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Un enfant frappe à ma porte

Apr 13, 2010 03:46

Who: Azure Kite, Yoite
When: Monday night, vampire week
Where: Suite 11
Summary: Restitching session turns into a flaily vampire kerfluffle.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: A little blood sucking, skin-stitches, awkward and deeply strange boys being awkward and deeply strange.

( Il laisse entrer la lumière, il a mes yeux et mon coeur, et derrière lui c'est l'enfer )

yoite, azure kite

Comments 45

little_stitches April 13 2010, 09:58:23 UTC

And sit Kite did. With gusto, abandoning his walking stick on the floor as he plopped down. Blissfully unaware that the boy about to come into contact with some of his blood absolutely craved it. He certainly couldn't smell whatever Yoite was smelling ( ... )

another_miharu April 13 2010, 19:05:16 UTC

His back was the least of Yoite's concerns, at the moment. If there was anything that could distract from the thick smell of Kite's blood in this close proximity, it-- oh. Oh.

It wasn't to say that it was jarring, because Yoite wasn't without his own share of scars. There were reasons he wore these long, long sleeves and pants, thick layers, kept himself constantly covered. He had burns, he had cuts, he had bruises and decay and deep, deep trenches of scars etched across his skin. But Kite ( ... )

little_stitches April 13 2010, 21:17:14 UTC

"Aah, neeeedle..." He thought he'd already threaded it, but obviously he hadn't done it well enough. And that's why Kite doesn't to his own stitching. One of the reasons, anyway. He went back to pocket-searching and found the needle by way of it pricking his index finger. Fishing the needle out he wiped the little dot of blood from the miniature stab wound on his pants. Then he handed the troublesome thing over ( ... )

another_miharu April 13 2010, 21:30:07 UTC

Bl-- Blood. It was just a drop, just one little drop, but Yoite hadn't eaten. He hadn't fed since Miharu, the afternoon before, and. And it had been an entire day. Yoite's pupils were very suddenly pinpricks, making the rest of them look even wider, impossibly blue as he stared very astutely at the small smudge on Kite's pants ( ... )

little_stitches April 13 2010, 22:14:26 UTC

"Haah, I meant..." A tiny frown of disappointment. What was wrong with the bed? Did he smell? ...if only he knew. Kite decided against pressing the matter, though if he had remained standing he would have dragged him down onto the bed by his sleeve. It was just too much effort to pull him up from the ground. He leaned forward on the mattress and slowly offered his right arm, pale and slightly shaky. This was some awkward positioning, and he briefly considered sliding onto the floor before he noticed --

Hands. Kite locked his one-eyed gaze on the blackened, chewed up mess and there was frowning to be had at the deterioration. Nearly hidden, those scabs, but not quite hidden enough to escape his notice.

"Why aah... are you still biiiiting?" Kite mumbled after a short bout of silence. Oops, a question... but it had just slipped out before he'd had a chance to evaluate the worth of asking.