Nathaniel presses a lingering kiss to Asher's lips, not wanting to part, either, but he's thirsty and bloody and he knows how particular Asher is about neatness.
He moves slowly, careful not to become dizzy, and disappears into Asher's bathroom. It only takes him a few minutes to clean himself up, but then he gets caught by his reflection in the mirror. The silver rings glint in the light, and he flicks one, shivering at the pain and slight sting of the metal through his flesh. A deep sense of belonging fills him, and he returns to the bedroom with a cloth in hand.
On his way back to Asher, he grabs a Gatorade, and then mounts the bed, his hair hiding his face and the smile there as he cleans his vampire up. Only then does he sit, legs folded, and sip the drink, closing his eyes for a moment.
"So there are two marks now?" he murmurs between sips.
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Date: 2009-08-31 08:56 pm (UTC)He moves slowly, careful not to become dizzy, and disappears into Asher's bathroom. It only takes him a few minutes to clean himself up, but then he gets caught by his reflection in the mirror. The silver rings glint in the light, and he flicks one, shivering at the pain and slight sting of the metal through his flesh. A deep sense of belonging fills him, and he returns to the bedroom with a cloth in hand.
On his way back to Asher, he grabs a Gatorade, and then mounts the bed, his hair hiding his face and the smile there as he cleans his vampire up. Only then does he sit, legs folded, and sip the drink, closing his eyes for a moment.
"So there are two marks now?" he murmurs between sips.