<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/>Her reaction, the way her eyes grew wide, Milek couldn't help but to want to press his lips against those soft, pink ones that belonged to her. It was as if the whole world had shifted. Her noticing him only made him want her more if that was even possible. His lips parted, words hanging on his lips. Breathing was almost too hard to do. The habit seemed to have been pulled away by her mere gaze. In no right state of mind could he allow her to marry some other man. Her beauty would fade into history. No one would know her name. The thought that he had no idea how to sire much less teach someone to get out of their bloodless began to haunt him.<span style="font-style: italic">I don't care. I need her.</span><br/><br/>Milek cleared his throat.<span style="color: #539999">"Milek. My name Milek."</span>His accent was rough. It made speaking English much more important. He needed the Spanish light to understand him.<span style="color: #539999">"<span style="font-style: italic">Net</span>, I am not lost. Saw you when walking through town other day. You are beautiful. What your name?"</span><br/><br/>He knew he sounded horrible. His own English was lack luster and full of errors. His amber eyes looked at her with an intense gaze. He felt himself wanting to call out for her. How could one who barely spoke English call upon this woman before him with love and adoration if he had no clue how to translate the words. Angry at himself, Milek swore to learn every language from now on so that nothing like this could happen again. He would speak poetry, whisper love. All it took was a single glance from her beautiful eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #539999">"Sorry. English not so good."</span>