The stroke draws a low purr from the boy, head automatically tilting into the touch. It's true, feeding is still almost a novelty, even now - and especially when they are behind closed doors or alone in the forest, he can't quite help the subtle shift in his behavior that it creates.
Usually, he pushes the shift down in alarm.
Tonight, he leans into it, looking up at Herbert with a husky exhalation that hisses lightly around his fangs.
"...I can't quite describe it," he finally murmurs, voice low. "It just...it makes me feel...strong?"
But strong isn't the right word, not alone, and he knows that, his hand on the vampire's shoulder tightening by degrees.
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Date: 2021-12-04 04:39 pm (UTC)Usually, he pushes the shift down in alarm.
Tonight, he leans into it, looking up at Herbert with a husky exhalation that hisses lightly around his fangs.
"...I can't quite describe it," he finally murmurs, voice low. "It just...it makes me feel...strong?"
But strong isn't the right word, not alone, and he knows that, his hand on the vampire's shoulder tightening by degrees.