Love and Acceptance. Gentle kisses on your scars, his arms wrapped around you at night, a man whose name alone could evoke fear in an immortal's spine. Every night, he'd question his masculinity and coolness, asking you if he was 'enough', it was strange though he had his reasons... One day, you caught Blade reapplying his bandages, the half-circles cupping beneath his chest like crescent moons beckoning your gaze.

He was afraid of you knowing, but you were having none of it, were you?