"A friend is someone who will always be there for you, but those feelings are much more than that are they not?"
His voice stopped her from leaving too soon. In a way, his words made her smile at the small gesture. Perhaps over the years they both had become important to each other without realizing it. Maybe it was the constant arguments or the battering the two constantly found themselves in, or perhaps it was just the need to have someone there and not hold back on words that needed and should be said. Whatever the reason, it caused something to flutter within the depths of her mind and she turned to face the pure-blood once more. Her eyes remained the jade color, and for once, she didn't feel the itch at the back of her throat for more. It was subdued, for the first time in years, her hunger had not resurfaced at such a short time as it had done before.
"We have a lot of time for that," she referred to his immortality and her own longer lifespan. She didn't exactly know when her time would be up as she was, or at least she thought she was, the only one of her kind in existence. She knew pure-bloods had immortality while vampires of a lesser blood only had longer lifespans, but they still aged and eventually, they died. The thought of death alone had not frightened her, but the thought of watching her family die while she remained stuck in a frozen time, did. She glanced up at Snow who seemed to be watching, staying silent for the time being as he had nothing to say. As odd as it was, she was thankful to her familiar for not putting her in a more awkward position, knowing Snow, he would.
"Even as such, you should be returning back to your dorm or class, it's almost curfew for you," she stated, however; it was in a lighter tone than it had before. She was giving him the option to return to either of his place of need, but she wasn't going to force him to. Not tonight at least. With that, she waved farewell to the black haired vampire and made her way through the woods, Snow flying after her and perching on her shoulder. She gave her companion a worried look as he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. She didn't want to pry into them for the sake of understanding the turmoil of her familiar, but if he did not speak to her soon, she might have to.
"Asuka," he stated, his voice low in a calm whisper. She raised an eyebrow at the hesitance in the usually firm and confident voice. He glanced at her, his ice blue eyes holding a sheer amount of concern. Twice she had given her blood to a pure-blood, once for the sake of one's life, and once for the sake of returning a favor of being trusted. "Do you think you will be fine after this?" he finished as she glanced away, pulling absentmindedly at her locks of auburn hair. She didn't reply right away, giving the answer Snow had feared a bit. She didn't know how to respond to that really. What would become of her now? She had shared her secret not only to the pure-bloods, but partially to the human girl who was her dorm-mate.
She had bitten the girl out of some trance she was in and it terrified her a bit. Perhaps she should ask for a private dorm room. But of course it would cause a lot of explaining and she didn't want to expose her secret to the headmaster either. Before she knew it, she was back at the Academy, walking absentmindedly with no particular destination in mind. She stopped in her steps as she noticed the white-haired pure-blood coming from the infirmary. There was a scent of blood lingering in the air, and she couldn't decipher through the many different scents. After all, there was an accident that had involved the exploding to occur. She shook those thoughts from her mind and approached the pure-blood.
"Rosenkreuz, is everything okay?" she stated as she approached. Although he seemed to be fine, it didn't help discern the fact that something was still amiss. Even if the pure-blood hadn't really shown much emotion, it was still easy to read when something weighed heavily on one's mind. She had learned to pick up on those signs from her uncle. She didn't blame the man. He was raising an abomination of sorts and, even though he had accepted her, she knew he didn't fully trust her no matter how many times he told her he loved her. She knew he truly did, but still, that inkling in the back of her mind had wanted to believe otherwise. The thirst will always win no matter how hard one tries to cage it up.