But before he could process all that, Dulce had already recovered. The Vampire stepped away from the tree, his sweater covering his porcelain skin again. "Let's return."
Kath'tan had been the one to suggest it first so he couldn't turn it down, going after Dulce. The pond was just as peaceful as he had left it, cold gazes passing over him when he returned.
Dulce went right to the wicker basket, the marks on his neck still as vivid, they looked like they were about to drip blood. Kath'tan did not care for fruits but he absently took one when he was offered, settling down on the blankets to bite into it.
Dulce took a pear for himself now, laying down with it in his hand. A peaceful expression on his face as he soaked in the sun, it was such a blissful time that it was rather difficult to stay in the moment. To someone like him who had lived for so long, a day was scarcely different from a year, it would be difficult to return to life without his companions.
