[ Call him Daddy in the bedroom and see where that gets you, Jim. Scalpeled. It'll get you scalpeled. ]
Enjoyin' your humanity, huh? Ain't like vampires don't bite each other -- though it's usually the freaks that are into that kind of thing.
[ He doesn't sound as judging as he could here. He's quoting what people say, in other words. He doesn't actually judge vampires who want to feel human, that would be hypocritical to the extreme.
But don't think Bones missed that little flinch. So he would be disappointing his Maker for being like this. For flaunting his neck like he's some unclaimed snack for others to take a bite of. Still, the way he talks about it... it makes Bones kind of sick with nostalgia. He gets it, he does. Being human is something he took for granted. It wasn't even what he wanted, but losing it now, he might've been a little more reckless. Maybe? No, probably not. But still. Those damn blue eyes are looking at Bones through those stupid long eyelashes, and he'd be hard to resist on a good day, never mind on Winter Sol. ]
Yeah, alright.
[ He caves. Of course he caves. At least Jim isn't doing this completely unawares, at least he knows his maker would be upset with him, and he does seem to actually care about what his maker thinks, even if he's doing stupid shit anyway. And hey, at least if they're out on the balcony, Lady Whisperfangs probably won't include it in her December papers. Gods forbid.
Bones runs a hand down his face, hands catching on his faint stubble. Fuck, what is he doing? Did he really say yes? He tilts his head, holding an arm out to pull Jim closer. ]
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Enjoyin' your humanity, huh? Ain't like vampires don't bite each other -- though it's usually the freaks that are into that kind of thing.
[ He doesn't sound as judging as he could here. He's quoting what people say, in other words. He doesn't actually judge vampires who want to feel human, that would be hypocritical to the extreme.
But don't think Bones missed that little flinch. So he would be disappointing his Maker for being like this. For flaunting his neck like he's some unclaimed snack for others to take a bite of. Still, the way he talks about it... it makes Bones kind of sick with nostalgia. He gets it, he does. Being human is something he took for granted. It wasn't even what he wanted, but losing it now, he might've been a little more reckless. Maybe? No, probably not. But still. Those damn blue eyes are looking at Bones through those stupid long eyelashes, and he'd be hard to resist on a good day, never mind on Winter Sol. ]
Yeah, alright.
[ He caves. Of course he caves. At least Jim isn't doing this completely unawares, at least he knows his maker would be upset with him, and he does seem to actually care about what his maker thinks, even if he's doing stupid shit anyway. And hey, at least if they're out on the balcony, Lady Whisperfangs probably won't include it in her December papers. Gods forbid.
Bones runs a hand down his face, hands catching on his faint stubble. Fuck, what is he doing? Did he really say yes? He tilts his head, holding an arm out to pull Jim closer. ]
Come 'ere, before I change my mind.