[ That eye does not miss the way his mouth seems to move around fangs, he lingers there for only a split second, watching the way his lips move around fangs that are ill-adjsuted to human mouths, before he looked back at his solid gaze, just as bright as his own. It's like drowning in a sea of blood, when he stares at him. He cannot say that he minds that. He's drowned in far worse, hasn't he? ]
I could have, but can you blame a man for his curiosity?
[ Was that all it was? Curiosity? Was it curiosity that drove him to sink his fangs into him, or allow him the upper hand? That allowed him to bite back, and keep biting back? Or worse? When had he stopped him? When his hand had closed around his neck, a twisted mockery of too-manty times when a different person's hand had tightened around his neck, with the intention to kill, where Vergilius had...
Had he been trying to kill him? Truly? He did not think Vergilius was so toothless to only threaten what he would not do. ]
What if I did? [ From a side table, he brings out a knife, a familiar one, though the blade is folded. ] Who said I had stopped?
[ He'd plunged that knife into his flesh, but would he have stopped him, if he'd β done that again? ]
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I could have, but can you blame a man for his curiosity?
[ Was that all it was? Curiosity? Was it curiosity that drove him to sink his fangs into him, or allow him the upper hand? That allowed him to bite back, and keep biting back? Or worse? When had he stopped him? When his hand had closed around his neck, a twisted mockery of too-manty times when a different person's hand had tightened around his neck, with the intention to kill, where Vergilius had...
Had he been trying to kill him? Truly? He did not think Vergilius was so toothless to only threaten what he would not do. ]
What if I did? [ From a side table, he brings out a knife, a familiar one, though the blade is folded. ] Who said I had stopped?
[ He'd plunged that knife into his flesh, but would he have stopped him, if he'd β done that again? ]