[ Crowley's features soften, giving the man's remark a bland look. Feeling neither surprised nor offended, nor anything much at all really--with the exception of that irritating hunger that burns his throat.
But that's an exception because what he feels isn't human. Food for hunger was most certainly a human necessity, but Crowley was beginning to realize what he needed wasn't exactly what most would consider 'normal'. In fact he didn't want to believe it to be normal, he wanted to reject it, but instinct and desire tell him that if he wanted to survive this is what he needed. ]
Yeah? [ He reaches out, hand moving to caress the other's cheek. ] That's your fault.
[ You're so irresponsible, Rhys; another second and fingers dip into the nape of his neck. ]
Come closer.
[ There's no question if his words come out as a request or demand. ]
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But that's an exception because what he feels isn't human. Food for hunger was most certainly a human necessity, but Crowley was beginning to realize what he needed wasn't exactly what most would consider 'normal'. In fact he didn't want to believe it to be normal, he wanted to reject it, but instinct and desire tell him that if he wanted to survive this is what he needed. ]
Yeah? [ He reaches out, hand moving to caress the other's cheek. ] That's your fault.
[ You're so irresponsible, Rhys; another second and fingers dip into the nape of his neck. ]
Come closer.
[ There's no question if his words come out as a request or demand. ]