"thank goodness for that." he offers, a laugh is offered at the comparisons.
though he's old .. he likes to consider himself well versed, and up to date on at least enough media to get by.
"and stop apologizing. I want you to talk, openly." he invited him to join him, β
"i mean, iβm not like edward," from twilight. he exhaled a chuckle. "i don't sparkle in the sunlight." he had amusement in his tone. he did, unironically, enjoy twilight.
"um," he paused. "no. hunt as in the physicality of it, no." he paused again.
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β perhaps not as much as he should or .. maybe there was a touch of hesitation.
"are you able to satiate your cravings adequately? no real .. interactions between the vampire side and the witch side of things?"
he laughs, "so youd say your transformation was that of relation to popular media."
which was ... well, surprising to be made aware of. as he was all too ignorant when it came to any information regarding vampires and the transformation process.
"you hunt, I presume?" β
"it was worse then others." considering shortly after, something happened with an ex. but that was another story.
"um, it's been fine. other than, you know, craving a substance that i usually wouldn't have and fangs, oh god, the fangs."
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a faint rumble, resembling that of a cats purr, emits from his chest as her fingers stroke at soft fur.
from her appearance alone, he can deduce that she's .. wellβ of course not one to make an enemy of.
he intends to do not such thing unless absolutely necessary.
he better not because she will kick him off. sheβs not the kind of a woman that he would want to make upset.
heβs definitelyβ¦ heavy, but she supposes she doesnβt mind. her hand is running against his fur, humming softly.
he's glad he has the potential to change her mind.
because he could just as easily give her a multitude of other reasons to not like them.
but, in the mean time, she's comfy. and he has no intention of moving.
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β the burn of the others essence as it pooled against his tongue.
A welcome difference from the near putrid blood the majority of his victims often offered him.
How profound it was to hear that the other cared about it face.
Leaning forward, he drags his tongue down the side of the others neck, lapping at the streaks of blood and gore that had landed there only moments ago before ultimately biting down against a chunk of flesh. β
His smile only grew wider, letting go of his chin he raised his hand towards his own shirt to tug the collar of it away from his neck.
"Go on then..have a taste, see what you think. But be careful..I don't wanna see that pretty face get messed up."
β The blood pooled not soon after, thicker in texture .. and it burnedβ almost like taking a mouthful of bourbon and swallowing without concern.
The acidity was present .. but nothing his body couldn't handle. In fact, he may have found himself enjoying it, the sting, the ache β