[that's vaguely tempting, but just like he used to lose his appetite for pizza and real fucking food in certain depths of depression, kavinsky's guts don't find the want for blood as strong as it normally is now. his smile fits unevenly on his face when he accepts the liquor.
and he drinks straight from the neck of that instead. half of it gone. intoxication happens slowly for vampires, but at least it does happen.]
Hey, asshole, [he says when he's done.] C'mere. [and he grabs one of the faerie's hands, his own fingers as cold as normal but unusually clumsy.] Listen. I have to tell you some shit.
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and he drinks straight from the neck of that instead. half of it gone. intoxication happens slowly for vampires, but at least it does happen.]
Hey, asshole, [he says when he's done.] C'mere. [and he grabs one of the faerie's hands, his own fingers as cold as normal but unusually clumsy.] Listen. I have to tell you some shit.