Exposure is difficult thing for a vampire to endure, especially a vampire who has spent his life -- and many lives of others -- attempting to stay in the shadows, hiding like vermin in cracks and crevices in order to survive. Armand suppresses an instinctive desire to run. To hide. To kill everyone at the table and erase the memories of everyone else, so they can slip back into darkness.
It's too late. Far, far too late. But his fear is useless in this moment; he has to appear unbothered, composed. Luckily, he's used to acting, and the longer he does it the more it feels real. Especially when he's looking into Louis' hot green eyes, watching his colour change as the blood feeds his body. Gazing at him, he murmurs his own pleasure at the feeling of Louis' tongue on his skin, pulling in a breath as Louis sucks on his thumb.
"We have little choice," he notes through their mental connection, though, like Louis, he's not entirely unhappy about it.
He presses Louis' tongue with his fingertips, then turns his hand, skating them across the point of a fang to draw his own blood in a flare and sting and add it to the sweet fruit juices.
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It's too late. Far, far too late. But his fear is useless in this moment; he has to appear unbothered, composed. Luckily, he's used to acting, and the longer he does it the more it feels real. Especially when he's looking into Louis' hot green eyes, watching his colour change as the blood feeds his body. Gazing at him, he murmurs his own pleasure at the feeling of Louis' tongue on his skin, pulling in a breath as Louis sucks on his thumb.
"We have little choice," he notes through their mental connection, though, like Louis, he's not entirely unhappy about it.
He presses Louis' tongue with his fingertips, then turns his hand, skating them across the point of a fang to draw his own blood in a flare and sting and add it to the sweet fruit juices.