( They snickered quietly at being pulled closer, head tilting back a bit further as he drank from them. A soft sigh falling from their parted lips. )
That's it..drink up my love~
( There's a lower sound against their neck then, pleased and relieved at the taste of them. He tightens arms around them, makes sure there's no space between as he drinks.
They do taste . . . 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦, ironically. Unlike anything else. )
( He still makes a little bit of a skeptical sound, but it's content, too. Wrapping his arms around them more securely as fangs descend, scraping against their neck teasingly before sinking them in. )
"I missed you so much too.."
They were well aware of the things they could do to Anthony, even when alive he followed them around like a love sick puppy..
"Craziness and all."
Anthony smiled, his lips pressed against Quinn's jaw. Warm. They were so warm. Everywhere they touched, he felt... alive. Or close to it. It was wildly addictive. But then, Quinn always had been.
"Fuck- I missed you so much."
I could never..it might make me a little dizzy but I'll be fine, promise.
( tangling a hand into his hair they'd hum softly at the kisses and nip to their neck. )
( He makes a low sound, acknowledging and pleased all at once. Leaning further down, brushing his nose against their neck, then lips. Pressing a kiss, two. Nipping without fangs first. )
If I take too much, still . . . feel free to hit me with a newspaper.
"Yeah..but you still love me, craziness and all."
If only they could somehow get Anthony out of this bar..he could go anywhere with them but they weren't sure that was even possible.
They wrapped an arm around him, bringing him as close to themself as they could.
"Yeah." Anthony said fondly, smiling as their foreheads rested against each other. "You are. Fucking crazy."
He didn't want to think about what this meant. He was still stuck here, in this bar. Not exactly alive, but not fully dead either. >
Now I remember why I don't normally talk to weird fans or aggressive guys that cleaely hate my band, outside of tour..
( their nose is bleeding..yes someone punched them. )
The initial bite will hurt a little but other than that, no. It won't.
( they hummed brushing their fingers through his hair, head tilting to give him more room to bite. )
( That purr kicks up without fail at the contact, the other's scent, nuzzling his way further down toward their neck. Muttering against their skin. )
It really won't hurt you?
"I'm fucking insane."
They laughed softly, brushing their fingers over his cheek. Even if things were different now..they were happy to be able to share these kinds of moments with him again.
Just like they used to. They had missed this, him, every little thing +
Anthony couldn't keep himself from giggling. Was Quinn really worried about his reaction? As if Anthony would ever stop fucking loving them. The whole thing was just absurd- in the best fucking way possible.
"Not even death can stop me, baby." >