[ if david could draw blood by scratching, evan would be legitimately impressed. it's happened but it's rare. skin so burned and rough it might as well be the iron he's always mined is another one of the entity's little gifts, although in fairness he was halfway there even before he arrived.
but he can understand what that means. more. they don't have to exchange words. neither one of them is much for talk when actions do a hell of a lot more.
so he gives david more. shoves his leg up a little more and lets go of his hair to drag his own short, broken nails down the back of david's neck, across his shoulders to his back. david's got a solid enough grip on him that evan doesn't need to anchor him, as much as holding him in place has an appeal.
against the bites he growls something that isn't quite words. hunger more than anything else. even as he's in the middle of sating it. ]
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but he can understand what that means. more. they don't have to exchange words. neither one of them is much for talk when actions do a hell of a lot more.
so he gives david more. shoves his leg up a little more and lets go of his hair to drag his own short, broken nails down the back of david's neck, across his shoulders to his back. david's got a solid enough grip on him that evan doesn't need to anchor him, as much as holding him in place has an appeal.
against the bites he growls something that isn't quite words. hunger more than anything else. even as he's in the middle of sating it. ]