( It's overwhelming, this sudden and unexpected crash of intimacy — it always is, but oh, he hasn't fed in months, and the fear and thirst and burning pain all mingle with the ecstasy of the hot mortal blood gushing across his lips, and Louis falls into the swoon with eager abandon, forgetting himself completely in the tide of images that pounds through him with each beat of Dorian's heart.
It's a long, dark spiral of memories, the flood of an entire immortal life spilling its last across his tongue with the force of a bursting dam, but it's over just as quickly as any other human being's would be. Too quickly, no, can't let it end, can't lose that heartbeat, that heat, that connection— he sinks to his knees, clutching at Dorian, biting down harder with an anguished, animal groan, tearing the flesh— but it's no use. Louis is alone with what he's done. )
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It's a long, dark spiral of memories, the flood of an entire immortal life spilling its last across his tongue with the force of a bursting dam, but it's over just as quickly as any other human being's would be. Too quickly, no, can't let it end, can't lose that heartbeat, that heat, that connection— he sinks to his knees, clutching at Dorian, biting down harder with an anguished, animal groan, tearing the flesh— but it's no use. Louis is alone with what he's done. )