This tavern has no idea what we truly are, does it....?
[Exhale let out slow across the arch of Leto's closest cheek, quill-et-bloodied-dagger already pulled free and dropped off over soft bedsheets. Both hands now fully committed to applying pressure to those wounds: centerlines squared across the gashes, fingertips anchored like stitches, pushing on both sides— mortal things take longer to heal than vampires (and these days he's beginning to consider the merits of learning how to heal, just a little).
And in case you thought the answer to his question was 'a vampire and a world traversing god-killer-slash-conduit-for-magic-itself':]
A couple of absolute freaks.
[Who else would go around brandishing scars like wedding bands?]
2/2
[Exhale let out slow across the arch of Leto's closest cheek, quill-et-bloodied-dagger already pulled free and dropped off over soft bedsheets. Both hands now fully committed to applying pressure to those wounds: centerlines squared across the gashes, fingertips anchored like stitches, pushing on both sides— mortal things take longer to heal than vampires (and these days he's beginning to consider the merits of learning how to heal, just a little).
And in case you thought the answer to his question was 'a vampire and a world traversing god-killer-slash-conduit-for-magic-itself':]
A couple of absolute freaks.
[Who else would go around brandishing scars like wedding bands?]