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 Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:26 pm
"Sure," he replied, tongue slipping over the small wound, tasting his blood further. He hadn't eaten for a little while, so the taste of blood didn't make that any better. He placed the wound against his lips, allowing the blood to drip down into his mouth..though it wasn't much.
He kept himself from biting, mainly because he'd rather not kill, or get killed by, the one before him. He huffed a light breath of air over his hand, and removed his mouth from him, releasing his hand.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:33 pm
His first and for a while only response was to smile. The kind of smile the kindergarten teacher rewards one of the tiny tykes with after they've done something right for the first time. Something that should've been much kinder, sweeter - or maybe just 'better' than it was.
"That's it?" he said in a vague disbelief, pulling his hand back to brush it lightly across his shoulder as if to say 'ew, vampire saliva'.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:42 pm
"What, you want me to bite you?" He questioned, and would lick his lips, smirking, while he brought his hand up to rub the rest of the blood from his cheek, which had dried, by now. He growled a bit, and wrinkled his nose, "That disgusting, am I?" His tone was sarcastic, of course, but eh.
He brought his hand up to run into his hair, brushing it out of his eyes and such.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:54 pm
Marks laughed, tone caught between simply amused and almost cruel. "You're a filthy, unholy, bloodsucking sin against God, sweetheart - that's pretty damn disgusting," he shook his head in more laughter. "'Sides," he purred, "It's supposed to be about what you want, don't shove this off on me."
Well, besides the fact that he was, yes, very much trying to get Samael to bite him. Had to start somewhere, right?
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:59 pm
"Thank you, kill my ego," he huffed at him, and would roll his eyes a bit. "Well, you're the one offering blood. What, you have a death wish, love?" He questioned, and grinned, before sighing and shifting to turn his body slightly away from him.
Yeah, that was lovely. Gotta` love the name-calling and such. So what if he was unholy, etc? Not his choice.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 8:06 pm
Ooooh, sensitive. How cute.
"You wouldn't last a day in the first grade," the demon scoffed good-naturedly, satisifed that he'd clearly struck a chord and quite pleased to pursue the line of conversation therefore. "Gotta say, I've got more faith in my ability to kill your ego than in your ability to go about killing me," smirk.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 8:14 pm
"Tch," he scoffed, before moving forward, pressing a hand to the other's thigh, and leaned closer to him. "You're the one that not only kissed, but is staying around this filthy thing, mm?"
With this, he leaned forward enough to bite onto his lower lip, feeling his fangs puncture the flesh there. yes, lacking of ego or not, he finally took up that offer to bite him. Though it was a silent 'offer'. He felt as if he was digging himself a grave. Lovely.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 8:19 pm
Well damn. Didn't that just take away his ability to supply barbed wit? 'What makes you think I want to stay clean?' came to mind - but hell if he was going to be able to get that out without mumbling now. s**t. Lip bites kinda stung when the biter had fangs. Something he was gonna have to keep in mind.
Instead of jerking away - as he'd never been inclined to do - or kissing him - which didn't seem that bad of an idea, actually, - Marks decided to chance the mumble-speech. "Not much blood there, sweetheart. Go for the artery next time, yeah?" he fumbled through the words, drawing close to once again breath them onto the unicorn's lips.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 8:25 pm
Yeah, he had meant for it to sting. He chuckled when the other attempted to speak, and gave him a curious look, withdrawing his fangs from the shallow puncture. Suckling at the wound slightly, he brought a hand up to run over the other's cheek, down to his neck..feeling the pulse there.
"Mm, I'd rather not hit something that I'd regret later," he murmured, and lapped at his lower lip whenever there was enough blood to even make the movement to catch.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 8:39 am
"Is your aim that bad?" Marks scoffed, head tilting in the direction of Samael's hand, dark hair brushing once against those pale fingers.
The smile had crept back to those now damaged lips, however, one bespeaking challenge, pure and simple - perhaps the only thing 'pure' about Marks at all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 12:40 pm
"Not sure," he blinked, "Everything that I -have- bitten has died," he chuckled, though he had wanted those things to die, he wasn't sure if he could keep himself from not killing Marks. Plus, he didn't get hungry that often. Maybe it was his own disgust in himself. Eh.
Fingers trailed up further, running into said midnight tresses, while he continued to catch whatever stray amount of blood escaped the wounds...quite absently, too.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 12:50 pm
Marks' eyes rolled skyward though his head made no motion to follow. "That's because you don't practice, dumbass," he informed the vampire shortly. Sheez, what did it take to make the guy bite? All you had to do to a real vamp was look at him funny, and here Marks had beaten, nearly set on fire, provoked in almost every way he could imagine and when he finally was bitten it was the ******** lip!
Jesus Christ!
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 12:56 pm
What, did he want to die that bad? He blinked at him curiously, and withdraw from his mouth, thumb raising up to brush over the demon's mouth. He smirked, "I dont need to bother," he replied, and rolled his eyes back at him.
Well, yes, that is true, but he wasn't really a 'real' vampire, now was he? Or, at least, he wasn't a normal one. Most wouldn't even bother to wander a bar without getting someone to snack on, and he had just been there out of boredom.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 1:24 pm
Uh... what?
"Not if you're satisfied with hand-outs, I guess," he snorted in return, drawing slightly away from Samael's thumb at the sound.
It'd quite escaped Marks' notice that Samael might not possess the sorts of vampiric traits he was used to. Vampires here were bound to be different, that he knew, but... some things were pretty universal, right? Like with that Skittles kid earlier today, who'd gone nearly feral at the scent of blood. Or, well, had gone feral at very simple provocation. Something about the beast within.
Samael's reluctance to bite just grated on his nerves.
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Posted: Thu Aug 31, 2006 1:52 pm
Well, he was glad to be bothersome of the demon. It amused him that Marks was so bothered that he didn't want to bite. "That wanting, huh?" He replied, and moved forward once more, down near his neck, actually, this time around.
Raising the opposite hand to where he was headed, he set his palm firmly to the male's neck--as if he were readying him for the bite. He was getting slightly annoyed with the taunts and names for how he got his food. Food was food.
He parted his lips a bit, allowing his breath to trail the male's neck, before he snickered, and glanced up at him from the corner of his eye.
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