[Dimitri stares right back, mouth useless and agape. Then, somberly:] How do I earn the right to die when I haven't the right to live?
[But Felix's words register somewhere within him. Felix is right. He always is. Dimitri turns Felix's hand over in his own, his grip looser now but still refusing to release him. The wound stares back at him, dripping, taunting.]
I don't know if I'll be able to stop. [Don't let him kill you. That's the only warning he offers before Dimitri draws Felix's hand in to his mouth. He licks first, the flat of his tongue against the wound and tasting. Tasting Felix for all that he is. Then, he secures himself and drinks.]
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[But Felix's words register somewhere within him. Felix is right. He always is. Dimitri turns Felix's hand over in his own, his grip looser now but still refusing to release him. The wound stares back at him, dripping, taunting.]
I don't know if I'll be able to stop. [Don't let him kill you. That's the only warning he offers before Dimitri draws Felix's hand in to his mouth. He licks first, the flat of his tongue against the wound and tasting. Tasting Felix for all that he is. Then, he secures himself and drinks.]