Lorcan was thirsty, there was no denying it, but here he was, stuck in lockdown and feeling miserable. He had managed to get away from the chaos eventually, but not before he had been hit with a spell, his body flying into debris and something impaling his side. His white suit was now stained with blood, but he had refused to go to the hospital wing. If there was one place he needed to avoid, no doubt the room filled with the strong scent of blood from any others who were injured. As half-vampire, his wound had already healed on its own, but the loss of blood made him crave for some to clench his thirst.
“This has turned into the worst party ever,” he stated dryly to Jasmin beside him. “And we don’t even have any more booze to make it better.” ( @macjasmin )
