Seveline blushed as Blane nuzzled his cheek against hers. A soft gasp slipped free as he licked her ear and nipped at it lightly, gently. He was playing around as a vampire would, yet he was still gentle as he always was. "Vanilla? Hmm, I wonder why?" She murmured. "Last time I checked you also said I smelled like roses too. Which is part of the reason why I hadn't answered your question about my favorite flower." She smirked, knowing he'd probably take a moment to understand what she meant, but knowing he'd catch on. She loved roses, as she was often thought of being the classic lover kind of girl; or so it had been said, though she'd never been in love before now. "All may be fair in war, but what is fair in only love? The difference between the two is few and far between, my sweet Blane. Then again, couldn't we say we might as well be at war? We're still opposites, despite all of this, correct?" She wasn't pushing him away, and had stopped struggling too.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Lucretia whimpered softly, though leaning a bit into Cydrao's embrace as she desperately needed comfort. In all honesty she just needed someone to stay by her side and not give up on her. Someone to keep her strong and lead her down the right path. She didn't wince away as Cydrao wiped a tear from her face, though she could sense he was shocked and surprised. "W-what is it?" She asked, looking up at him. "You're confused over s-something, I can sense it. W-hat's wrong?" She decided to act strong and brushed the sadness away, hiding it in the back of her mind. She wiped the tears from her face, sniffling softly before stopping her crying altogether.