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It's quiet out. The night air is cool.

Eric looks even more pale in the darkness. Walking quietly next to Athelstan.

Date: 2015-06-16 05:31 pm (UTC)
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Eventually, they're deep enough in to satisfy him - and he can still see the lights of the bar, that's important, he doesn't trust this forest - and Athelstan turns to face him.

Date: 2015-06-16 05:47 pm (UTC)
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Athelstan puts his smaller, warmer hand in it, wrist facing up.

Date: 2015-06-16 06:16 pm (UTC)
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It does, somewhat, but Athelstan isn't - entirely - the naive soul he used to be. Not entirely not, either.

His pulse beats under Eric's fingers.

Date: 2015-06-16 06:32 pm (UTC)
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Athelstan watches him as the blood flows, letting the feelings of it wash through him.

Date: 2015-06-16 06:51 pm (UTC)
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So far, so - usual, if being fed on by a vampire is ever usual.

The cool of Eric's tongue is a shock against his warm skin.

Date: 2015-06-16 09:01 pm (UTC)
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Athelstan moves his hand slightly in Eric's grip, not pulling away, just resettling it a little bit for better comfort.

Date: 2015-06-17 09:39 am (UTC)
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He takes it as such, and holds still obediently.

"Yes", he murmurs. "I need my hands in working order."

Date: 2015-06-17 09:52 am (UTC)
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Athelstan makes a quiet sound, partly but not entirely pained.

Date: 2015-06-17 10:02 am (UTC)
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He's become used to these odd moments of tenderness, whether they're to ease the way or because Eric forgets himself for a moment, and he smiles just a little.

Date: 2015-06-17 10:31 am (UTC)
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Somewhere in the wood nearby, something is disturbed by the noise and flutters up noisily.

Athelstan watches his wounds seal over, always curious at how fast it happens.

Date: 2015-06-17 10:49 am (UTC)
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Athelstan looks up at him, almost friendly.

"I should go..."

Date: 2015-06-17 11:07 am (UTC)
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A faint smile.

"You never know what's out here."

Funny how he seems reluctant to be the first to leave, but he does take a step in the direction of the bar.

Date: 2015-06-17 12:01 pm (UTC)
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"I'll be fine", Athelstan assures him. "The usual rules, a good meal and a night's sleep, good as new."

Date: 2015-06-17 12:05 pm (UTC)
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[ooc: Athelstan will not be telling him that because from his perspective, it isn't true]

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