Neron
It's a fraught few moments where they are both fighting to control themselves, though for Neron at least there are no leftover physical symptoms. He clears his throat and carefully wipes the blood from his lips, his hand automatically curling around the whiskey bottle. When Sunjata's glass is emptied the Flood will find it promptly filled back up again; honestly, if Neron was capable of getting drunk, he'd be right there with him.
"Pretty sure that will do it," he says softly, indicating that there is absolutely no reason for him to have to sink his fangs into the other man a second time. Because that would be ridicuous. And stupid. And needless. Neron steps back from the bar as if to purposely make some distance between them, sagging against the countertop behind him. "You alright?"
"Pretty sure that will do it," he says softly, indicating that there is absolutely no reason for him to have to sink his fangs into the other man a second time. Because that would be ridicuous. And stupid. And needless. Neron steps back from the bar as if to purposely make some distance between them, sagging against the countertop behind him. "You alright?"
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
