The moment he stepped into the hallway, safely shadowed in the dark, the full extent of Renji's and River's wounds struck him. Why, he'd almost learned to put it to the back of his mind - the soft, tantalizing scent of blood that came from almost every direction in this place - but they were right there and it was soaking their clothes, pooling on the floor, and they were both nearly unconscious with it...
His eyes, they knew, took on the slight mercurial sheen of blood glow against his will. Renji's scent was different, but River. River was all human, and she was young and healthy, and he needed to eat soon -
The crackle of ice cut straight through the growing haze, and although he hadn't moved or made a noise, Aidou stilled in his place. He hadn't done that. That wasn't his ice, that hadn't been his display of power. Decorate the walls with your insides. So arrogant, so ignorant. What could he do if Aidou gave into the warm whispers and decided to attack? What then?
Shifting slightly in indecision, unable to yet raise a foot and get out of there (no, no, no, this will ruin everything; find a better meal), Aidou's suddenly inhuman and predatory gaze - as it hadn't been since his very first days in this hellhole - stayed riveted on Daemon, considering.
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The moment he stepped into the hallway, safely shadowed in the dark, the full extent of Renji's and River's wounds struck him. Why, he'd almost learned to put it to the back of his mind - the soft, tantalizing scent of blood that came from almost every direction in this place - but they were right there and it was soaking their clothes, pooling on the floor, and they were both nearly unconscious with it...
His eyes, they knew, took on the slight mercurial sheen of blood glow against his will. Renji's scent was different, but River. River was all human, and she was young and healthy, and he needed to eat soon -
The crackle of ice cut straight through the growing haze, and although he hadn't moved or made a noise, Aidou stilled in his place. He hadn't done that. That wasn't his ice, that hadn't been his display of power. Decorate the walls with your insides. So arrogant, so ignorant. What could he do if Aidou gave into the warm whispers and decided to attack? What then?
Shifting slightly in indecision, unable to yet raise a foot and get out of there (no, no, no, this will ruin everything; find a better meal), Aidou's suddenly inhuman and predatory gaze - as it hadn't been since his very first days in this hellhole - stayed riveted on Daemon, considering.