Chapter 166 - 165

"Stand a bit more to the left please" John said. 

The moment that Soran had accepted his unexpected request he had managed to find himself some cheap piece of paper and a pencil, his eyes locked on Soran's figure. 

The elegant vampire was seated on a chair in his hotel room, the werewolf right in front of him observing him with his lovestruck eyes. He had his legs crossed, his body leaned in a bit forward while he supported his chin on his palm, his long fingers spreading beautifully on his chin. It was a very classic pose, drawn by many artists but John didn't mind. As long as he could sketch him it was enough, even though he had been too tempted to ask him to take his clothes off, he just didn't find the courage.

It was a very beautiful image. The way a few strands of hair fell in front of his face, his dark eyes looking straight ahead as if he was focused on his painter. John gave him a few instructions and Soran flowed them almost perfectly but the werewolf wanted one more thing. He stood up, approaching him and asking with his eyes if it was okay to touch him. Soran smiled, giving him permission and with shaky hands and a touch as light as a feather John cupped Soran's cheek and moved his head slowly to the left.

"Is it okay now?" Soran asked and the young man nodded excitedly. He rushed back to his chair, his palm still remembering the sensation of his soft cheek and he sat down, grabbing his white paper and his pencil. 

"I think it will look really good" John said as he placed the first lines on his paper.

"I am sure it will. I mean you're the one sketching it." Soran complimented him and the werewolf chuckled.

"You've never seen my sketches." John said. 

" I don't have to. Some times you just look at someone and you know they can do something. It's like a gut feeling, I guess.", The white haired vampire told him, not knowing how much effect his words had on him. John felt his cheeks heat up, his hands slightly shaking a few lines coming out bad and he pressed his pencil harder above the faint lines to straighten them.

"I used to love sketching but hadn't really done so in a while. Thank you." The werewolf said, causing the vampire to have a questioning look.

"Why thank me?" Soran asked.

"Because after I left home, after everything with...the drugs the world stopped looking beautiful to me. I couldn't even grab a pencil to sketch except it was a tattoo request just so I can make money. But now, I think...what I mean is that you... you're beautiful" John explained, his last words coming out like a shy whisper and Soran smiled faintly. 

A lot of weird things had been happening to him lately, especially the ones considering his emotions, the way he felt so agitated all the time. It was tiring to try and suppress it, every time John spoke he had a very good poisonous answer but at the same time he wanted to remain silent, not hurt him with his words. Soran had great discipline. He had self restraint and even during moments like these he was good at keeping his front. 

"You give me too much credit." The white haired man answered and John shrugged his shoulders.

"Am I? I really don't think so. If you could see yourself through my eyes as I am sketching you right now you would understand I think." John said.

Since Soran had said yes to him sketching him he had felt a little more comfortable. The vampire seemed to be able to manage his emotions and that made him feel at peace. He was thinking about him, he cared and that's why Soran was so nice to him. In his mind John had started to hope again, a small smile plastered on his working face as he thought of silly thoughts. The words were coming out of his mouth without thinking about them too much, without remembering that in a sense Soran had rejected him once before.

"And what do you see?" The vampire asked, furrowing his eyebrows, curious about the meaning behind the werewolf's words.

"I can see the elegant curve of your lips, the darkness in your eyes, I can see galaxies in them while your pale skin is like a dreamy cloud, your hair reminds me of snow, fresh and beautiful. Your long fingers, the care in your movements. I can see many things as you sit there and my mind, without me wanting to connects them to all the beauties in this world. That's why I wanted to sketch you. Because with you in it the world looks more beautiful to me" the young man said, his face buried in his drawing. A silence spread in the room, no answer coming from the vampire and John still lost in this dream of his, raising his head, locking eyes with the concerned vampire. 

His heart began to beat faster, maybe he had said too much, maybe he had felt comfortable in this little favor of Soran's and now he had dug his own grave. He blinked a few times.

"I...what I mean is…" John stuttered, trying to think of a way to save the situation, take back his worlds and hide his feelings once more, even though he was not very good at it. 

Soran broke his pose, standing up, tall and looking down on the young werewolf who stared at him with a flustered face. 

"John, I love Kai. I did and probably always do. This whole thing is troubling for me." He told him, John's eyes widening with his words.

Was it possible for a hole to be created right now on the floor and swallow him whole, dripping him into the vast universe with no course? If it could happen, he would take it. 

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