( Louis has his own opinions about where his kind belongs on the hierarchy of creatures, but that is, as they say, a whole can of worms. Besides, he doesn't feel particularly in the mood for a philosophical argument, though he knows how easy it would be for him to be drawn into one.
Unconsciously, Louis' green eyes flit down to the bob of Dorian's throat as he drinks, there for but the briefest moment before he pulls his gaze away. He's fed tonight, but artificial blood is nothing like the real thing, and he has to suppress a shiver at the thought of it. )
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Unconsciously, Louis' green eyes flit down to the bob of Dorian's throat as he drinks, there for but the briefest moment before he pulls his gaze away. He's fed tonight, but artificial blood is nothing like the real thing, and he has to suppress a shiver at the thought of it. )
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