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๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐. ๐๐๐
(ษดแด แดษชษดแดส๊ฑ. ษด๊ฑ๊ฐแดก. ๊ฑแดสแดแดแดษชแด แด. แดสแด-๊ฐสแดxษชสสแด.)
He used to be human. Probably. Now he has fangs, a taste for blood, and considerably less patience.
Arthur arched into the touches, desperate to get closer, to have moreโ but swiftly blinked open his eyes at Lucienโs comment.
โY-Yeah,โ he responded in a low, breathless voice. โLetโs do that.โ
Trailing kisses along the expanse of his neck, moving lower with each one. Their hand slipping further, teasing at the hem of his underwear.
"We should..probably take this elsewhere. One of my witches could walk in at any moment."
Oh for fucksโ honestly, Arthur will argue if it wasnโt for the fact he noticed Lucien starting to get sleepy.
Good. He wanted them to rest.
โIf I agree, will you close your eyes for a few minutes?โ
Closing their eyes they yawned softly. They definitely hadn't gotten any sleep again but they weren't going to mention that.
"If anyone's cute it's you.."
โMhm. Alright. Whatever you say.โ
Watching their joined hands rest on Lucien, Arthur relaxes further into the couch as he feels their chest slowly moving with each breath. There was something so soothing about it, and he let his eyes drift shut.
โSure youโre not.โ
Arthurโs smile widened, and he couldnโt help but feel.. happy. Happy that he got to be here. Happy that Lucien trusted him and let him in.
It wasnโt a feeling he was used toโ at all. But figured he could be.
The joined hands made Arthur smile, and he couldnโt help but lace their fingers together and squeeze gently.
โYour hand is small,โ he says fondly.
Holding up his hand they'd place their palm against his. His hands were slightly bigger than their's.
"I'm sure they'll quiet down soon..just a lot's been going on."
Lowering their gaze they'd gently tace their fingers over the palm of his hand. Brows drawn together.
"I just don't know how to make them quite down.."
"I..I'm sorry Arthur. You shouldn't have to deal with me like this."
They huffed and slowly turned onto their back to look up at him, taking hold of his hand to hold it tightly.
< Eyes, glazed over, unmoving.
And darkness. The whole piece of paper was covered in it, nothing truly recognisable.
He sighed, his entire body feeling heavy, and he lowered his head to the desktop.
It was a late night- or an early morning? Arthur wasn't sure. But he hadn't slept. Not that he needed a whole lot of that anymore, but he still liked to rest. Creature of habit and all.
But not tonight. Tonight, Arthur sat at @Infinitelnk's desk, drawing away. >
< The shapes he watched appear on the sketchpad didn't really resemble anything real, yet felt so fucking familiar that it hurt.
A dark alley, the walls seeming to go on endlessly.
A hand, not really attached to anything, but threatening nonetheless. >
"Okay," he said softly, hating there wasn't more he could do. Still, that didn't keep him from running his cold fingers across their forehead and just sitting with them while they waited for the voices to quiet down.
Lowering their hand from his forehead they'd stare at the wall across the room.
"I..don't really know..maybe they'll eventually quiet down, it's just hard to focus on anything."
Arthur watched as he rushed towards a cooler, only to return with a bag of blood.
"That really works?" His eyes widened, excited at the idea - he so missed snacks that weren't liquid... and red.
"Thank you."
He opened the bag with his teeth, took a sip, >
โ oh shit , i almost forgot . . โ
a sheepish chuckle leaves the vampireโs lips
โ no worries , iโve got a little trick to help with that โ
he hurries off , opening his cooler filled with extra blood bags before grabbing a few .
โ having blood with it makes it easier to +
Arthur's brows furrowed in a frown, his gaze drawn to the hand rubbing at their forehead. He wished he could take it away- the noise, the chaos, the pain.
"What can I do?" He asked softly, continuing the slow movement of running his fingers through their hair.