"It only makes it sweeter, knowing that we're ending it," he vows, using his powers to keep the other one in place, watching his friend be eaten by Daniel. Armand will get to his food, of course, but at the moment, he's enjoying the sheer terror radiating through him as he realises that he cannot feel his body.
He approaches and holds tight to his meal's shoulders, taking great pains to make sure Daniel is watching before he sinks his fangs into his neck to drink, neat and steady, but there is no little drink and control for this one.
No, this is a victim he will drain merrily and send to his knees, pale and losing consciousness. When he's through (careful not to overindulge), he steps back and politely presses his thumb to the corners of his lips, licking the last remnants of blood from his fangs. "You still taste far sweeter," he opines. "But they are wonderfully filling. You've provided well for us, my love." And here, even now, a thrill that someone has done this for him -- hunted for him and brought him dinner.
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Date: 2024-09-05 02:06 am (UTC)He approaches and holds tight to his meal's shoulders, taking great pains to make sure Daniel is watching before he sinks his fangs into his neck to drink, neat and steady, but there is no little drink and control for this one.
No, this is a victim he will drain merrily and send to his knees, pale and losing consciousness. When he's through (careful not to overindulge), he steps back and politely presses his thumb to the corners of his lips, licking the last remnants of blood from his fangs. "You still taste far sweeter," he opines. "But they are wonderfully filling. You've provided well for us, my love." And here, even now, a thrill that someone has done this for him -- hunted for him and brought him dinner.