When the words had left Vladimir's lips, a sliver of his brain was dedicated to innate panic. Perhaps he shouldn't have said anything. Perhaps he should have kept to silence and remained Améa's stoic and silent partner, the guard he had promised himself to be. A confidant, dare he say even a friend. To have loved and then lost it, and then open oneself up again could lead to nothing but disaster and ruin. Of course part of him was afraid. He had had his heart stomped on, his very nature scorned and spat upon. That part of him that was afraid wanted him to take the words back out from the air, swallow them whole, erase them from existence.
But for one, it was too late for such things, and secondly, he didn't want to do that. He'd needed her to know how he felt, and as frightening as it was, he knew he could not have it any other way. Ruella - he could not get enough of that name as he rolled it around in his mind, desired to use her shorthand verbally more often now that he had her permission - was dear to him. He would never break his vow to her, and he knew she would not break her vow to him, but he needed her to know the added weight behind his confession.
This love felt so real. Once the heart had found that it liked the word once again, it seemed as though everything else simply fell into place. The sight of her alone was enough to get his own heart racing, echoed only by the sound of her own heart and pulse thumping away in her body. The sounds were so accessible with his senses, even more so with the recent feed. Everything was heightened, but especially his emotions.
Would that she could hear the way his heart thumped away in his chest, but perhaps she could feel it, what with the way he still held her close until he got an answer from her.
Always. Love you.
Vladimir absorbed the weight of those words, his expression turning from the bewildered expression after their kiss, from the pangs of agony from when he first entered the room in his hunger, and shifted to a smile. Gentle at first, then it grew. His expression shifted upon its axis, the joy in hearing those words on her lips causing his stoicism to fall away into nothing, crumbled to dust. She loved him, he loved her, and it was only right that she see him for the man he could be. For the expressions and joy and love he could show her, and offer, if she would have him.
He didn't have to worry.
"Always," he repeated, his happiness broaching into his speech, "Always that I will love you. This I promise, vow, any word in your language and mine that conveys the strength and desire I have to give you all that I have to offer, and all that I have to love." Though with the feed, his emotions were heightened in more ways than one, he did not let himself jump ahead. Primal instincts wanted to jump forward, but he would not be so hasty, no. Not without knowledge that they were both in agreement. He let his lips press against her cheek, never letting go of her throughout all of this.
"I love you," he told her again against her skin. Now that he'd said the words, he wanted to say them over and over, tasting the joy in his mouth with every utterance. "I want to show you the depths of which I do. To show you the joys of life, of love, happiness. Our vows will never be left to the wayside, of course, this goes without saying... But I want to show you the man that I am, and of what I am capable of with... with you at my side. I had thought I knew what love was, and it was crushed. This?" He indicated the two of them standing there in each other's arms, longing to lay down with her and hold her close though that was neither here nor there at that particular moment. A subject to be broached eventually, but not yet, not when other emotions and statements needed to be made that were fundamentally more crucial.
"This is true love. Acceptance of everything that embodies us, from the good to the faults. Your Sorceraic nature and mine Dhampiric own. Does this make sense, Ruella?" Was he articulating it just right?