"F-Florence, please! It's only a painting!" the terrified man backed quickly away from the canvas, chestnut hair whipping wildly as his lover slashed the image to ribbons, "God, I'm sorry! Don't be angry, Florence, I thought you would like it!" wailed Pierre mournfully, shoulders shaking violently as he fell back against the wall for support. Tears streamed down his face as he turned away from the tattered remains of his work.
Livid yellow, amber eyes fell scornfully to the mortal cowering behind him. "I've told you time and time again! Never paint me. I should leave you now! How would you like that? I'll leave you here to never see you again!" the words were snarled loudly, increasing in volume with each step. Florence slowly closed the distance to his cowering ghoul, hips swaying tauntingly.
"Worthless," he drawled scathingly, "You're worthless." His accent was painfully obvious; he wasn't concerned with the drawl, found it attractive even - especially the effect it produced on his quivering victim.
"Florence, please…" moaned Pierre pathetically, sliding down the wall as his lover towered over his trembling form. "I thought –."
"You shouldn't think," snapped Florence with irritation, lowering himself in front of the young male before him. His lips curled back in annoyance as Pierre emitted another shuddering sob. "Stop," commanded the kindred, rolling his eyes as the man continued to cry. Lifting his hand, he tenderly brushed the chestnut hair back from the mortal's face, tucking it neatly behind his ear. "You will stop now, for me? Hmm?"
Pierre nodded meekly, finally lifting his green eyes from the ground to gaze upon Florence's exasperated features. "Please, mon amour, I am sorry..." came the pitiful whisperings. As he started to sob once more Florence drew the distraught man into a gentle embrace, rubbing his hands soothingly over Pierre's back.
"Shh now," purred the kindred with synthetic sincerity, smoothing the tangled brown hair as he tucked Pierre's face into the cradle of his neck. "No harm, we'll just burn it later," cooed Florence as his ghoul nodded vehemently in agreement.
"Now, do you know what I want you to do?"
Another shake of the head, this time 'no'.
"I want you, little lamb, to show me that contraption you bought. A computer? Is that what you called it?" Soft whisperings confirmed he was correct as the blonde pulled Pierre up off of the floor, wiping away the remaining tears on the mortal's cheek. The kindred smiled, his face transforming into a cherubic abomination of tenderness.
Pierre managed a feeble smile, a breathless gasp escaping him as he found Florence's lips pressed against his. His head swam as he clung desperately to the smaller body, arms wrapping tightly around his southern lover's shoulders. "Y-yes... I'll show you, if that's what you want, mon amour," the Frenchman murmured, brushing his lips over the blonde's cheek in repentant apology for his earlier transgressions.
They passed into the next room arm in arm before Florence released his ghoul, directing him to take a seat in front of the monitor. Quickly the device was fired up, Pierre doing his best to explain how it worked, especially the Internet – which Florence seemed unusually interested in. Pierre was rewarded for his efforts with a taste of his beloved's blood. The vampire allowed himself to be coaxed into bed by the other to pass the remainder of the night at his mortal's request.