Alan laughs and Baptiste is content to bask in the attention. He watches the man tug idly at his own lips and wonders what taste clings to them. He dreams of them laden with the tang of sweat after having caressed another's body with kisses. Light lashes flutter over his own gaze, his tongue swiping over his own bottom lip - a silent wish to feel the pad of a thumb against his own lips.
The clink of glassware calls his attention back. He tilts his head upward. Yet the question catches him off guard. It's his turn to laugh.]
If I still am, I'm an incredibly bad one. [The LaFontaine family had endeavored to make vampire hunting their entire personality for generations. While they were technically Catholic, Baptiste would bet most of them went through the motions simply for the extra protection it offered them against the supernatural.
... Never mind that Baptiste hasn't attended any sort of mass for over two decades. The life of a traveling circus performer/undercover hunter has left him with very little time or desire to stay connected with the 'finer' points of spirituality.
Baptiste wets his lips. Opens his mouth to invite the lip of the glass against his own.]
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Alan laughs and Baptiste is content to bask in the attention. He watches the man tug idly at his own lips and wonders what taste clings to them. He dreams of them laden with the tang of sweat after having caressed another's body with kisses. Light lashes flutter over his own gaze, his tongue swiping over his own bottom lip - a silent wish to feel the pad of a thumb against his own lips.
The clink of glassware calls his attention back. He tilts his head upward. Yet the question catches him off guard. It's his turn to laugh.]
If I still am, I'm an incredibly bad one. [The LaFontaine family had endeavored to make vampire hunting their entire personality for generations. While they were technically Catholic, Baptiste would bet most of them went through the motions simply for the extra protection it offered them against the supernatural.
... Never mind that Baptiste hasn't attended any sort of mass for over two decades. The life of a traveling circus performer/undercover hunter has left him with very little time or desire to stay connected with the 'finer' points of spirituality.
Baptiste wets his lips. Opens his mouth to invite the lip of the glass against his own.]