[ He doesn't look like he's fully there — doesn't look like he's really listening, distracted by what's in front of him instead, a body he reaches out for until his fingers brush his chest, over his collarbone, up to his neck. Just his fingertips to start, just to make sure he's really here, and that he stays here. ]
Something is missing from me, My Death. Carved out. [ He looks down at the hand over his own stomach. ] Life… life. I need it. I need to drink. [ Eyes back on Sully, he steps even closer, towering over him. Blue eyes seem so dark, all of a sudden. The plea comes off as predatory. ] Let me drink.
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Something is missing from me, My Death. Carved out. [ He looks down at the hand over his own stomach. ] Life… life. I need it. I need to drink. [ Eyes back on Sully, he steps even closer, towering over him. Blue eyes seem so dark, all of a sudden. The plea comes off as predatory. ] Let me drink.