[ even now, he can feel the familiar ache of his body healing itself. the more intense sensations are at his thigh, abdomen, and chest—places he'd been injured the worst. but that's not what he concentrates on, eyes only on dorian and nothing else. the touch of his hand is oddly welcoming, even if he's suddenly aware of just how terrible both of them must look and feel. ]
I didn't have anyone else. [ it's a quiet state of fact, moving on quickly as if he hadn't just said such a thing. ] You won't be able to tell soon enough. [ so, yes. ]
How's your arm?
[ larus reaches for it because he feels like he can, intent on inspecting the cut and just how deeply dorian must have wounded himself. at the very least, he's grateful that he hadn't had to bite him; the outcome of that would have been so much worse than some wound that could heal, still very much aware of the taste on his tongue and the way he craves it. the way he craves the other man in a general sense is equally astounding, though he pushes that aside in favor of trying to look him over. ]
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I didn't have anyone else. [ it's a quiet state of fact, moving on quickly as if he hadn't just said such a thing. ] You won't be able to tell soon enough. [ so, yes. ]
How's your arm?
[ larus reaches for it because he feels like he can, intent on inspecting the cut and just how deeply dorian must have wounded himself. at the very least, he's grateful that he hadn't had to bite him; the outcome of that would have been so much worse than some wound that could heal, still very much aware of the taste on his tongue and the way he craves it. the way he craves the other man in a general sense is equally astounding, though he pushes that aside in favor of trying to look him over. ]