“Surely the idea of love is that we’re supposed to be willing to fall in to it. Don’t you find this a little strange?” I watched his reactions very closely. I really wasn’t sure how I felt about my future being chosen for me.
"I've wanted to be in love ever since I discovered I couldn't freely have it" Witt whispers.
“You can’t freely have it? What do you mean?” This revelation made me realise why he was so cool with the whole thing.
"I was cursed by a witch" Witt mutters almost growling.
“A witch” I muttered. “Any particular witch? Have you... have you got anything against witches?” I bit my lip, worried about what he would say if he knew I was a sorceress.
"No, it’s a long story that I'd rather not re-live right now". As I was about to protest the food arrived. I decided to wait until later to pick his brain about it.
“So, tell me about yourself.” I asked, intrigued as to the character of the guy who I was to be tethered too by some invisible force for the rest of our lives.
"What do you wanna know?" Witt asked.
"What are your interests? What do you do to pass the time?" What do you think about the fact I’m a sorceress? No, I still couldn’t ask him. But at some point, I would tell him.
"Hmm, I like to have fun. I don't have any hobbies really, but I love a good party.” Witt began to trace patterns on the back of my hand leaving a warm heat where he touched my skin. I wanted to pull my hand away; this was happening so fast, but somehow I couldn’t.
“Well, I suppose that’s one thing we have in common. I like having fun, and a good party. But I can be a bit geeky as well. I love to read.”
"What books?" he asks seeming to now be watching my lips. I smiled and waited until he looked back at my eyes.
“I like Jane Austen, The Bronte’s, and Agatha Christie. Well, they’re my favourites. Do you like books?” I doubted books were really his thing, but I supposed that if he was exactly like me we wouldn’t get on at all.
"A bit. Well, I use to read quite a bit not much anymore"
“Well that’s something I suppose. So what’s it like... being a vampire?”
"I've never been asked that before. I can't really describe it" Witt stopped tracing patterns on my hand and began to eat.
“Have you ever killed someone because you drank too much of them?” I was curious, even though I knew it would not affect how I felt about him.
"No, the worst I've done with drinking blood is put someone in a coma.” He looked at my eyes again as I began to eat.
“Well, that’s something. At least you’re not a murderer. So, I think that since I know what you are, you ought to know what I am.” I braced myself and put my hand over the dying flower on the table. It bloomed again, and Witt's eyes widened.
"A sorceress" Witt says without blinking. "I already knew.”
“I’m a telepath.”
“So you know what I’m thinking right now?” I focussed on his gorgeous eyes and blanked my mind of all else.
"My eyes" Witt says smiling. "And wanting to clear your mind. That’s a thought itself.”