[ He sees it in her mind, hears it in the slush of blood through her veins. The first time. The sweetness and the horror, the hot blood sheeting over her skin, the betrayal that cut far deeper than any knife. He feels it in himself as he bends over her, a sympathetic cramp in his gut, speared through with sorrow and sympathy. So too, he had been used, betrayed, by those who were supposed to love and shelter him. Marius' teeth in his throat, Lestat's hand pushing him down to the floor; yes, this is love. Cruel, terrible love.
He moves against her in the bed, lowering himself down alongside and on top of her, using his knees to part her legs so he can settle between them. His hand drifts to her hair as he kisses her, glass-sharp nails tangling in her curls. She's so sweet and soft, so innocent. Is this what it had been like for Marius' patrons, claiming Amadeo?
His fangs ache in his mouth. He drifts his kisses away from her lips, over her cheek, listening to the flutter of her heart and breaths as he seeks her throat. ]
cw: idk the vibes are weird
He moves against her in the bed, lowering himself down alongside and on top of her, using his knees to part her legs so he can settle between them. His hand drifts to her hair as he kisses her, glass-sharp nails tangling in her curls. She's so sweet and soft, so innocent. Is this what it had been like for Marius' patrons, claiming Amadeo?
His fangs ache in his mouth. He drifts his kisses away from her lips, over her cheek, listening to the flutter of her heart and breaths as he seeks her throat. ]