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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[he looks... much older. Much, much, MUCH older. Not any new gray hairs... just a general MUCH OLDER-ness about him.

He's also bleeding. And both attempting to go to where people are and shying away, snarling]

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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

He won't let me.

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

He? Can’t you drink anyone’s blood?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

My Luke. I go to drink and he yells at me, louder than he ever could before.

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head not understanding.] Is he here? No…. [He now tries to understand.] …but if you don’t drink then won’t you die. You can’t do allow that.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[eyes roll up slightly, as if trying to look inside his own skull] Shut up, you idiotic replica. He speaks the truth.

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[For a second a curious look appears on his face.]

Your still hoping that cure will work right. Then don’t allow yourself to die until you’ve had a chance at it. Can you feed of anyone? Then if so…

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... extend your arm.

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[He holds out his arm towards him without another word.]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[grabs his arm, but winces in pain as he tries to lower his head and take a bite]

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[He doesn’t pull his arm away. Slowly he raises it to meet Asch’s lips.]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[blood slowly starts leaking from his eyes as he opens his mouth, fangs against his skin]

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[He becomes more concerned. If Asch needed blood to heal, then he should hurry and feed. So he tries to encourage Asch to feed, he even smiles at him.] Go on…

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[bites, deeply]

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[He doesn’t flinch, just calmly watches Asch. He didn’t want to alarm the other and have him stop.]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[eyes closed, drinking deeply]

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[He doesn’t pull away and allows him to drink his fill.]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[continues]

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[He doesn’t say anything, Asch is feeding its not like he could talk to him. Once Asch was done he would ask him more about the cure.]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[now just suckling on it, almost gently, opening his eyes enough to look up at him]

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[He gives him an awkward smile, not sure why the change. He figures maybe Asch was getting full.]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[finally closes his mouth and pulls back, checking on his now healed wounds]

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[Luke pulls his arm close to himself. He begins to nurse the bite wound, but stops and lets his arm drop.] You look better.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

Do I.

[clovercharm.livejournal.com]

[He gives him a nod.] Your wounds have healed.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[looks over at him, giving him a... soft look]