[Amos must have been sorely pressed already, because Liem expects more resistance than he gets when he grabs the man from behind. He is panicked, he can tell now, and not thinking clearly. It seals his fate all the more easily when Liem sinks his fangs into his neck and the hot spurt of his lifeblood floods his mouth, his grip on the man strengthening with each greedy swallow. He feels Amos struggle, and then go slack against him.
As though Liem is stealing his very strength from him and making it his own — and in a way, he is. By the time unconsciousness closes over Amos, the weight Liem is holding up feels to him like a child’s. But he is still not particularly gentle when he lets the senseless body fall to the ground.
Ever since the faerie banquet, the pale blue of Liem’s eyes has been a strange, pearlescent white; but when he meets Hayame’s horrified gaze, his eyes burn red.]
I found it.
[He adjusts his grip on the leaf-wrapped shape at his side, stepping over Amos’s bleeding-out body to draw closer. Without the other man in the way, he can see that her arm looks dislocated, but it seems unwise to take the time to reseat it here.]
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As though Liem is stealing his very strength from him and making it his own — and in a way, he is. By the time unconsciousness closes over Amos, the weight Liem is holding up feels to him like a child’s. But he is still not particularly gentle when he lets the senseless body fall to the ground.
Ever since the faerie banquet, the pale blue of Liem’s eyes has been a strange, pearlescent white; but when he meets Hayame’s horrified gaze, his eyes burn red.]
I found it.
[He adjusts his grip on the leaf-wrapped shape at his side, stepping over Amos’s bleeding-out body to draw closer. Without the other man in the way, he can see that her arm looks dislocated, but it seems unwise to take the time to reseat it here.]
Can you run like that?