[ Murmured agreement, his focus on slotting the cigarette into Stack's mouth, a careful gesture he follows up with a swipe of his thumb over a stray spot of blood out from the corner of his lips. His hand lingers, fingertips touching cheek and jaw. ]
You should be feeding from your maker, gaining strength.
[ But she left you behind, he doesn't say, though he's seen it in Stack's thoughts. Hints of that deep night, the air full of music and the rising promise of the unfulfilled. A loneliness like a paper cut that doesn't hurt until you start to notice it.
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[ Murmured agreement, his focus on slotting the cigarette into Stack's mouth, a careful gesture he follows up with a swipe of his thumb over a stray spot of blood out from the corner of his lips. His hand lingers, fingertips touching cheek and jaw. ]
You should be feeding from your maker, gaining strength.
[ But she left you behind, he doesn't say, though he's seen it in Stack's thoughts. Hints of that deep night, the air full of music and the rising promise of the unfulfilled. A loneliness like a paper cut that doesn't hurt until you start to notice it.
So Armand is gentle, gentle. ]
I thought I would take you hunting.