[ he's fueled by the blood - there's no denying it. the willing who offer, the vampire companions at his side who feed him their own, an intimate sharing of memories and power. but her voice rings so loudly in his head that he can think of nothing else.
which way, she asks, and he's gone from her sight across the frenetic table. seconds later, he is behind her, a gentle hand coming to he elbow, his fangs gone but his pupils still blown, his mouth still red. and carefully, across her mind - ]
Let me pull you inside. Double doors to the veranda. Make it look like we're up to something else.
[ cover, careful not to tempt the wild and decaying things on the table. not to tempt any other vampire at the feast with live prey in their eyes. there's a power that radiates from him - a warning to any who might turn their eye - and strangely? alicent will find that no one around them regards her. eyes that might once have been on her turn away, unseeing. ]
Come with me, your grace.
[ said aloud in a low, rumbling whisper, taking one step and holding his hand to her, pleading. ]
no subject
which way, she asks, and he's gone from her sight across the frenetic table. seconds later, he is behind her, a gentle hand coming to he elbow, his fangs gone but his pupils still blown, his mouth still red. and carefully, across her mind - ]
Let me pull you inside. Double doors to the veranda. Make it look like we're up to something else.
[ cover, careful not to tempt the wild and decaying things on the table. not to tempt any other vampire at the feast with live prey in their eyes. there's a power that radiates from him - a warning to any who might turn their eye - and strangely? alicent will find that no one around them regards her. eyes that might once have been on her turn away, unseeing. ]
Come with me, your grace.
[ said aloud in a low, rumbling whisper, taking one step and holding his hand to her, pleading. ]