It has been an exceptionally long time since someone looked as shocked as this about his family name. Especially after his revealed vampirism passed with barely a batted eyelid. He can't help it, a pleased smile sprawls across his face while he enjoys the sight unfolding before him.
Only after Harrowheart has gasped and gushed does he speak again. His long fingers rest on his chest, gesturing to himself. "I am a Drachenblut. Mislav Drachenblut. The Durants are my descendants and distant relatives, Drachenbluts in all but name."
"And I'm, hm, a little over five hundred years old." His fingers drum once against his chest. Mislav goes quiet for a moment then, and sets down his glass on the banister rail. This gives him the freedom to slink closer. His voice lowers, hushes to an eerie quiet. "The Elders, the Archon and his patrons, and a few select individuals know of my existence. Discretion is more valuable than gold in a world like this one."
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Date: 2017-08-21 08:30 pm (UTC)Only after Harrowheart has gasped and gushed does he speak again. His long fingers rest on his chest, gesturing to himself. "I am a Drachenblut. Mislav Drachenblut. The Durants are my descendants and distant relatives, Drachenbluts in all but name."
"And I'm, hm, a little over five hundred years old." His fingers drum once against his chest. Mislav goes quiet for a moment then, and sets down his glass on the banister rail. This gives him the freedom to slink closer. His voice lowers, hushes to an eerie quiet. "The Elders, the Archon and his patrons, and a few select individuals know of my existence. Discretion is more valuable than gold in a world like this one."