Nikki sighed, setting her book down. Morgan was pacing in front of her, and it was beginning to drive her up the wall. "Honestly, Morgan, would you stop? Just go talk to Vincent, you know it has to happen eventually." Her brother glared at her slightly. "I'd rather not spend the day before Christmas with my head torn from my shoulders, thank you. Besides, I know exactly what he wants to talk to me about, and I'd rather avoid that conversation for as long as possible. Would you like me to talk to Jazz?"
Nikki glared daggars at him. "That is not the same thing and you know it. Vincent is already looking for you, and he is not going to kill you." She snapped her book closed, and left the room with a huff. She paused in the library door, seeing Vincent in the same place he'd been a few days ago when she'd spoken to him. A small smile played across her face, and she returned the book to the shelf, taking down the one beside it. "Morgan is upstairs, I suggest you corner him before he runs again. You need to talk to him so he'll stop bothering me." She said this, and then exited, making her way to one of the other studies.
Vincent had spent most of his days in the library, reading what he could to pass the time. He had been searching for Morgan the past few days, but the elusive informant always managed to escape him. He had grown weary of the hide-and-seek game and had resorted to just waiting him out. He of course, used the time to begin reading up on some old research papers, some that he found quite odd and others a bit fascinating. They were not much, but still they had some sort of interest to him. He was brought from his stupor by the sound of Nikki's voice. He blinked slowly as the information processed. Nodding his head, he set the book down upon the shelf and made his way out of the door. Following her advice, Vincent soon found himself in the room where Morgan currently was, pacing still in his spot.
"Alistair," Vincent spoke, trying to get Morgan's attention. Once he had it, he continued. "I believe you and I have a discussion to make," he stated each word carefully. It was stated in a rather light tone, one that did not promise anything and held no ill-intentions towards the boy. There was a hint of something, however; with his monotonous tone, it was hard to tell what exactly it was. He gestured for Morgan to take a seat in one of the chairs in the room they were in, and took the one opposite of him. He sat, a calm appearance to his face as he took a slow breath.
"What exactly are your intentions?" he stated, the question coming out more of a demand than anything. Vincent did not mean anything by it, and only meant it as a question, however; his crimson eyes gleamed a little brighter than normal as he stared at his cousin.
Morgan sighed through his nose, listening as Vincent spoke. He really did not want to discuss anything with his cousin, let alone his intentions. Still, being an older brother himself, he could understand Vincent's position. Though he couldn't claim it all, he was not engaged to his sister. He placed his hands in front of his face as he regarded Vincent, but took his time in answering. He wasn't sure he liked the gleam in the man's eyes, however; he did provide the Pure Blood with an answer. Or a question, rather. "I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific. I have many intentions, the least of which would be surviving in order to protect my sister. Can I ask you to elaborate on that question?"
"You are aware that Erys is my intended, yes?" he retorted, speaking a bit slower than usual as he conveyed the message."However, I know she is quite fond of you, and you of her. Or am I wrong to assume that?" he replied, raising his eyebrow ever so delicately. He will give Morgan credit for remaining calm in a situation such as this, but Vincent was no fool. He could sense the reluctancy from Morgan to be in his presence, and Vincent couldn't blame the boy. This was, after all, a very delicate matter. At least to Vincent it was.
"The question remains, what are your intentions with my sister?" this time he clarified, leaning back in the chair in a relaxed position. Although Morgan wouldn't be able to notice it, there was a faint smirk crossing the thin lines of his lips. Vincent was amused at how he tried to deflect the question by asking his own, but the pure-blood would not budge from his spot. Morgan had to be assessed. If he chose his words carefully, Vincent might approve, but there was still a great chance he would disapprove, no matter how fond of Morgan Erys might have seemed. Vincent would not give his blessings to just anyone.
Morgan sighed tiredly. "Yes, I am quite aware of the situation between yourself and your sister. And no, you are not wrong to assume that, it is rather spot on, I would say." He paused, his eyes flickering to the window, where snow could be seen falling delicately, much like the night he and Erys had been outside. He then refocused his attention on the main question at hand. Frankly, he had spent so much time in the past, his mind absorbed with thoughts of his long-thought-dead sister, that he truly had not given the matter a thought at all. "Intentions would mean that the matter was premeditated, however, what had happened between myself and Erys is and was anything but. That being said, as we stand now, I have no intentions. Should she wish to persue the matter of feelings further, then so be it, that bridge will be crossed when we come to it."
"But at the moment, no such matters have come up between us. If she wishes to simply leave the situation where it is, then that is where it will stay. I have found my hands full delving into other matters concerning my sister and a certain mercenary, as it were." All of this was completely true. If Erys felt the need to pursue what seemed to be growing between them, then he would have no problem in joining her in that search. But unless she expressed her interest, he would leave it be. Matters such as love or marriage had been ones Morgan had let go of long ago once his family was gone.
Vincent cocked an amused eyebrow at Morgan's choice of words. So, he thought nothing more of it and was leaving it up to Erys to determine whether or not something would be pursued or not. How mundane. Still, he had to commend the boy. He sighed closing his eyes in the process. His mind was processing everything that Morgan had just stated. He stated that he had his hands full with his own sister and apparently the mercenary that had conveniently showed up during the attempt on the Headmaster's life. Vincent couldn't say for sure if he trusted the white-haired vampire, but he had no connection to the vampire and therefore had no need to interact with him. He was a friend to Nikki, that was all.
"Then, she shall remain my intended. Erys will not openly seek something out, even if she is fond of it. She will let it escape her if it came down to it. If this is truly what you speak, then I will not give you my blessings, nor my permission to pursue anything further with her. Should you try," he paused, his eyes flashing a brighter crimson before returning to a normal shade. He folded his hands beneath his gaze and stared intently at Morgan. "Not even her being fond of you will save you, however," he paused once more, leaning back with a small smile on his face. Though he meant every word he spoke, Vincent wasn't going to deny his sister what she wanted. Being fond of something, let alone someone, was one thing to Erys. She couldn't decipher the difference of actually loving something from being fond of it.
It was the reason why she remained naive in that sense. "If your intentions change, I may be willing to listen. Until then," he stated as he stood from his chair, his eyes locked on Morgan's form. "Sort out what is most important to you and solve them. Perhaps, if you were to share some of that burden with someone else, it might be easier for you. I will not tell you how to live your life Alistair, but you should do well to remember that there are others nearby who are willing to help," he finished as he exited the room.
Morgan sighed as Vincent left the room. Perhaps nothing would come of what had happened beneath the tree, and Morgan was fine with leaving it at that. At least, that was what he told himself. He had lost his family once, so he had always kept everyone, even Jasper, at arms length so that he didn't have to go through the pain of losing them. Now he had a second chance with his sister, but he would never wish that upon Erys. Not with his grandfather breathing down their necks. No, he's rather keep her at that safe distance and not have to worry about falling in love with her, only to have her ripped from him. She was safer with Vincent anyway.