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Fable felt horrible. He hated what he had become that was why he had ripped out his fangs. He shrugged his shoulders in a confused manor. "I mean, I already told you I had hated what I had become. I didn't understand anything. I wasn't a violent person, all I wanted to do was to continue on with my life, but I couldn't do that. The sun burned me." He shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, I understand who I am now. I like who I am now. I'm much more comfortable. I mean I rip out the flesh on my victims neck if I'm really thirsty and don't want to feed from blood bags, because that's essentially what I drink from. I try not to leave the Hotel either." He shrugged his shoulders.

She spoke of trying to take her own life and he took her hands into his and stared at her quite sternly. His tongue clicked. "Don't ever try that again, you should have come to me then. I wouldn't have let you." He shook his head at Charisma. Fable had tried to be there for her since her turning. He had sat in the lobby with her whilst she hunted Zombies. Watched her grow stronger. He didn't really know any of his other siblings, but with Charisma he had wanted to be there for her.

"Filters are overrated." He found himself saying with a chuckle under his breath. Yet she spoke about him having company, and that really made him laugh. He never had company. "You don't have to worry about that, lovely. I never have company. Havnt had company since Remington." He shrugged his shoulders. As he slipped out from underneath her to rummage in his drawers for a shirt. He found a grey shirt and threw it at her playfully. "Put that on." He said. With a smile.

He wasn't brilliant at seeing through masks but he reached out to the woman as he climbed back into bed and touched her forehead with his hands lightly. "Do not think ill of me, I am a better man now." He smiled. He didn't close the gap between them anymore that it already was, if she wanted to curl up against him she could. He wouldn't stop her. He actually quite liked the feeling of his curls against his torso. It was an unfamiliar feeling he enjoyed, not something he was willing to say out loud though. He wasn't sure what she would say to that if he did admit it out loud.

"Don't apologise. It's not your fault." He laughed the rest off and shrugged his own shoulders nestling further down into the covers so the thin white sheet covered his torso. He twisted himself onto his side so he could look at Charisma. Who was now wearing his grey shirt, it looked good on her to be quite honest.

She did initially come closer though, wrapping her little fingers into his blonde, shaggy hair and tugged at the curl he huffed playfully in return and threw the woman a wink. What has he been waiting for? He actually didn't know. After tonight he was very confused. "The right person." He said. He was careful to say person and not specify a gender. Is it possible to be one orientation, and then to suddenly like the opposite, who knew. He smiled at Charisma. "Why are you not snatched up?" He asked.

Trials? Why not try a whole war. Though he never said it out loud no. Those words were pushed into Charisma's mind unintentionally, the telepath often had no control over his telepathic abilities. He could shield someone, or harm them, he had always had this problem. Unable to control it. It was like a rubber band, about to break. His ocean blue orbs looked up to the woman as she dropped her fingers from his hair and brought it down to drag across his jaw line. He found himself blinking a couple of times. It was an odd sensation, the last time someone had done that it had been Remington and he didn't have smooth hands, they were quite tough to the touch. Worn skin. Yet, Charisma's skin was smooth, soft like a feather it twisted something in his gut. Something he hadn't felt in a long time and it confused him.

She curled into him again. Her hand going around his middle as she pressed against him. The feeling of his shirt caressing his torso. He pulled her closer and let the woman rest there, even as she fidgeted to look at the ceiling. She never seemed to look at him straight on for long, it worried him. Was there something on his face as he used his free hand to rub at his chin, touching the stubble there. He hadn't shaved in a few days now. The man had barely left this room. His businesses took priority sometimes, but he could do them from here. Nothing quite like a Skype call with his daytime manager.

"You don't scare me." He said quite firmly. She went on about not even having a laugh, and he found himself laughing, and laughing hard. His chest rumbled against her chest as he found himself shaking his head and pushing his hand to her chest, not harshly but quite gentle. "You do have a heart, it's right here. Even though it isn't beating, you still have one." He raised an eyebrow. "You just haven't let anyone in yet." He understood that, letting yourself open up to someone is scary, a scary step for anyone. Your opening yourself up to the possibility of getting hurt. Some people hated to be hurt, but if you get hurt - it shows you're human. To feel pain is a human emotion.

Loud? What was she on about. He didn't quite understand what she as on about -- it was as if she was talking to herself until she carried on, asking if he could read her mind and then he found himself blinking. Then, it made sense. He must've spoken his thoughts into his mind again. He found himself looking away ashamed.

"I'm sorry, sometimes I can't control it. My thoughts slip into the mind closest to me." There was a shy look about him but he tried to smile through. At least he wasn't thinking anything bad, or sexual. That could have been extremely embarrassing. He found himself shaking his head. "I don't think I can, I mean I've never tried." There was the truth, he hadn't experiments much with his powers only to know that he could produce a bubble that aided others when it came to fighting other vampire, or those that were enemies to their kin.

She pulled from him then, he felt horrible. He was mentally kicking himself for pushing his thoughts into her mind but she relaxed a moment later and settled back into him and he found himself relaxing too. Her opinion mattered to him, and if he tarnished that opinion then he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

She spoke then about the harsh truth and he found himself laughing, he couldn't help it. What was wrong with truth, if people were truthful to begin with then the world wouldn't be made up of lies. He shook his head. "It is worth the risk. It is better to be honest rather than dishonest, in more ways than one. Of course." He couldn't speak from experience his first relationship had been with Remington. "Relationships are built from trust and honesty. If you can't be honest with them no matter how brutal the truth can be, then why be with them?" He kissed her forehead again. Comforting the woman.

She said it didn’t hurt her and she was grateful. He still didn’t know what power he actually possessed so it made it harder for him to understand. You’d think being a vampire for this long already he’d know what he could do and would have moved to something else, perhaps how to track or even lure humans but he hadn’t. Fable was slow. He couldn’t help it, it was just how his mind worked. A small sigh escaped his lips as he found himself laughing at Charisma. His chest rumbled as he caressed the mess of red hair that was laying against his chest.

“If you don’t mind me calling out to you with my mind, then I’ll happily do it. I mean, I don’t do much else. I don’t even leave the hotel anymore you know this. I’m a bit of a hermit.” There was a slight shrug of his shoulders as he accepted his own fate. Hermit’s were cool in their own kind of way. Quirky too. Fable wasn’t shy about calling himself such a thing.

“You are not cursed.” He scolded the woman gently. The way she spoke about not being able to tell a lie - she made it sound like a bad thing, how many times had he got to tell her that being honest and truthful was the seeds to a good relationship, you just had to find someone else who thought the same thing. It was a battle of like mindedness that was all it was. Charisma just didn’t realise that.

“You risk everything, Chari.” He told her. Not that he had much experience when it came to all things love. “You put it all on the line for happiness, and the chance at happiness. You don’t always find it straight away - they say there is someone out there for someone.” He gave himself a shrug. The sheets ruffled against his torso. He turned over to look at the other woman with an inquisitive stare.

Perhaps, he could do something that was out of his element. He did something that shocked even himself. He grabbed Charisma’s chin gently and pulled it upwards so his lips fell directly onto her own. He left them for about ten long seconds then drew them away. He gave her a smile afterwards.

“Risks.” He said. “Sometimes you need to make them.”