[Unbidden, he moves as if to touch his neck—then forces the hand back down. The scars on his wrist where she first fed are still healing. Following their meeting in the elevator, Stiles had often traced those puncture wounds.]
Vampires have fangs. They drink blood like that. So, as you can probably imagine, I eventually lost consciousness while she drained me. That’s the last thing I remember.
[The boy makes a thoughtful noise, then bends over to once again dig beneath the mattress. Tucked away against the bed frame is a knife—the same poor consolation prize he and Cyram won from their elevator misadventure.]
Here’s the problem. According to lore, vampires can turn humans into new vampires by feeding the human their blood when the human is on death’s door. [Twisting at the waist to face Sasuke, he offers the knife handle first.] Can you… Can you just nick your arm or something? I wanna make sure I don’t have a weird reaction to blood, and I don’t think I’d be able to tell off my own.
[As he considers the shinobi, the lighting in the suite makes apparent what he had missed earlier: the faint dusting of a fading bruise kissing the jaw. It takes effort not to tense, his thoughts immediately swiveling to that mystery partner of Sasuke’s. Fuck. And, now that he’s more clearheaded than he was leading up to his death, Stiles feels guilt; what if he had disappeared from the resort and Sasuke continued to suffer from an abusive partner? That’s something that needs to be addressed, and hopefully soon. He just needs to be careful not to alienate Sasuke again.]
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[Unbidden, he moves as if to touch his neck—then forces the hand back down. The scars on his wrist where she first fed are still healing. Following their meeting in the elevator, Stiles had often traced those puncture wounds.]
Vampires have fangs. They drink blood like that. So, as you can probably imagine, I eventually lost consciousness while she drained me. That’s the last thing I remember.
[The boy makes a thoughtful noise, then bends over to once again dig beneath the mattress. Tucked away against the bed frame is a knife—the same poor consolation prize he and Cyram won from their elevator misadventure.]
Here’s the problem. According to lore, vampires can turn humans into new vampires by feeding the human their blood when the human is on death’s door. [Twisting at the waist to face Sasuke, he offers the knife handle first.] Can you… Can you just nick your arm or something? I wanna make sure I don’t have a weird reaction to blood, and I don’t think I’d be able to tell off my own.
[As he considers the shinobi, the lighting in the suite makes apparent what he had missed earlier: the faint dusting of a fading bruise kissing the jaw. It takes effort not to tense, his thoughts immediately swiveling to that mystery partner of Sasuke’s. Fuck. And, now that he’s more clearheaded than he was leading up to his death, Stiles feels guilt; what if he had disappeared from the resort and Sasuke continued to suffer from an abusive partner? That’s something that needs to be addressed, and hopefully soon. He just needs to be careful not to alienate Sasuke again.]