And do you only feed when people ask, now? Do you ever ask yourself?

[ as if a puppet's strings have been snipped from their mooring. midnight presses his face into kaveh's hand, and kaveh takes the time to bring him close, to observe his pallor and the colour of his eyes. kaveh, in truth, has no idea what he's looking for. there aren't that many tells on a human being; kaveh has no baseline of what a vampire looks like when healthy, and he's fairly certain that never actually seen midnight healthy to begin with. there are no answers. there is no existing schema. kaveh is searching for something that is very much like nothing. he keeps searching anyway.

midnight's hand covers the curve of his shoulder. kaveh looks up. ]

Oh, no. [ kaveh says, and the bemusement is a beat late as it flits across his expression, ] No, Netzach wouldn't. [ kaveh reminds hi self - but netzach killed midnight. ] Well, he had no reason to. No, [ now the bitterness comes. kaveh's voice still. ] this was Alhaitham.

I was wondering what set you off. You are still hungry. Once a week is a terrible timeline to follow if it doesn't satisfy you, Midnight. Will you drink from me today?