( yes, betrayal does stick with you. it doesn't get easier, even with hundreds of years to soften the blow. there's nothing that hurts like someone you love turning away from you, and she knows from experience. she's not paying him enough attention to notice the way his expression curdles like sour milk at the mention, but if she did — she's not gonna press on it. nobody wants to talk about how they've been stabbed in the back by somebody that mattered to them. this is not a show me yours and i'll show you mine situation.

Carmilla is deathless and sometime in her first century compiled an exhaustive list of what she considered to be the worst way to die. at least she's consistent in thinking drunkenly dying in her sleep would probably be the least terrible way to go about it. )

You don't have to be born in the 1900s to have had a vintage from then, ( she explains dryly, though honestly she was alive during that time. and she'd been drinking vintages from the 1800s then. being eternally 18 and picky as hell about your wine is a real trip. ) The notes in wine open and deepen the older they are. Modern stuff never gets a chance to get that complex.