[The frenzied desire to take back his blood, his bearings here mean that Baptiste makes a critical error. Yet it will only be one to haunt him later - the sinking realization in his gut that he'd met eye to eye with this kindred.
... And nothing happened. No command. No bending of the mind.
But, that was a haunt for a later night.]
[Instead, Charlie will feel Baptiste's body wrench as another exhilarating round of sensation washes over every nerve in his body. The man's tongue extends - aimless against a pleasure that causes blonde lashes to flutter.
Yet his anger is not quelled, even as his thoughts swirl. Then his focus returns to a pin's point. The hand anchoring him to Charlie's hip clenches at robe and flesh in a bruising hold as his will once again wrenches control of the reins. His tongue forces its way back into Charlie's mouth - swiping a puddle of his own blood and spittle from Charlies mouth and back to his own. His bloodied lip drips down his chin, collecting in place and threatening to drip onto Charlie's chest.
Baptiste's blood smeared lips continue to move against the vampire's. Even with the dull knowledge that the only warmth here was the warmth that had been stolen from him, his mouth continues with its emboldened ploy.
In the heat of the moment, Baptiste's teeth make their appearance once more to bite at Charlie's lip in vengeance.
More blood. Charlie's blood this time. It needed to be his and yet a realization screams in the back of his mind.
Kindred blood. Baptiste's other hand reaches up to press at Charlie's chest - pulling away to break the kiss. He lets a dribble of what he assumes is a mixture of his and the kindred's vitae fall pass his lips and directly into Charlies lap.
Dazed, Baptiste blinks for a few moments. He's still close enough that his every breath falls onto Charlie's lips. Still close enough that his bloodied lips quiver at the thought of meeting the other's once more.]
What the fuck was that? [Breathless. Said with a tinge of levity in an attempt to obfuscate the rage that simmered in his veins. Baptiste has no idea there was no way to hide that part of him now.]
run from that blood bond, buddy
... And nothing happened. No command. No bending of the mind.
But, that was a haunt for a later night.]
[Instead, Charlie will feel Baptiste's body wrench as another exhilarating round of sensation washes over every nerve in his body. The man's tongue extends - aimless against a pleasure that causes blonde lashes to flutter.
Yet his anger is not quelled, even as his thoughts swirl. Then his focus returns to a pin's point. The hand anchoring him to Charlie's hip clenches at robe and flesh in a bruising hold as his will once again wrenches control of the reins. His tongue forces its way back into Charlie's mouth - swiping a puddle of his own blood and spittle from Charlies mouth and back to his own. His bloodied lip drips down his chin, collecting in place and threatening to drip onto Charlie's chest.
Baptiste's blood smeared lips continue to move against the vampire's. Even with the dull knowledge that the only warmth here was the warmth that had been stolen from him, his mouth continues with its emboldened ploy.
In the heat of the moment, Baptiste's teeth make their appearance once more to bite at Charlie's lip in vengeance.
More blood. Charlie's blood this time. It needed to be his and yet a realization screams in the back of his mind.
Kindred blood. Baptiste's other hand reaches up to press at Charlie's chest - pulling away to break the kiss. He lets a dribble of what he assumes is a mixture of his and the kindred's vitae fall pass his lips and directly into Charlies lap.
Dazed, Baptiste blinks for a few moments. He's still close enough that his every breath falls onto Charlie's lips. Still close enough that his bloodied lips quiver at the thought of meeting the other's once more.]
What the fuck was that? [Breathless. Said with a tinge of levity in an attempt to obfuscate the rage that simmered in his veins. Baptiste has no idea there was no way to hide that part of him now.]