( fingers curl into palms, nail biting at cold skin. he keeps himself turned some from kol, as if he needs to in some attempt to control himself and yet, in all the strength he uses to keep that control over his thirst, he lets something else slip. something that, from the slight crack in his voice, is difficult to admit. )
I don't know how much longer I can fight this urge.
( a beat, as if he needs to clarify and, when he does, it's with that shiny black gaze lifted to meet kol's. )
For you.
( not his blood. for him. for... whatever they've managed to make with each other and this friendship. )
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I don't know how much longer I can fight this urge.
( a beat, as if he needs to clarify and, when he does, it's with that shiny black gaze lifted to meet kol's. )
For you.
( not his blood. for him. for... whatever they've managed to make with each other and this friendship. )