When his wrist is let go, he doesn't remove it from the floor - he doesn't attack, leaning instead into the touch, into the words, into the comfort, being offered. His eyes try to focus, but he is still so dizzy, so overwhelmed -
And then, finally, his hips are twitching against Georg's thigh, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. His body spasms, shakes...and then stills, finally, panting and spent.
"...Home...." He growls, finally lifting his hand to press it to Georg's cheek. Delirious...but docile enough.
"There you are. Welcome back." Georg carefully moves off of Alfred and stands, leaning down to gather Alfred into his arms and hold him against his chest. He carries the boy to his bed and lays him down, sitting next to him and stroking his sweaty hair, pushing it back off his forehead.
Alfred is a ragdoll in Georg's arms as he is lifted to the bed - his eyes are still greyed out, face drawn from exhaustion and malnourishment; periodically, a hand twitches, or his fangs bear, the beastly part of him trying to find purchase again and failing.
He groans as his hair is swept back, sick and sore. Not ashamed, though. Not enough presence for that.
"...Didn't want...to...hurt...you..." A low whimper, barely audible. "Made a...mistake...."
"You didn't hurt me. What you need now is to rest. When you're more up to it, we'll get you some blood. For now..."
He calls Herbert in and sends him for some rope. When Herbert returns with the rope, he helps Georg to tie Alfred's wrists to the bed posts. Just to hold him there, for the time being. While he recovers.
"...Rest...." It's more echo than response - still a strange sort of growl, expression twitching as if he wants to be fierce but can't do so any longer.
He doesn't struggle much when tied - the hand that Georg binds twitches but does not pull away,.and the one Herbert binds instinctually reaches out, briefly, gently grasping at his lover's hand before falling back against the mattress.
He hisses weakly at Georg's suggestion, eyelids fluttering, then shutting as he goes still. He drifts off almost immediately...off into confusing, troubling dreams.
In his sleep, tears trickle from the corners of his eyes.
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Date: 2022-01-06 06:56 am (UTC)And then, finally, his hips are twitching against Georg's thigh, a strangled moan tearing from his throat. His body spasms, shakes...and then stills, finally, panting and spent.
"...Home...." He growls, finally lifting his hand to press it to Georg's cheek. Delirious...but docile enough.
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Date: 2022-01-06 07:00 am (UTC)"You'll be just fine."
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Date: 2022-01-06 07:12 am (UTC)He groans as his hair is swept back, sick and sore. Not ashamed, though. Not enough presence for that.
"...Didn't want...to...hurt...you..." A low whimper, barely audible. "Made a...mistake...."
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Date: 2022-01-09 03:46 am (UTC)He calls Herbert in and sends him for some rope. When Herbert returns with the rope, he helps Georg to tie Alfred's wrists to the bed posts. Just to hold him there, for the time being. While he recovers.
"Try to sleep, now."
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Date: 2022-01-09 04:10 am (UTC)He doesn't struggle much when tied - the hand that Georg binds twitches but does not pull away,.and the one Herbert binds instinctually reaches out, briefly, gently grasping at his lover's hand before falling back against the mattress.
He hisses weakly at Georg's suggestion, eyelids fluttering, then shutting as he goes still. He drifts off almost immediately...off into confusing, troubling dreams.
In his sleep, tears trickle from the corners of his eyes.