Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Wednesday, Day Two of Two

[not_a_whiner]

At Fandom, the sun reached its highest point in the sky. Down (or was it up?) here in the dungeon, a next day broke, each hour occupying the space of only half. It was only noticeable to those with keen senses, or those who might've kept an eye on the fireplaces: the figurines had switched places again as night changed.

Well. It might have also been noticeable to anyone who'd wandered into a room with a sky and a visible sun.

[ camp one | camp two | camp three | ooc | day one ]

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Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[myownface]

Oh, that wasn't going to do anything to kill Sparkle's appetite, Alec. He even licked his lips and shot Alec another grin before leaning over and whispering in Alec's ear.

"Yummy."

And then he was moving his face to Alec's throat and biting. He was so damn hungry, and a throat offered wasn't going to be passed up. No fucking way.

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[nottrivial]

Alec couldn't deny it -- it hurt. But he let Sparkle do what he needed to do, and he waited. He didn't know if he could heal in this place like normal, so he didn't want to risk it by waiting too long, but he gave it a minute or two and hoped Sparkle would be able to stop on his own.

And then it was enough, so he gave a soft whimper and said firmly, "Sparkle."

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[myownface]

Sparkle froze for a moment, eyes closed, mouth full of blood, game-face on. The breather was talking. The prey was talking, but that whimper before the word had been so very much more appealing. He wanted to hear more of those. He wanted to drink his prey dry and dance with the body. He wanted...

Wanted...

That wasn't a whimper of his own as Sparkle gave one last swallow and then let Alec's throat go, leaning back and licking his lips as his face returned to normal. It wasn't. But it was close.

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[nottrivial]

Somewhat dazed but mostly relieved that that had worked, Alec pressed his hand tightly to the bite. "Better?" he checked -- because that was productive, unlike complaining about his own condition would be.

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[myownface]

"Better," Sparkle echoed, though for a moment he sounded dubious about that. "You okay?"

He didn't care. He didn't. Alec was meat. Alec was prey.

But he cared. He did. It grabbed at him and twisted at his chest as he became all too aware that he'd enjoyed that.

But why shouldn't he enjoy that?

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[nottrivial]

"I'm okay."

Freaked out, and kind of desperate for another Shadowhunter to talk to about what had just happened -- but the blood loss, at least, wasn't overwhelming.

"It'll be daylight soon," he said lamely after a moment. "If I have any sense of what time it is here. You should probably rest."

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[myownface]

"Yeah. Yeah... I probably should..."

He didn't want rest. He wanted to hunt. He wanted to sink his teeth deep into people's throats and revel in the bloodshed. He wanted to kill.

All the more reason for him to go rest, perhaps.

"You rest, too?"

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[nottrivial]

Alec shook his head. "I'm okay," he promised. "I'll... be on watch in case anything comes by." Because that happened so often. "You sleep, I don't mind."

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[myownface]

"Right. I'll hunt down an alcove or something and crash, I guess. Not for long. Never a dull moment, I wouldn't want to miss anything good."

He hesitated for a moment, and then leaned forward one more time, soliciting a kiss from Alec with his bloodied lips.

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[nottrivial]

On instinct, Alec recoiled - then felt bad about it, but didn't exactly move closer, either. "Your mouth," he mumbled, staring down. "Later, okay?"

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[myownface]

Sparkle blinked, confused, and then raised a hand to his lips, glancing down fingers with streaks of crimson across the tips and then nodding, just a little.

"Later."

Being a vampire sucked, so far. Good to know.