[This again. Though he anticipated exactly what would happen, he could feel his pulse jump as soon as he was pushed back and held to the wall nearest the door. And again that grasp which could not be moved through sheer power of will. Alucard was slender and sharp in stature, long lines and pale skin, a narrow tapered waist - where did that strength come from? It didn't seem like it should be contained within such a body.
Dorian thought perhaps it wouldn't be as shocking to have a mouth on an open wound the second time, but he was wrong. He could feel the drag of the vampire's hot tongue as it collected a trickle of blood down the length of his extended forearm. The punctured skin burned upon contact, and he heard himself make another sound that was low and reedy as he fought against the grasp, instinctively trying to escape even when he knew he couldn't. Not without using magic; and even that could be risky.
Focus. He had to clear his head and focus.]
I should have asked before, but what does it do to you? How does it compare to another's? [Dorian couldn't quite stamp out the cold seed of fear in his belly. His eyes hung on the connection of that mouth to skin, pink lips over the red wound.] My blood, that is. It... should be rather magically potent.
[Was he essentially connecting a dangerous creature to a channel of pure, raw power? The thought was terrifying. But perhaps Alucard couldn't make use of blood magic, and instead this was only ordinary fuel.
Which part was better? The latter, definitely. He was grateful for the years of research and training he now had - that this didn't send him screaming in terror, only evoked curiosity and some reaction even darker, more sinister, belted down in his subconscious.]
Adrian.
[The name came stern and rigid. He held that golden look with his own eyes, paler silver in the light cast from the window. He wanted an answer before he could decide how to progress.]
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Dorian thought perhaps it wouldn't be as shocking to have a mouth on an open wound the second time, but he was wrong. He could feel the drag of the vampire's hot tongue as it collected a trickle of blood down the length of his extended forearm. The punctured skin burned upon contact, and he heard himself make another sound that was low and reedy as he fought against the grasp, instinctively trying to escape even when he knew he couldn't. Not without using magic; and even that could be risky.
Focus. He had to clear his head and focus.]
I should have asked before, but what does it do to you? How does it compare to another's? [Dorian couldn't quite stamp out the cold seed of fear in his belly. His eyes hung on the connection of that mouth to skin, pink lips over the red wound.] My blood, that is. It... should be rather magically potent.
[Was he essentially connecting a dangerous creature to a channel of pure, raw power? The thought was terrifying. But perhaps Alucard couldn't make use of blood magic, and instead this was only ordinary fuel.
Which part was better? The latter, definitely. He was grateful for the years of research and training he now had - that this didn't send him screaming in terror, only evoked curiosity and some reaction even darker, more sinister, belted down in his subconscious.]
Adrian.
[The name came stern and rigid. He held that golden look with his own eyes, paler silver in the light cast from the window. He wanted an answer before he could decide how to progress.]