[Maybe it’s because Dimitri hasn’t eaten in several weeks, or because he’s only been feeding off bottom dwellers, but Felix’s blood is the best he’s ever had, he thinks. He still can’t taste much besides the faintest tang of metal on his tongue, but his blood feels different in his mouth. Maybe it’s just because it’s Felix.
The effects are near immediate. His mind no longer feels sluggish and dizzy. His muscles tense underneath his armor, refreshed. He feels alive again, or as alive as he can manage. But, as he suspected, once he starts he can’t stop. He reaches his fill and continues to drink like the actual starving man he was.
Of course it’s the call of his name that jolts Dimitri back into reality. His head snaps up, pupils pinhead small as if he’s looking up at the sun itself when he looks up at Felix.]
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The effects are near immediate. His mind no longer feels sluggish and dizzy. His muscles tense underneath his armor, refreshed. He feels alive again, or as alive as he can manage. But, as he suspected, once he starts he can’t stop. He reaches his fill and continues to drink like the actual starving man he was.
Of course it’s the call of his name that jolts Dimitri back into reality. His head snaps up, pupils pinhead small as if he’s looking up at the sun itself when he looks up at Felix.]