Gwennan still looked at him confused, "ooh I assume it's a vampire thing." She almost laughed, but smiled instead, "are you okay? Where will the pain go? And what's happening to me?" She usually never asked this many questions, or put that many words in a sentence, but lately, she'd been breaking habits.

"Not exactly a vampire thing, more of a Psychic thing. yes, I'm okay, the pain went into the back of my brain where pain doesn't exist and what's happening to you? I don't know, I was hoping you could answer about the things in your shoulders"

Gwennan pulled up the back of her shirt to reveal her wings, nearly tripled in size. She wondered how far they could carry her now. "These are wings, I'm a demon, I have no idea what kind. I get wings, I'm fast, and I can see through shields. When I was younger I thought it was some form of dragon demon, but I don't think it is. My parents' wings never grew this big..." She ran her fingers along the sleek, almost rubbery wing. The area around where they grew was blackened and veiny.

"Parent's? Did both of them have the same wings, or did they have different wings?"
He looked at her, marveling at her wings

"They were different, but similar in size. My father's had feathers and were white, but my mother's were like mine. My brother's all had them like my father, I was the only one with these wings. Same as my grandma. Maybe it's a female thing..." Gwennan stroked them again. Then looked back at Cercion.

"I'm not sure. I'm not an expert in demonology, otherwise I could tell you what kind they are from too"
He smiled at her.
"Is that shirt okay?"

Gwennan smiled back, "yes it's very comfortable, just the right tightness, but not too tight." She stretched her arms out and looked at the sleeves, then looking a bit past her sleeves she could see the sun outside the window. "It's a bit past dawn, but I'm completely awake... Say, does light not hurt you?"

He chuckled.
"Besides the fact we are in a dark room? Not as quickly as others. It's another privilege that comes with my age"

Gwennan looked down at him, "how old are you?" She asked slightly inquisitively, she supposed he was rather old, seeing as he was rather powerful. Yet his looks could've given him away as a little older than her, his skin was fair, his hair sleek, and intact. He was rather attractive, she couldn't deny. She smirked.

Cercion paused at that and frowned, thinking.
"To be honest, I lost count. But if I had kept count, it'd probably scare you"
He smiled back at her, once again looking over her with the professional eye of a doctor.

Gwennan laughed, he was probably true. She looked at him, smirking again as he gave her a look, almost like he was checking for her health. Then she looked back at the wings, they didn't hurt anymore, they just ached, like she needed to fly. To spread out and go somewhere. Of course with a corset flying would be a bit more simpler on her apparel. Now her corset was ripped, and that was when he... Her fingers flew up to her lips.

He blinked as he caught her thought and was disrupted by her fingers flying to her lips.
"Are you okay?" he asked

Gwennan looked down at him, and snapped out of her fix, and her fingers went back to her lap. "Oh yes, I'm fine. It's nothing." She looked at him, or rather at his lips. Her face reddened, and she looked away, back outside.

"Are you sure? Your face has gone terribly red"
He smiled, knowing why but teasing her

Gwennan giggled, and pulled her hands across her cheeks, the red faded a bit. "Well you did just give me mouth to mouth pretty much," she teased back.

"It's the only way to transfer the pain" he told her, keeping his face in check. "Nothing to go red over"

"Yeah yeah," Gwennan said sarcastically, the red fading completely. "Well... What now? I'm pretty sure I'm not sleepy anymore, seeing as I had a near death experience just a bit ago, you saved me, and now we're having odd conversations."

He then cracked a smile
"Come on, surely you could tell I was teasing you, I know the implications of things better than you do. Heck, I remember when kissing someone was done only at the wedding"

Gwennan laughed again. She'd never laughed so often in years. Or talked to someone so casually in months. "Wow, I guess kissing is less formal these days, there's also different versions of kisses: Kiss, not painful; Vampire kiss, painful." The last sentence almost hurt letting out, but for some reason it felt good.

"Are you trying to say that when I kissed you it hurt, or that I kiss bad or something?" He asked her, smiling.
He couldn't actually remember ever smiling so much in one day

Gwennan laughed, "no it's not quite that." She was stuttered for a moment, "if that counted as a kiss, it was my first. Though your first probably happened a few centuries ago." Gwennan laughed.

[it's very early in the morning. I have to go again, breakfast time. Then school.]

"I am sorry that took your first kiss from you, and you are right. I loved her dearly, and she meant everything to me. Then she was killed, by the Elders, for not being like me."
A tear of blood ran down his cheen and he wiped it away.
"I am sorry, I'd best go"

(just a not, the Elders are all dead. they are the one's who went 1 on one with the greatest hunters)

Gwennan's smile faded, as a tear of blood ran down his cheek. Something made her know it was a tear, he wasn't just randomly bleeding out of his eyes. "It's all right, I understand... I've had losses of similar kinds..." She looked down, and back up again as he stood, "where are you going?"

He shrugged.
"To be honest, I have no idea. Probably up to the roof"
He looked at her and smiled
"Sorry for being like this"

Gwennan nodded, "what about me?" She didn't want to sound nagging, but she needed air, and to stretch out her wings.
"I understand," she smiled.