[There's so much blood; the amount spilled makes the air reek of it, copper and hot amid the fallen corpses that will soon bloat and turn rancid as they begin to rot in the sun. There's so much of it, they're soaked with it, and his mouth falls slightly open as Adrian approaches him with a gaze so potent, so hungry, that he can't look away.
How good it felt to kill; how unfortunate that there weren't more of them to slaughter with his bare hands. But it's almost as satisfying to watch Adrian's long pink tongue snake along his wet black gauntlets, filthy and indecent in the way he laps at the residual blood.
How he wants, suddenly, to hear him sigh like that again.]
What a creature you are.
[He feeds on blood, it's not natural, and yet witnessing Adrian's reaction to the carnage somehow leaves Dimitri feeling more understood, more known, than he ever has been before.]
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How good it felt to kill; how unfortunate that there weren't more of them to slaughter with his bare hands. But it's almost as satisfying to watch Adrian's long pink tongue snake along his wet black gauntlets, filthy and indecent in the way he laps at the residual blood.
How he wants, suddenly, to hear him sigh like that again.]
What a creature you are.
[He feeds on blood, it's not natural, and yet witnessing Adrian's reaction to the carnage somehow leaves Dimitri feeling more understood, more known, than he ever has been before.]
Does it excite you?