[He thinks Eddie Munson is so incredibly pretty when he cries. He’s thought that before, when he’d been crueler. He supposes he still is cruel: if he weren’t, he’d snap Eddie’s neck instead of this.
This - is his knuckles wiping under Eddie’s eyes. It’s getting up, it’s climbing to straddle Eddie Munson’s limp body, it’s leaning down to press his cold forehead to Eddie’s clammy one. ] For what it’s worth, I hope you wake up.
[A soft murmur before he swipes his tongue across the drops of blood on Eddie’s lips, before he licks inside, chasing the remnants of it. He should have kissed Eddie Munson while he was human, probably. All those fears seem so far away now.
He bites Eddie’s mouth until the blood pools from it, chases it down his chin and throat with a groan, then sinks his teeth into a slow pulse point and feels his body come alive again in lazy sparks. He thinks Eddie Munson tastes better than anything he’s ever had before, wonders if he’ll still taste sweet if he wakes up after.
He can’t be sure, so he drinks until he can’t hear a heartbeat. He drinks until the blood tastes sour on his tongue, and then he pulls away, tanned and blue eyed and panting, and waits all over again.]
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This - is his knuckles wiping under Eddie’s eyes. It’s getting up, it’s climbing to straddle Eddie Munson’s limp body, it’s leaning down to press his cold forehead to Eddie’s clammy one. ] For what it’s worth, I hope you wake up.
[A soft murmur before he swipes his tongue across the drops of blood on Eddie’s lips, before he licks inside, chasing the remnants of it. He should have kissed Eddie Munson while he was human, probably. All those fears seem so far away now.
He bites Eddie’s mouth until the blood pools from it, chases it down his chin and throat with a groan, then sinks his teeth into a slow pulse point and feels his body come alive again in lazy sparks. He thinks Eddie Munson tastes better than anything he’s ever had before, wonders if he’ll still taste sweet if he wakes up after.
He can’t be sure, so he drinks until he can’t hear a heartbeat. He drinks until the blood tastes sour on his tongue, and then he pulls away, tanned and blue eyed and panting, and waits all over again.]