[There's something about a person bearing their neck so welcomingly for him that would make his pulse tick hard in his throat -- if he had one anymore. As it stands, a little thrill of anticipation jolts through him instead, though it's hard to tell if that's just hungry, predatory instinct, or the simple excitement of indulging in a rarity: getting to feed off of someone who's willing to be bitten.
His smile sharpens and he scoots even closer, one hand moving to brace itself on Winter's shoulder. He inclines in further, so close that his words fan over his exposed neck.]
It'll only sting for a second, darling.
[Given permission, he won't drag it out any longer. He's hungry, and he is dreadfully curious about how Winter tastes when there's more than just a drop of blood teasing his tongue, but instead a whole mouthful.
He opens his mouth, bearing his fangs. And then they sink in, sharp and stinging at two points. Like pinpricks of ice lancing through. And then... just a dull ache, and then a dull nothing, as Winter begins to slowly bleed into the vampire's mouth.]
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His smile sharpens and he scoots even closer, one hand moving to brace itself on Winter's shoulder. He inclines in further, so close that his words fan over his exposed neck.]
It'll only sting for a second, darling.
[Given permission, he won't drag it out any longer. He's hungry, and he is dreadfully curious about how Winter tastes when there's more than just a drop of blood teasing his tongue, but instead a whole mouthful.
He opens his mouth, bearing his fangs. And then they sink in, sharp and stinging at two points. Like pinpricks of ice lancing through. And then... just a dull ache, and then a dull nothing, as Winter begins to slowly bleed into the vampire's mouth.]