( someone who's lived as long as kol has... the body count must be extraordinary. things edward himself can't even begin to comprehend. especially those earlier years, when you're a newborn vampire — when everything feels, smells, looks, and sounds different. when they taste different, to the point of driving one to near madness to fulfill that craving for a particular taste on the tongue and the disgust that comes with it all.
but edward can hear thoughts — hear the panic that floods their mind when they're dying there in front of him, in his grasp, and powerless to do anything. he's heard those thoughts — hasn't cared in the least. can anyone really know what that's like to live with? to know ones last thoughts in their short moments left of life?
a slow blink of eyes, aware of that thumb running along his lips, he lifts his gaze to look to kol, rather sullen. )
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but edward can hear thoughts — hear the panic that floods their mind when they're dying there in front of him, in his grasp, and powerless to do anything. he's heard those thoughts — hasn't cared in the least. can anyone really know what that's like to live with? to know ones last thoughts in their short moments left of life?
a slow blink of eyes, aware of that thumb running along his lips, he lifts his gaze to look to kol, rather sullen. )
Do you?
( understand. )