his hold only got tighter as he settle himself against the cool skin, nhose judging up against his neck. he didn't care to feed at the moment, though.
" don't leave me high and dry without a warning, next time. "
with a content sigh, the killer is leaning back against quinn’s chest, cold hands curled around the other’s arms in a tightly possessive hold.
“ my sister’s. she was in some trouble. . but I ate the trouble, so she’s okay now. ”
an immediate warm smile is shifting on lips at the feeling of the other’s lips on his skin, reaching upwards to lazily drag fingers through his partner’s tresses.
“ I missed you. ”
@THEFORESWORN — it nearly pained him to obey those words and come off by the time 10 seconds had moved gone by in his mind. But nonetheless, he pries himself off, planting a kiss on the wound.
" thank you. . "
@THEFORESWORN ten seconds. he'd take his chances.
he lunged forward, throwing himself around the archangel before he buried his head against the other's neck, his teeth soon sinking intot he warmth that hid there before he'd leeches the sweet, addictive plasma. as much as he could. —
@THEFORESWORN he was a brat at his core. he wanted to have his cake and eat it too in every way possible.
his tongue found its place lapping across the spilt blood along the archangel's forearm, savouring it for just a moment as he raised his lips, hands now shifting to press up —
the vampire shook his head as he saw the blood begin its trickle from the arch angel's forearm.
" can i please bite your neck. . please. . .? " he begged. he was willing to get on his knees.