Dec 7, 2015
;;brokenbutneverdefeated
Fane had sensed something was off about the other before he glared at him for picking up the steak, but afterward there was no question. “You want this don’t you? Like you really want this… I don’t eat much, no point really,” he added wondering if the guy knew he was a vampire, “but sometimes I like a nice raresteak.”
Daemon had no clue there was something different about Fane. He wasn’t totally sold on the idea of there being other supernatural creatures aside from the very, very few he’d met personally. So, when he brought up the meat, Daemon felt teased. It had to have been obvious that the teen wanted it, and here Fane was waving it in his face.
