[ ohhh, watching him stick his finger in his mouth makes it worse. god, he wants. wants to pull his hand away and do exactly the same, wants to lave away the blood until the iron taste melts in his mouth, wants to -
does not want to. for a second, he's out of it, but the tried and trained conditioning takes hold, and he feels his stomach churn, suddenly very, very not hungry as his head swims with images, with faint reminders of old pain. it's a familiar song and dance as he pulls the wine glass away from wenzhou and gives it a swirl like he's blooming the bouquet of tannin and alcohol, of the animal blood that mixes in, and the drips of human blood like rare spices mixed in.
before he drinks, just because he can (and because he hopes to irritate wenzhou enough he'll look away), he quips, dryly; ] I think you just enjoy bleeding.
[ seeing as how wenzhou is the most reckless man on god's green earth. he closes his eyes and lifts the cup, feels his stomach churn into actually no i'm not hungry at all, and does not immediately drink, just kind of holding it between his fingers in a minute internal battle. ]
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does not want to. for a second, he's out of it, but the tried and trained conditioning takes hold, and he feels his stomach churn, suddenly very, very not hungry as his head swims with images, with faint reminders of old pain. it's a familiar song and dance as he pulls the wine glass away from wenzhou and gives it a swirl like he's blooming the bouquet of tannin and alcohol, of the animal blood that mixes in, and the drips of human blood like rare spices mixed in.
before he drinks, just because he can (and because he hopes to irritate wenzhou enough he'll look away), he quips, dryly; ] I think you just enjoy bleeding.
[ seeing as how wenzhou is the most reckless man on god's green earth. he closes his eyes and lifts the cup, feels his stomach churn into actually no i'm not hungry at all, and does not immediately drink, just kind of holding it between his fingers in a minute internal battle. ]