[ There's nothing to be said; they share a blood bond already. Even without reading his mind, Ed can feel Izzy's desperation, his thirst for violence, in the jitter of his heartbeat and the taste of his skin. That'll be a double-edged blade, soon. Soon, he won't be able to mask from Izzy what he masks from the world: the fear, the loneliness, the memory of a terror lurking in the depths that never should've been made real—
Edward pulls his wrist abruptly away from Izzy's mouth. One drop is enough, and Izzy's hand much more than that. Watching Izzy's eyes, searching them for any new flecks of blue, Ed flattens his tongue against that same wrist, and with the dragging lick, the blood and the wound are both gone, only the memory of them left in a tinge of corpse-blue on his lips and tongue, and Izzy's. ]
This is only the beginning. [ Ed intones, hollow-eyed. ] You aren't a vampire yet, Iz; you're a meal. Nothing has changed, understand?
[ Though it may sound demeaning (and it is), it's also a warning for Izzy not to let his pride cloud his judgement. The world of vampires is as dangerous as it's ever been; more than, here in the castle. ]
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Edward pulls his wrist abruptly away from Izzy's mouth. One drop is enough, and Izzy's hand much more than that. Watching Izzy's eyes, searching them for any new flecks of blue, Ed flattens his tongue against that same wrist, and with the dragging lick, the blood and the wound are both gone, only the memory of them left in a tinge of corpse-blue on his lips and tongue, and Izzy's. ]
This is only the beginning. [ Ed intones, hollow-eyed. ] You aren't a vampire yet, Iz; you're a meal. Nothing has changed, understand?
[ Though it may sound demeaning (and it is), it's also a warning for Izzy not to let his pride cloud his judgement. The world of vampires is as dangerous as it's ever been; more than, here in the castle. ]