Laurent's eyes fall closed as Elyas describes the path he took. If there is one thing the vampire missed about the day, it's the brilliance of color. Perhaps that's why he's so fond of rich, saturated colors in his home and attire. He longs for the dazzling blues and violets of the day which he can never again have.

While the moon is a beauty in and of itself, its light is (quite literally) only a pale reflection of that gleaming star.

A soft sigh escapes him as he pictures it: grass-green hills, the green only visible in small pockets between the rainbow of flower petals. The sea as bright as sapphires glimmering in the mid-day light. And, of course, his otherworldly fox strolling down the lane, skin warm and oh-so-alive. What a lovely picture, indeed.

Opening his eyes once more, Laurent's fingers move gently against Elyas' cheek. Still warm and alive, of course. Ah, how he savors that. The heat that rolls off his beloved's body, the flush of life in his skin, the subtle sensation of his blood moving through him in an echo of his steady pulse.

"It is early still. Shall we take a stroll while there is life going on around us?"