[ Lestat may not be able to sense a pulse in Demyx that might give him any indication of his current state - excited, nervous, scared, intrigued, can he even feel anything without his heart? - but he does notice the body language getting a little tighter. So Demyx isn't an idiot then; he can at least pick up on Lestat's intention like this. That's good, it always makes the bite more interesting when mortals know it's coming. ]
Well, there is only one way to truly find out.
[ Ultimately, the combination of this strange and dark power in him and the fact that Demyx clearly has many things he isn't telling Lestat about his history, whether through omission or pure lack of understanding or memory, proves much too enticing for him to resist. Just a little drink. Just a sip.
So fast his body seems to flicker, Lestat has one hand on the back of Demyx's head, and with extreme strength that doesn't seem to match up with his slender frame, he pushes Demyx's head to the side to give himself a little more room when he sinks his fangs into his throat.
As the blood fills his mouth and they are connected as one being for a brief moment, Lestat can see any of Demyx's memories that he likes, in brief little flashes -- perhaps Demyx being created as this Nobody, perhaps him half asleep during an important conversation, or perhaps something softer and more tender -- and in return, Lestat assumes, Demyx will feel the very swoon he previously described. ]
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Well, there is only one way to truly find out.
[ Ultimately, the combination of this strange and dark power in him and the fact that Demyx clearly has many things he isn't telling Lestat about his history, whether through omission or pure lack of understanding or memory, proves much too enticing for him to resist. Just a little drink. Just a sip.
So fast his body seems to flicker, Lestat has one hand on the back of Demyx's head, and with extreme strength that doesn't seem to match up with his slender frame, he pushes Demyx's head to the side to give himself a little more room when he sinks his fangs into his throat.
As the blood fills his mouth and they are connected as one being for a brief moment, Lestat can see any of Demyx's memories that he likes, in brief little flashes -- perhaps Demyx being created as this Nobody, perhaps him half asleep during an important conversation, or perhaps something softer and more tender -- and in return, Lestat assumes, Demyx will feel the very swoon he previously described. ]