[ Armand gasps in a breath he doesn't need when the man is dragged away and he watches, momentarily dazed, as events unfold around him. Mortals are staring, some moving to help or engage, all of them befuddled by more than just the sudden escalation of the situation, but then Daniel is in front of him and their eyes lock for what feels like an endless moment. Armand feels briefly useless, panting, hands still raised, until he thinks to reach out, to touch Daniel, to say literally anything-- but then he's gone out the door like he's being pursued by hounds and all he leaves in his wake is fury. Armand burns with a mixture of shame and anger that folds his expression, mouth twisting into a snarl, sharp eye teeth on full display as he rounds on the hapless mortal that had assaulted him. The man is still groggy, still flushed, but none of that matters. Armand storms forward to to catch him by the collar, by the hair and drags the man, flailing shouting and slipping in melted ice-cream, from the shop with only the barest effort.
Good, it had been the shock after all, but he's definitely operating at a deficit - this mortal's weight should be nothing to him - and he tests that theory, pulling him into the alley beside the shop and heaving him against the brick facade. Nothing cracks, but the mortal groans in pain from being flung several feet, though that doesn't matter either, because Armand is on him in the next breath. Salt, sweat, fear, arousal, blood all the scents of the kill as Armand sinks his fangs into this unlucky target of his ire and drinks. The man struggles, just as Armand had, but the remainder of his vampiric strength is enough to keep him still until the swoon takes hold and there, the fear bleeding away with each deep swallow.
It's swift, brutal, Armand drinking right through the man's death and dropping him, a cold, motionless weight without an ounce of his usual satisfaction. The blood helps, but there was no pleasure in the kill, nothing to savour as the thirst burns away. It leaves behind a dull, warm feeling however and it's only takes a moment for Armand to realise that it's the effects of that damnable ice-cream, exactly as Daniel had surmised, flooding him via the blood and flushing his cheeks with more than the meal. ]
...Merda
[ He swears under his breath, staring furiously down at the corpse at his feet, before finally turning on his heel and taking off after Daniel, curls a riot in the haste of testing the new limits of his abilities. Still quick, still silent, making up the distance in half the time it's taken Daniel to flee and stepping out of a side street to cut off his wayward lover with only a portion of his usual mystique. It's been a strange evening, Armand can perhaps be forgiven in giving up his dramatics in the pursuit of haste. ]
I thought we'd given up this game years ago, lover..
tw: blood drinking and dEATH?? LOL vampires
Armand burns with a mixture of shame and anger that folds his expression, mouth twisting into a snarl, sharp eye teeth on full display as he rounds on the hapless mortal that had assaulted him. The man is still groggy, still flushed, but none of that matters. Armand storms forward to to catch him by the collar, by the hair and drags the man, flailing shouting and slipping in melted ice-cream, from the shop with only the barest effort.
Good, it had been the shock after all, but he's definitely operating at a deficit - this mortal's weight should be nothing to him - and he tests that theory, pulling him into the alley beside the shop and heaving him against the brick facade. Nothing cracks, but the mortal groans in pain from being flung several feet, though that doesn't matter either, because Armand is on him in the next breath.
Salt, sweat, fear, arousal, blood all the scents of the kill as Armand sinks his fangs into this unlucky target of his ire and drinks. The man struggles, just as Armand had, but the remainder of his vampiric strength is enough to keep him still until the swoon takes hold and there, the fear bleeding away with each deep swallow.
It's swift, brutal, Armand drinking right through the man's death and dropping him, a cold, motionless weight without an ounce of his usual satisfaction. The blood helps, but there was no pleasure in the kill, nothing to savour as the thirst burns away. It leaves behind a dull, warm feeling however and it's only takes a moment for Armand to realise that it's the effects of that damnable ice-cream, exactly as Daniel had surmised, flooding him via the blood and flushing his cheeks with more than the meal. ]
...Merda
[ He swears under his breath, staring furiously down at the corpse at his feet, before finally turning on his heel and taking off after Daniel, curls a riot in the haste of testing the new limits of his abilities.
Still quick, still silent, making up the distance in half the time it's taken Daniel to flee and stepping out of a side street to cut off his wayward lover with only a portion of his usual mystique. It's been a strange evening, Armand can perhaps be forgiven in giving up his dramatics in the pursuit of haste. ]
I thought we'd given up this game years ago, lover..