June 10th, 1946
Domesticity.
Or at least some semblance of it.
I apologize for the long silence, Journal. Cyrus and I have been quite busy. The trip to Egypt took a few days, even using
my lover’s powers of flight. Then the
two of us began the search for his ‘friend’ that would rent to us. After that, it was the actual moving in part.
We stayed in a hotel for a night, or rather I stayed and
Cyrus disappeared. He returned the
following evening with a suitcase of money.
He spoke not of where it came from, nor did I really think of
asking. I wonder sometimes about where
vampires keep their possessions, but I’m not certain if I should ask. I do not believe Cyrus would keep anything
from me, it just seems odd to ask about money and valuables that he came across
before the two of us became a couple. It
is difficult for me to conceptualize at times that my beloved is more than a
few hundred years old my senior.
At any rate, we took the some money to this ‘friend’ and
suddenly we had a stationary home. The
idea became a reality so quickly that my heart was pounding as the key slid
into the lock. It is far more spacious
than I had anticipated. From the door
there is a tight flight of stairs to a landing.
I intend to put a coat rack and small table for keys there. To the right is an open area that I would like
to make a sitting room. It has a door
that leads into another room. I suppose
one might make this into a living area, but I intend to make it a study where I
will see patients. There is a door
directly in front of the stairs that Cyrus wants to make a little office space
for himself. On the left is an archway
that leads into a kitchenette, and there is a single bedroom and bath beyond
the kitchenette down a small hall out of the main area.
Our new home is quaint, and for now, there is not much
furniture, but I adore it. It is ours
and I feel that somehow, the job of decorating and talking of what we shall do
with our space has brought us closer together.
The first night we slept on bedrolls in our new
bedroom. There were swatches of color on
the walls and only a single candle on the floor nearby. We huddled together, speaking in hushed tones
about color schemes and placements of chairs.
I was so calm and happy. Cyrus
held me in his arms, lightly stroking my hair and kissing my brow. Neither of us was really trying to get the
other in the mood to make love. We were
just enjoying our new home.
I could tell that Cyrus was happy as well, by the faint
purring sounds that vibrated through his chest.
I am starting to differentiate between the inhuman sounds that my lover
makes, and these were definitely sounds of happiness.
Eventually the candle went out and we settled down, but we
were still talking. He pulled me closer
and kissed me tenderly. The soft pecks
turned to passionate lip locks and before I realized it, I had moved to
straddle his body. Touching him is
becoming so much more natural. We made
love on the floor in our new home and it was wonderful.
I really think I’m going to like it here, Journal.
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