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Ravnos let out his own little sigh as he laid there, an arm wrapped around him. He closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in the warmth of the God’s body as he lay up against him. The hand a top his own was endearing and he smiled more.

His eyes slipped open only slightly in response to Grendel’s question. He hoped they would sleep for a food long while. He just wanted to be here with his love and enjoy him with what time he did have with him. Their life just seemed so much more busier now. It was odd. He had never felt this busy bedore but with the babies he expected them to keep him very, very busy.

“Hmmmm…” He wiggled slightly to get more comfortable. “At least a few hours I am sure. I hope.” He wasn’t too sure how long between feedings they would sleep. But babies were always sleeping at this age he assumed. A lot of energy was used up to grow.

The quiet was nice. He could just lay here in silence forever as long as he could curl up against Grendel and have him wrap an arm around him. How had he got so lucky?

Unlike the God, Ravnos had not given the dream anymore thoughts. He did not want to think about it. Not only did it disturb him but it didn’t put Grendel in a very pleasant mood either. So why bring it up?

And then Grendel’s voice rumbled, calling his name. Drawing him back into the here and now. His eyes opened again. “Hm? Distract you? Any particular request in how?”

Oh. So he wanted a story well Ravnos would of course ablige. One about my Ne of his exploits easy enough there were so many.

“Alright, I suppose you would ask sooner or later.” He had expected it sooner but that was on.

“So a while back I had gone into business with a Toreador art thief. He hit some pretty big jobs back in the day and was also a good friend. He needed help on a job that required a certain set of skills. Luckily I possessed those.” He started.

“So he had spent weeks planning this. Getting all the tools we would need. Scoping out the place, watching to see who was coming and going at what times. The whole thing. He might have been flaky like Toreador tend to be sometimes but he was meticulous. So it was the night of the in right? We were drinking for hours beforehand this was a time when booze still had an effect for me. We sneak in through a back window, oh! It’s a museum I forgot to say that. Anyway we sneak in, loot a few things from the exhibits. There were more than paintings in there of course. Somehow I ended up with a hat made of metal and two horns on it. He had pilfered a ladies dress don’t ask me why.” Ravnos laughed remembering how rediculous his friend had looked.

“We get into the room where the painting is that he plans to steal but wouldn’t you know it the Ventrue Prince at the time knew someone was going to attempt to steel in. So he slapped the shackles on us and tossed us in jail. Now that is where the fun begins. I of course was able to pick the locks in my shackles and the door to my cell. They had separated us so by the time I found him he was still in the dress trying to ward off the advances of his guard who he had tried to flirt with to get him to open the door to his cell. Obviously didn’t work out and I had o knock him out.”

He grinned. “Our daring escape from the city is next. The Sherrif at the time had let loose his hounds so we were chased up and down the city. We almost lost them in the sewers of not for a helpful Nosferatu that pointed us out. We tried hiding in a brothel but well…” the Disciple laughed again remembering with slight fondness. “They sniffed us out. He got caught in the bath area and nearly drowned. Me well, we won’t talk about that. Anyway, eventually we had escaped the clutches of the hounds but the were still out for us so finally we slipped into an onion cart that was leaving the city. It would cover our scent and deter them with their sensative noses. To say the least we didn’t get the painting, or payed and we smelt like onions for weeks.”

Ravnos had begun idly playing with a piece of Grendel’s hair that had come loose from his braid. “Of course it’s true. Would I lie to you? Wait before you answer that.” Reaching into his shirt he pulled out a small slo of paper and held it up.

“The tab from the bar we were drinking at. A souvenir I’ve kept to remind me. He dragged me into all sorts of things. Like the time he destroyed this one guys savage cart and we had to hide in a ladie’s clothing store. Or the time I had to since at a Toreador party while he mouthed the lyrics. OR the time l…well..never mind that time.” He shot the God a cheeky grin as he wound the strand of hair around his finger.

He sighed, putting the little slip of paper back inside his sleeve. “Embellish? Me? Never.” Ok maybe sometimes but this story was true and maybe they weren’t actually hounds they were Gangrel which were just about as bad as them. And maybe he had wandered into that brothel no really intending to hide. “Look we can go find my friend but he’s probably ice and cozy at some poetry bar or something right now.”

The rest was all completly and utterly true. He couldn’t get the smell of onions out of his favorite shirt for weeks.

When Grendel got close he had to hold back kissing him. It was just hard not to want to when he was that close. And it was the perfect opportunity but it quickly passed him by

Oh s**t. Had he said that? “Yes? Sometimes. Only in dire circumstances. But I’m not all that good.” The Toreador’s seemed impressed if he remembered correctly. They were amazed that his friend could sing so well.

“I didn’t figure you would.” Ravnos’s life before he had met Grendel was quite adventurous sure. But it was also very unstable as well. He had worked his way up through the clan to get to where he was. And it wasn’t always fun times. He had spent quite a few nights in jail and probably escaped final death by the skin of his teeth. The Disciple had the good times though and honestly he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

But he had lived two lives. One more recent and even then sometimes the experiences from the life bled into this one and he had trouble keeping them separate.

“Look things happen when I sing and I can’t help that.” He let out a sigh. The God was going to make him sing wasn’t he? He just knew it was coming so why wait. “I’ll sing if you want me to but I need a guitar otherwise it sounds silly.”

“I think one lady put it like…how did she say… babies got made? Or was it the actions in which babies got made started. Yes we’ll go with that one.” It still didn’t sound right but then he was trying to translate an old saying that didn’t quite come across.

Ravnos had pretty much given up the fight before it had even begun so. But he supposed one song couldn’t hurt. Grendel seemed pleased that he had convinced him so easily anyway.

“No I suppose a guitar isn’t necessary.” He had almost forgotten about the babies and a guitar would most certainly wake them up. Which he did not want right now. He placed his hand on the God’s chest while he played with his hair. It had been a long time since he had sung anything other than drinking songs. “Any particular type of song you would like to hear?”

He shrugged lightly at Grrendel’s eyebrows raising. He had asked. Obviously his translation had gotten the point across so it wasn’t that terrible. Little old Romani ladies were hard to understand at best sometimes.

“So then your opinion is the only one that matters in this then. How convenient for you.” The corner of his mouth turned up.

To be honest Ravnos enjoyed it. Music had always been a big part of Romani culture. No so much Vampire culture. Especially when it came to the other clans. They had no music. They were all undead after all.

But he would try his best to keep it at a reasonable volume.

Ravnos thought for a moment. No preference though he supposed there hadn’t been much music for Grendel in Caine’s temple either. Such a shame. Part of him wondered if Grendel would be different if he had been afforded these small things. Green eyes slipped closed as he concentrated on the song he drug up. Hearing the melody in his head. It was really better with a guitar but such as it was. Moment later he began to sing.