[ That blush had a sweet cinnamon apple fragrance to it that made his stomach clench with a tight longing. It was not even that he was hungry-- he'd fed enough to last a few days. No, this blood smelled like favorite food that he had not had in years upon years. But, he was respectful and he did not take treats without asking; he was not a fledgling vampire whom did not understand what was in and out of bounds.
Even though there was a deep dark voice inside that told him that this was his and had been his since they'd both been boys at the Solstryce Acadamy. It was a dark and unreasonable part of him that was feral and possessive, but one he had trained himself to keep in check. Easy of course when the one he had loved lay buried under an apple tree and his heart keep it cold company.
Once the beard was lathered up, he picked up the straight edge and then with cool fingers he turned Bren's face to the side so that he could survey where he wanted to start this. He had not done this in a while, but with vampire knowledge he could see that every strand of hair seemed to fall in the same place as his memories. ]
My kind does not grow facial hair, or even chest hair.
[ There was a small V like a rebellion but that was it. The knife was then dragged very slowly just against the beard underneath ear and he followed the trail of cheek carefully ]
So this amuses me-- I am living vicariously through you right now in the art of shaving, you are humoring me with this.
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Date: 2023-03-14 12:18 pm (UTC)Even though there was a deep dark voice inside that told him that this was his and had been his since they'd both been boys at the Solstryce Acadamy. It was a dark and unreasonable part of him that was feral and possessive, but one he had trained himself to keep in check. Easy of course when the one he had loved lay buried under an apple tree and his heart keep it cold company.
Once the beard was lathered up, he picked up the straight edge and then with cool fingers he turned Bren's face to the side so that he could survey where he wanted to start this. He had not done this in a while, but with vampire knowledge he could see that every strand of hair seemed to fall in the same place as his memories. ]
My kind does not grow facial hair, or even chest hair.
[ There was a small V like a rebellion but that was it. The knife was then dragged very slowly just against the beard underneath ear and he followed the trail of cheek carefully ]
So this amuses me-- I am living vicariously through you right now in the art of shaving, you are humoring me with this.