[ Mayerling would enjoy seeing what Ohio was like for them, the family life they built together before life got harder. The number of years may be far less than his youth before the fall of vampiric civilization, yet it represents a similar period of time in their lives, his and Sharon's. Even Rose's. Life became something else, a struggle from day to day, constant threat of danger, and always looking over one's shoulder. It lost the safety of knowing the world worked in a peaceable if imperfect manner. So he understands the appeal of Ohio.
He's ever so delighted in Rose's reaction to his abilities, to seeing how he can keep Sharon safe, because he most certainly works to keep her safe no matter her abilities. Delightfully, given it's Folkmore, he can use the information for more than that. He may sense when someone's had a terrible day through a shift in their hormones and offer them help with chores or leave some freshly cooked food for them. Nothing that requires they talk about it, the way Thirteen's trials might. Simply, something to make it a better day. That all keeps Sharon safer as he knows exactly what their neighborhood is like and can sense a major shift or an outsider. Vampires are so used to keeping their own security features. Mayerling may not have all the technology of home, but he can keep her safe. The red string between his finger and Sharon's, one only they can see, help him find her should she not be at home and need help. Their life—and her safety—are his top priorities in Folkmore.
He is, after all, a vampire. ]
The burrow is safe. The glass in the windows is vampire grade, which makes it safe for me to sit here in view of the sun without my wings up, and it also makes them harder to break. Yet another safety feature. Should anything pose a threat, I will know about it quickly and act in accordance with the level of threat.
Folkmore is a peaceful wonderful place, but I have not become complacent.
[ Mayerling balances a teacup with grace, a single finger wrapped around the handle. Where he came from? Like everyone else he has met here, home is not nearly as idyllic as this place. Mayerling is content to live as long as he can away from it to be with Sharon her whole life. He enjoyed seeing what humanity made of itself, but he's some time at home from getting to witness that in his isolation. ]
Vampiric civilization fell, and I lived for thousands of years on the Frontier—a dangerous place for humans and vampires alike. It was an isolated and dangerous existence, spent mostly caring for my family's castle, my carriage, and my horses. I came here, however, from time alone in the City of the Night orbiting the earth. It had long fallen into disrepair, but I kept it going well enough.
[ Mayerling sighs. ] Trench and now Folkmore would be a step up merely for the ability to live in community. The fact that Sharon and I have found each other twice, that we can build a life together here makes this very well a paradise in my opinion.
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He's ever so delighted in Rose's reaction to his abilities, to seeing how he can keep Sharon safe, because he most certainly works to keep her safe no matter her abilities. Delightfully, given it's Folkmore, he can use the information for more than that. He may sense when someone's had a terrible day through a shift in their hormones and offer them help with chores or leave some freshly cooked food for them. Nothing that requires they talk about it, the way Thirteen's trials might. Simply, something to make it a better day. That all keeps Sharon safer as he knows exactly what their neighborhood is like and can sense a major shift or an outsider. Vampires are so used to keeping their own security features. Mayerling may not have all the technology of home, but he can keep her safe. The red string between his finger and Sharon's, one only they can see, help him find her should she not be at home and need help. Their life—and her safety—are his top priorities in Folkmore.
He is, after all, a vampire. ]
The burrow is safe. The glass in the windows is vampire grade, which makes it safe for me to sit here in view of the sun without my wings up, and it also makes them harder to break. Yet another safety feature. Should anything pose a threat, I will know about it quickly and act in accordance with the level of threat.
Folkmore is a peaceful wonderful place, but I have not become complacent.
[ Mayerling balances a teacup with grace, a single finger wrapped around the handle. Where he came from? Like everyone else he has met here, home is not nearly as idyllic as this place. Mayerling is content to live as long as he can away from it to be with Sharon her whole life. He enjoyed seeing what humanity made of itself, but he's some time at home from getting to witness that in his isolation. ]
Vampiric civilization fell, and I lived for thousands of years on the Frontier—a dangerous place for humans and vampires alike. It was an isolated and dangerous existence, spent mostly caring for my family's castle, my carriage, and my horses. I came here, however, from time alone in the City of the Night orbiting the earth. It had long fallen into disrepair, but I kept it going well enough.
[ Mayerling sighs. ] Trench and now Folkmore would be a step up merely for the ability to live in community. The fact that Sharon and I have found each other twice, that we can build a life together here makes this very well a paradise in my opinion.
[ He has his priorities. ]