are others commonly there at night."</span>He didn't sound confident nor cocky when he spoke. There was a sense of humbleness that resided between his broken English and shuffling about outside her gate.<span style="color: #539999">"Just for hour, when moon is high."</span>