[ That saccharine sweetness in the way Izzy talks about promises and remembering and the implied us, together of the thing would have Ed gentling and pressing his face to Izzy hand, if only Izzy were anyone else. Because he knows Izzy, better than anyone. He knows what Izzy wants, and it's not kindness. He slaps Izzy's finger away from his cheek.
His hand on Izzy's neck loosens next, but only enough for Izzy to breathe fully, not enough to escape the wall he's pinned to like an insect on display. Edward blinks slowly and his eyebrows raise as a practiced mask slides into place. ]
Let this be your first lesson then, novice. Vampires don't need to ask for what we want. We don't fucking beg to be made.
[ Because that's what Izzy's demands amount to, in Edward's eyes. What value does an empty threat have? Nothing, if you aren't willing to act. His hand on Izzy's neck loosens further, curls until his thumb is on Izzy's lower lip, pulling his chin down with it to open his mouth. Ed's eyes follow, practically closing as he leans in and whispers against Izzy's lips— ]
You want my blood so bad? Just fucking take it.
[ —And he bites Izzy's lower lip viciously, licks the blood from the tear he's made and follows it into a kiss. Let Izzy figure out the rest. Or not. Ed's taking what he wants, either way. ]
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His hand on Izzy's neck loosens next, but only enough for Izzy to breathe fully, not enough to escape the wall he's pinned to like an insect on display. Edward blinks slowly and his eyebrows raise as a practiced mask slides into place. ]
Let this be your first lesson then, novice. Vampires don't need to ask for what we want. We don't fucking beg to be made.
[ Because that's what Izzy's demands amount to, in Edward's eyes. What value does an empty threat have? Nothing, if you aren't willing to act. His hand on Izzy's neck loosens further, curls until his thumb is on Izzy's lower lip, pulling his chin down with it to open his mouth. Ed's eyes follow, practically closing as he leans in and whispers against Izzy's lips— ]
You want my blood so bad? Just fucking take it.
[ —And he bites Izzy's lower lip viciously, licks the blood from the tear he's made and follows it into a kiss. Let Izzy figure out the rest. Or not. Ed's taking what he wants, either way. ]