[Sunday stops feeding just before he can feel the slowing rhythm of Aether's heart. No. He doesn't want the beautiful boy to die in his arms. He should let go, walk away, discard what remains of his would-be meal. But he can't. He doesn't want to lose this. He wants to keep Aether and to have him, entirely, selfishly. With a quiet sigh, Sunday withdraws his fangs and leans back, breath steady but body thrumming with the high of blood. He's wide awake, alive in a way only the taste of Aether can make him now.]
There now, Aether... Careful. Open your eyes.
[He carefully gathers Aether up in his arms and gives the blond a soft kiss on his brow, wings brushing affectionately against his jaw.]
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There now, Aether... Careful. Open your eyes.
[He carefully gathers Aether up in his arms and gives the blond a soft kiss on his brow, wings brushing affectionately against his jaw.]
It's not time to sleep just yet.