#l1felike.

"Azune," Eddie rests a hand on @l1felike's shoulder from the driver's seat, firm but gentle, hoping to pull him out of the intensity of his hunger for as long as he can. They're parked in a parking lot devoid of streetlights. Azune's blood, drying on the dash. The night hasn't been kind to any of them.

'Offer him your arm. It's what he wants. He prefers it over animal blood. You would. What did you say a few weeks ago? Occam's Razor? The simplest solution... The most satisfying outcome.... Besides, not all thin-bloods have your gift. We've learned that much.'

"Think you can hold on? I know you don’t want to hurt anyone." They're barely themselves when they’re that hungry. Letting him lose in the city like this- could Azune stop himself from feeding on someone? Could he stop Azune, without stirring his own beast, when he inevitably fought back if he tried to stop him? "I can take you somewhere more secluded. Less people, more animals..."

'It will happen eventually. He's going to feed on a human, maybe drink them dry when he realizes how good it tastes. Why stop the inevitable? Let him go. Better he fuck up with you to clean up his mess.'

Eddie grumbles, none of this is safe. He has to be careful about this. It can't get out of control. "Look at me.... If I give you my arm, you have to stop when I tell you. And you have to give me yours." There's an urgency to his voice that stains his concern. He doesn't have to say why; they both know.