Nathan scoffed, kneeling down and looking at Juliet. "I can't even see him, Juliet. And sadly my sense of touch is too soft to prevent my hand going straight through him." He shook his head, but he stuck his hand out, palm up, and felt a tongue licking it. He grimaced. "I can't touch spirits except with my soul, but they can touch me."
Juliet grimaced. "You have a point with the touching restriction... But not really with the sight. Blind people have to rely heavily on their other senses. So, if you could touch, then it would replace your sight. But you can't, so..." She mused. She couldn't imagine not being able to touch or see the souls. They were her family. She reached out to pet the dog as it licked his hand. "What do you do, if you don't interact with mortals or souls? No wonder you're all mopey and depressing. Sometimes," she said, kindly.
Nathan gave her a look but shook his head again. He bit his lip. "If...if you guided my hand...I think I could pet him..." He said slowly, almost timidly. He missed contact with animals. The living ones were less fond of him. They found him intimidating, while the spirits found him a symbol of safety.
Juliet ignored his first look, but shot one of her own at his idea. It could probably work. Her hand wouldn't go through, and the dog could touch him... So it be like a sandwichy effect. "Let's try," she said, grinning. Her hand slid over his gently, and she guided his touch to the dog's head, hoping it would work.
It did. Nathan felt contact and smirked, slowly stroking his hand over the dog's fur. "Now I don't even remember the last time I pet a dog." He mumbled, a slight smile appearing. His eyes got a certain light, a life about them.
Juliet watched his reaction curiously. He seemed very happy, more lively. His eyes were really handsome looking when they lost the dull sheen. "The last time you pet a dog... Well, that would be now, right?"
Nathan rolled his eyes. "Before this. Decades, even cen-" He cut off and looked down. "A really long time." He mumbled, not wanting to reveal his real age to her.
Juliet raised an eyebrow. "Cen...turies?" She finished. "I knew you were immortal, so logical deduction and stuff would hint that you're kind of old. To me, anyway. Maybe not compared to whatever species you are. It must be crazy, seeing all the advances made over two hundred years..." She tried to imagine what that must be like. "You know, I knew a spirit that was around 150 ish. He was a teenager when he died, though. But I read his age off his soul. It made him mad, 'cause he lost the bet. He had to help me get back at these bit.chy girls," she laughed. "God, that was the best."
Nathan sighed. "Juliet...among my kind..." He shook his head. "If you could guess my age, how old would you say I am?" He was over a thousand years, although not all of it was spent in consciousness. He'd suffered comas and and time being locked away without knowing how much time had passed.
Juliet frowned. "How could I accurately guess that? I can't read a living soul, and you look like you're twenty. So... like...random number? 492."
"Based off of the year I was born and not the ability to keep track of it counting, 1123." Nathan muttered, grimacing.
Juliet's eyes widened slightly. "1123?" She repeated. "Dam.n, that's insane. I know immortals are supposed to live forever, so I guess you're young, technically... But compared to me, it's... Wow. I just turned 17 not too long ago."
(Sorry to intrude but, Xenolith? You going to reply to ours? When you said dedicated....)
"If it counts for anything I was 17 when I became a mortal, and I tend to go back to being 17 often." Nathan told her. "Also, a good two or three hundred years of that is lost."
Juliet nodded. “Oh, really? So it’s like the spirit I told you about, kind of,” she observed. “Lost? What do you mean?”
Nathan looked down. "Gone. Not coming back." He muttered, shaking his head. "Spent in comas and prison and such. Maybe 400...I don't know, prison was a long time."
Juliet tilted her head. She wasn’t sure if it was really…er… politically correct to ask about that. She was curious, obviously, especially since she was going to stay at his house and all. But she didn’t want to overstep her place or anything. “Oh… well, that sucks. And here I thought two weeks of detention was bad.”
Nathan grimaced. "Don't get the wrong impression; I'm not reffering to criminal prison. I'm reffering to imprisonment of the supernatural. I haven't committed any crimes that would land me in prison that long."
Juliet nodded slowly. “Oh, that makes more sense… You don’t seem like super evil or anything… They have a certain look to them, both spirits and living people, and you don’t have the evil look.”
Nathan's grimace worsened. "I don't know, Juliet, my kind has always been considered evil. You're not exactly right here either way."