cuddles observes yewdrk

'you have fallen from happiness into despair.  you are the more pathetic, my tiny counterpart'
'you are pathetic,  you wallow in bitterness when you have but to upend yoru frown to find warmth.  i have no choice but to despair, caged as i am in filth and silence for eterniaty'  a cold sneer was all that animated her otherwise cold monotone
'you could love me. unconditionally. or else have the decency to go mad.' he was complacent, his weary voice was strangled with humor where the caged one leeked contempt
'when we share only fatalisim, how could i feel anythign but contempt while yoru suffering is less than mine?'  could she love him?  did she already?   how long had it been since she had spoken to anyone else? could she rememebr anyone else?
'you have pride in your so called suffering, thou i dont see anyone tourtchering you as they do me.  you cannot have yet sunk as low as i while you still hold onto pride' pride? she considered a moment;  perhaps..   afterall,  whatelse did she have but her so called suffering 'you should go mad' he continued 'fore if you decide to love me then you must do so without hope, and THEN you would know torture, my dear'
'i cannot go mad' she took on his wry tone 'it would belittle what i have already taken,  how could this pride you have given me alow it?' she had been inside same guilded birdcage now for longer than than she had lived under the stars. 'how long have you kept me here, Yewdrk?' his laugh would have been rich had he been alive
'not long, my dear.  not long for the likes of you and i.  can you not count the suns that pass your window?' suns did pass her window.  every day, she supposed.  but she had never made count, and measuring seasons was beyond her even when she was free
'how does that sun affect you, vampire?'  the coldness had gone from her voice altogether now.  she was dreamy.  she was tired.
'ive had you two years' oh, only two? 'and sunlight makes me itch.   it would sear skin from soul of the rabble you hear below. but thats a story for another time' the vampire mulched on the corpse in his mouth, paused for a moment and pulled a thin bone from between his teeth 'how does it affect you, faery?' sunlight..  it brought memories of home in the flowers.. *tulips and bluebells and raindrops in thimbells..* did she have sisters?
'you cant break me.  i have no passions left.  perhaps you think that means youve already won?' did she love him?  hate him? no! she was indifferent; with a passion. he smiled driley,  a parody of hansom face.
'with none of this passion to ante, one can neither break nor be broken as you so dramatically term it. so fear not, if i could dredge up enuff will to make the effort, i would long have been beaten to a shivering wreck by our mutual sponsor. we stand outside the great game, you and i, my tiny counterpart.'