The hungerโs been driving him crazy. He can hear the heartbeats of everyone around him, smell the scent of their blood, their souls. When he shuts his eyes he can see himself tearing into the soft flesh of a human throatโan image that both entices and repulses, nauseates him and makes his mouth water. Itโs been a while since he last fed the animal. Heโs starting to starve, and that might make him dangerous.ย
Itโs not a good state to be in when @winterbeheaded is crashing at his place. He knows he looks sickโworse than sick, a dead man walking. He knows that itโs affecting his behavior, too. His mood. It needs to be fucking handled.ย
So here he is: three a.m., sitting on the floor and eating raw meat, desperate for the seeping blood. He left Riley sleeping in his room, careful not to disturb her. He hasnโt even turned on a light out here, only barely illuminated by the streetlights outside the windows. Fine by him. He'd rather not see what he's doing anyway.
