It was a use of power that Aidou didn't usually turn to more than once a night, considering the results that were sure to follow, but the first thing the vampire did when he had them both inside the room was to close the cell door and let ice wash over the frame and locks, sealing them in until the moment he decided otherwise.
He was getting more cautious, not more reckless, and that would only work in his favour while others faltered.
Even while he parted his lips to reveal his fangs, and blood glow made his eyes glow a mercurial red, he held the defenceless male in such a way that he avoided touching injuries. Drinking from the source shouldn't have been painful, and even one subduing blow was one too many, but that was Landel's fault. Everything about these circumstances was.
A faint buzzing in his head accompanied his careful tipping of the boy's head, a mix of bloodlust and fatigue from the sudden bending of elements. It all faded to silence when his fangs pierced skin and he tasted blood. Aidou's eyes only flared brighter. No drugs, he noted absently, and was glad the stranger hadn't gone to the clinic to pop pills while he'd been there. Ill-health, inhuman dispositions, medication, they all warped the taste and sometimes even the potency of the blood, but this one was relatively healthy. In the end, it didn't really matter. His blood was fresh and normal, unlike the remnants he'd been able to taste in the back of his throat throughout the previous night outside. Fresh, and soothing.
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He was getting more cautious, not more reckless, and that would only work in his favour while others faltered.
Even while he parted his lips to reveal his fangs, and blood glow made his eyes glow a mercurial red, he held the defenceless male in such a way that he avoided touching injuries. Drinking from the source shouldn't have been painful, and even one subduing blow was one too many, but that was Landel's fault. Everything about these circumstances was.
A faint buzzing in his head accompanied his careful tipping of the boy's head, a mix of bloodlust and fatigue from the sudden bending of elements. It all faded to silence when his fangs pierced skin and he tasted blood. Aidou's eyes only flared brighter. No drugs, he noted absently, and was glad the stranger hadn't gone to the clinic to pop pills while he'd been there. Ill-health, inhuman dispositions, medication, they all warped the taste and sometimes even the potency of the blood, but this one was relatively healthy. In the end, it didn't really matter. His blood was fresh and normal, unlike the remnants he'd been able to taste in the back of his throat throughout the previous night outside. Fresh, and soothing.