[He drinks and the warmth of Thoma's blood pulses through him. It fills in holes in his very being, makes his own body recover the warmth that it was missing. It feels wonderful and all he ever wants is to keep the other close, enjoying the way he tastes on his tongue.
The trance is broken the moment hands start brushing his hair and it finally occurs to Aether that Thoma should be fighting him, pushing him away, not melting into his embrace and obeying him. Is this... something a vampire can do, too? He's not only hurting Thoma, but controlling him as well?
Horrified with his actions, Aether pulls away, hands over his mouth and eyes wide.]
T-Thoma, I-I...
[He wants to cry so badly now, but he can't. There are no tears in his eyes, even though he feels a little more alive now than before. The realization makes him feel sick and he trembles. The only reason he feels "alive" is because he's drunk Thoma's blood...
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The trance is broken the moment hands start brushing his hair and it finally occurs to Aether that Thoma should be fighting him, pushing him away, not melting into his embrace and obeying him. Is this... something a vampire can do, too? He's not only hurting Thoma, but controlling him as well?
Horrified with his actions, Aether pulls away, hands over his mouth and eyes wide.]
T-Thoma, I-I...
[He wants to cry so badly now, but he can't. There are no tears in his eyes, even though he feels a little more alive now than before. The realization makes him feel sick and he trembles. The only reason he feels "alive" is because he's drunk Thoma's blood...
...He's a monster. A real monster.]