(Aww thankies! *hughug* You have awarded me my first reputation points <3 And I don't really know of anyone in particular. I'm rather new myself still.. Hm... If you're not sick of me yet, I wouldn't mind taking over, if you still need a partner. Sorry about the slow reply though, my wifi got turned off o.o)<o:p></o:p>
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Grigor couldn't help himself. He had been reading the entirety of the blogger's posts, growing more and more curious as to who it was that had had such experiences, who it was that had such views so close to his. Until he came upon the latest post and he knew. He knew exactly who it was that had those views, that had drawn him in with their writing and the likeness with him... Nicoli Wei. <o:p></o:p>
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The realization was a hard one for multiple reasons, Grigor would later admit, running a hand nervously through his hair and trying not to be embarrassed. Hard, after all, was a euphemism for more than "difficult". Nicoli Wei, having previously captured his mind, had succeeded in capturing a rather large sliver of his respect. yes, he was still clearly in the closet, but he gave such good advice that it hardly seemed as if he was being hypocritical. And perhaps he wasn't truly in the closet to everyone, just that he simply didn't want to tell him considering he had just met him. Regardless, Nicoli Wei was now involved in a new goal of Grigor's--the goal to actually do an outreach to the gay vampire community. He clearly cared about it and being gay himself, and already running a successful blog, he would be perfect the job. <o:p></o:p>
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It didn't hurt that he was still very attractive and much more accessible to Grigor.<o:p></o:p>
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It also didn't hurt that he was involved in another new goal of Grigor's--to have crazy, gay, vampire sex with one Nicoli Wei. He certainly didn't think it was an impossibility if he just let himself be more normal around him, seduce him slowly. He had already waited fifty years to have sex from the last person that he had liked, it wouldn't hurt to wait a few more months to properly seduce the young vampire into his bed or on the kitchen floor or up against the wall.. If there was one thing that people liked to say about Grigor Romanov, it was that he got what he wanted. Always. <o:p></o:p>
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With that in mind, he stood and made his way from his house, following the familiar scent that Nicoli seemed to have already impressed upon him, and reached Nicoli's place a moment later. The sun was behind the clouds at the moment, so it wouldn't be too bad for Nicoli to open the door for him. Then again, it was only about six or so... Perhaps he was still "sleeping"? Frowning at this thought, Grigor nearly retreated from the door, but decided that if he had come this far, and Nicoli was awake, he would have already sensed him, and so knocked very lightly on the door.<o:p></o:p>
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Vincent had almost succeeded--almost succeeded--in not thinking about the sexy vampire living above him the whole day. Truthfully, he had. He had kept very busy in his interior design class, working away on his color palette and not thinking one single itty bitty thought about Zane. Of course, it would be his bastard of a Psychology professor that decided that he wanted to do a debate about vampirism and if the condition changed a person's state of mind. At the word "vampire" he had thought about dark, handsome, mysterious Zane and he couldn't argue for the side that he normally would have picked. Sure, he had never specifically had anything against vampires. He had never joined in on the riots or beat up anyone who was a vampire, but when debates came up, he normally picked the side that said they were monsters because that's what had been expected of him. He couldn't do that this time. <o:p></o:p>
He stood and walked to sit with five other people out of his class of forty that thought that vampirism didn't change the state of mind of a person grotesquely, that it simply altered how they had to go about living. When he walked out of the class, it was with an odd feeling of pride. Standing up against people that put down others had been relatively hard for him. He had always—and still was, to a degree—in the closet when it came to friends and schooling and such. Although, with his ex's rather loud outburst, he had been getting some strange looks all day… With his mind full of Zane after that class, he hardly noticed. <o:p></o:p>
He went home around five after his school day was over and he picked up a few groceries at the local store. His gaze wandered up to the window he knew was Zane's briefly, but a brief shake of his head and he headed in to his own apartment. He couldn't very well just go barging up there and say "oh, hello, I'm just here to say hi… Don't mind my evident arousal." Somehow, he didn't think that would fly too well. At least, he amended, he would give himself some time at home to relax and recuperate and then…maybe…if he reminded himself repeatedly that Zane couldn't just be a rebound, not with how polite he was, then he could go up there at sundown.<o:p></o:p>