Absinthe
Currently, one resided in France, living, as always, going up any passing skirt and latching onto any bared throat. And, until recently, he'd found his dear friend, Count D, again; God knew he'd freaked out with the baby, but… well…
"Single-parenting?" he teased that afternoon, as they sat at his house's terrace's table. He set a crystal glass down, serving a clear green liquid and placing a slotted spoon on top.
"I don't appreciate such jokes, Alexander." At the golden glare, he just chuckled.
Those amber eyes followed the three sugar cubes he carefully set upon the spoon. So did the infant's violet ones; a shiver ran up and down his spine as he realized the kid must be awfully aware of his surroundings, at such young age…
As he poured water on them, the sugar dissolving and mixing along with the green drink below, making it milky in tone, he added: "You are unusually tense, D. The war is over, yet you haven't stopped going up and down: moving the pet shop, going to China, getting that… that," he gestured at the child in the other's arms. "You need another pastime."
"I have already told you of our mission, and…"
He interrupted: "No, D," he insisted. "Try other stuff for yourself, at least once in your lifetime." He pushed the absinthe glass towards him.
"Alcoholism is not something I would do, and you know it." Hell, had he always being such a stubborn bastard?
"I'm not asking you to do so," he said, and D smirked that little victorious smirk. Except… "I'm ordering you to take this, right now." Before the Count could protest, he took the child from his arms, nodding towards the glass. "I'll spare you the pain of being a bad example." Covering the baby's violet eyes, he added: "But you drink that."
Graceful fingers grasped the glass, lifting it hesitantly. "What for?" he asked faintly, eyes fixed on the milky-looking spirit.
"So you can give a damn about the world and your holy mission," Alexander replied, blue eyes begging as golden met his. "Be happy as well, perhaps? For a minute or two?"
D smirked again, biting his lip to keep from chuckling. "Getting me drunk so you can take me to bed, huh?" he teased, the vampire blushing. "Very clever, I'd say… Yet I don't think you are deserving of the compliment." The rim of the glass touched his dark lips…
"Careful, though; might be too bitter for you, even with the added sugar," he warned, remembering D's reaction to anything not-sweet.
Yet he wasn't expecting that, after the first tentative sip, he'd empty the glass at all…
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