[ Lestat's eyes fall to that wound again while Demyx speaks. How would it heal without blood to clot? Would it seal over with that darkness until the flesh formed back into place? He itches to know, fascinated and horrified in equal amounts by how this strange substance has changed this sweet hearted human into something so powerfully different.
When Demyx apologises, Lestat lets out a bark of incredulous laughter. He can still smell that arousal in the air - how does that work without blood, he wonders? - and he just attacked Demyx, and yet he's apologising for hurting him? The fact that he thinks he could is funny enough already, but this idiot's priorities are what really makes him laugh. ]
Don't say such things. You aren't an idiot. And I'm not hurt.
[ But is that true, he wonders. His heart feels like it's being stabbed, tight and mournful in the wake of what he'd seen. He wants to do something, but what can be done about this strange situation that the both of them know so little about. That's the harm with being taken as they had, often times you're alone even if you have someone who wants to help you.
The least he can do is heal the wound, so he lifts a hand to his mouth and nicks his thumb with a sharp eye-tooth until hot scarlet blood spills over his hand. Then, he presses it to the wound on Demyx's neck, and holds it there for a few seconds until withdrawing and inspecting the fully healed wound. ]
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When Demyx apologises, Lestat lets out a bark of incredulous laughter. He can still smell that arousal in the air - how does that work without blood, he wonders? - and he just attacked Demyx, and yet he's apologising for hurting him? The fact that he thinks he could is funny enough already, but this idiot's priorities are what really makes him laugh. ]
Don't say such things. You aren't an idiot. And I'm not hurt.
[ But is that true, he wonders. His heart feels like it's being stabbed, tight and mournful in the wake of what he'd seen. He wants to do something, but what can be done about this strange situation that the both of them know so little about. That's the harm with being taken as they had, often times you're alone even if you have someone who wants to help you.
The least he can do is heal the wound, so he lifts a hand to his mouth and nicks his thumb with a sharp eye-tooth until hot scarlet blood spills over his hand. Then, he presses it to the wound on Demyx's neck, and holds it there for a few seconds until withdrawing and inspecting the fully healed wound. ]