[ there's a little sigh that falls between his lips when he feels matt's finger tracing his ear. it's intimate, comforting, familiar. he's careful this time, and instead of using his fingers to knit up the wound, he nips his own tongue, his powerful vampire blood mingling with the freshly opened wound.
it also gives him a moment to willingly enjoy the blood, hot and sweet against his tongue. so rarely does he drink it from the source if it's not daniel. ]
Probably was. Can't imagine they'd not utilize us in some way for their horrors.
[ but he listens, head tipping back when he's only halfway done mending the wounds, blood dripping round the swell of his bottom lip and dripping down his chin. ]
You went out to find it? [ he can respect it, sure, but there's a note of incredulity to his voice before he drops his head again, finishing the long scratch along his other thigh. ]
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it also gives him a moment to willingly enjoy the blood, hot and sweet against his tongue. so rarely does he drink it from the source if it's not daniel. ]
Probably was. Can't imagine they'd not utilize us in some way for their horrors.
[ but he listens, head tipping back when he's only halfway done mending the wounds, blood dripping round the swell of his bottom lip and dripping down his chin. ]
You went out to find it? [ he can respect it, sure, but there's a note of incredulity to his voice before he drops his head again, finishing the long scratch along his other thigh. ]