For years Jeremiah had lost himself amid the rush of blood, drugs, and the music that seemed to rip into his very being. Hell even on his most clear headed of days the vamp would be lucky to recall much more then a fleeting memory of the decades he spent wandering. Yet he could remember every single second spent in her company...could recall it all with perfect clarity. The sight of her laying in bed as he did his best to see her through the strange illness remind him of those days she had spent caring for him long ago.
It was her angelic face that brought him peace as he laid upon his death bed, and it was her dark embrace that set him free from the mortal coil. Delirious as he had been Jeremiah even remembered having confessed his love for her back then. Letha had been his angel of mercy, and when she turned him she had opened the door to a world of immeasurable pleasures...yet for all he had witness is his travels, well nothing ever came close to seeing her smile.
The sound of her soft laughter shook the vampire free from his thoughts, and Jeremiah just chuckled as her words reached him. "A single hot wing?" Just the mental image alone, of his beautiful sire trying to eat a messy hot wing, had a grand smile sweeping across Jeremiah's face. So many questions flooded his mind, but he just blurted out the first thing he thought of. "Darling...please tell me that ya didn't try using a fork and knife on that wing, with a napkin tucked in to keep ya from getting all messy...cause i'll bust a rib from laughter here an now if'n that was the case!"
When his composure returned at last he wiped the tears from his face with his napkin, but giggled again as he found himself looking at the cloth in hand. Oh he knew she was no prudish princess...well a princess in his eyes, yes, but after all there late night socializing back in those seedy bars...he never once thought her to be the snobbish sort. Still she had always carried herself with such regale manners that Jeremiah just couldn't imagine her holding onto a little chicken wing covered in sauce.
"Apologies love, meant nothing mean spirited by my words." As delicious as he found the meal, a part of him longed to skip towards dessert. It wasn't the food that mattered to him, but the thought of just sitting by her side on the porch...that was something he desired desperately. Still when she giggled and mentioned the trickery of the town...and her deep want for him, a small little frown tugged at his lip. "Darling i'm real, and unworthy of just being near ya. Shouldn't have ever left your side, but magic or not it don't matter cause please know that i'll never leave ya again."