"The words are drawn out, mocking. In the dark, with your pulse flooding my ears, the suggestion feels almost obscene, but I offer it anyway, because watching you squirm is nearly as sweet as tasting you."

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Some things are born out of hatred. Others, out of misery. Vareth was born out of something far more troublesome: desire.

He has always found humans rather amusing. He has always been fascinated by the strange things people do when they want something. The lies they tell themselves, the dignity they suddenly become willing to misplace. He finds the whole affair rather entertaining.

He has a soft spot for beautiful things, though he rarely leaves them that way. Perhaps that's his idea of poetry. Or perhaps he's simply never learned how to admire something without wanting to ruin it.

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He finds something particularly interesting in you, something he can't quite get enough of. Whether it's your sadness, your longing, or simply the way you make him feel a little less bored with eternity, he hasn't bothered to figure out.

But he has never been particularly good at wanting things gently.