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Seth Gecko 3.09

Kisa is gentle with him, her finger barely touching the wound as she dabbed on the cream. Wouldn’t do to have the big, bad Seth Gecko die of infection. His question, however, made her pause, not noticing as her jaw clenched in a hard line and her fingers gripped that little bit tighter around his wrist. A moment passed before she let up the pressure and snapped herself out of it. “He stole my human life. I wasn’t going to let him take this one as well. I wouldn’t let him win.”

he notes the tension. and if he cared about her maybe he would have felt bad. there are a few things that he really cares about now though. he's not keen on adding her on the list. she doesn't get a spot. it's a short list. and a lot of them are already dead. Uncle Eddie is a raw wound that on bad days he blames on her, too. but the pressure lets up and she gives her answer. so, he knows the feeling. he thinks about his old man, thinks of the cold gun pressed to the side of his head, the way he'd snap with just about everything. he takes in a breath. "can't let them have all the fun, right?" he says with a vague attempt at a smile. something about it feels cracked. but he doesn't like the feeling. the weight of it. he's never been one to be called broken.

Kisa took those few steps to close the distance between them and take a seat by him side. Her head lolled to the side and she smirked, slender fingers wrapping around his offered arm and running her thumbs almost soothingly across his skin. “I won’t like and say I’m not. I’ve tasted some unpleasant humans before and you’re… not one of them.” He taste good. Really good. Not unlike Richard. Not that she would mention that and freak him out. “But I’ve been alive a long time. Cravings are hardly an issue.” Kisa reached for the disinfectant cream and squeezed out a small amount onto her finger. “This might sting.”

  it does sting. but he's had a hell of a lot worse. her biting into him for one. it hurt but it was also another strange sort of sensation he couldn't put a name on. he could still sorta feel it along the skin. the way that lingered. with pain, too. a lot of pain. he hisses when it's applied and then looks at her. she's been alive for how long? he doesn't think he's ever asked. not that he cares. but he can imagine wear and tear. wonders if it gets to her. "how'd you live that long with yourself and not want to throw yourself off the highest building, huh?"

There. That was the snarky Seth Gecko she knew and loathed to reluctantly love. “I can do one better.” Generous was exactly how she was feeling after that little show of trust from him. Hands raised, showing off the bottle of scotch and tumbler she had encased in them before handing it over. “If I know anything about a Gecko - it’s that he loves his alcohol.” Her eyes fell to the wound. “Let me dress that for you.”

 he could use a drink. a whole lot of them, keep them coming actually. and he'll be alright. let him get a little cloudy and block out all this culebra, monster, legend bullshit for an hour or two. he hadn't signed up to save the whole fucking world. he had signed on to help his brother run some run of the mill joint at the edge of border and not get himself killed. oh, wait, if he's doing some back tracking he had signed up for El Rey, a whole hell of a lot of money, beaches, paradise, and he hadn't seen any of that shit. her fault. he could blame it all on her. the past year he had, Richie was a bloodsucker, the whole world seemed like it was out to get him. and no, he wasn't being over dramatic. but he had a hell of a day, he had every damned right. he had to go back to prison, have his brother ex whatever feed on him, and now, well, he guessed so far for the first time things were looking up. "well, well, little girl, look like you're one step ahead in the game." he says, putting his arm out for her a little more. "not gonna get tempted to bite again, are you? not still hungry?"

The marks from her fangs still looked slightly inflamed, pink tinging the surrounding skin in irritation and the deep red of the puncture wounds only showing the first signs of healing. “How does it feel?” Concern etched every syllable and if she wasn’t worried he was regretting this decision in hindsight then she would be pondering on how times really had changed.

how does it feel? it throbs, it aches, and he's wanted to scratch the hell outta it the whole time. he doesn't know how he feels about it. the sting of her teeth, her mouth against his skin, the draining feeling of his blood. he takes in a breath and looks at her, then at it, back at her again. "well, if you're feeling real generous you ought to get me some ice and something hard to drink. never pegged you to worry about my well being." he's not sure what the hell to do with it. he's not sure what the hell he was thinking doing it. all said and done now and it was really fucking crazy to think about.

          he wasn’t letting it go that easily. surprise, surprise. she’d never get that lucky. of course she didn’t expect to, not when it comes to him. hoped but didn’t expect. which might have been worse actually ——— hope’s an unrealistic thing to have with Seth. one would think she would have figured that out already, given how long they’ve known each other. and she has, she just forgets every now and then. just like she forgets she doesn’t actively want to argue with him until he says something that pisses her off. and he always does. why even ask the question when they both know they don’t like each other? there’s a lot of why’s she doesn’t have the answer to since it’s not something she thinks about enough to make sense of it. rather just ignore it. accept it as one of those unexplained things and leave it at that. brows furrow over narrowed eyes, the reluctance she feels at the suggestion of talking anything out with him met with the usual amount of disdain. ❝it wasn’t my idea to steal the car, remember? that one’s on you.❞ a necessary fact she makes sure to point out to him before settling back into her seat. if he wants to have this discussion then she might as well indulge him. ❝do you even know what I drink?❞

he lets out a small scoff as he takes up the bottle near him. he wants to drown in it. he wants a hit of something, too. but he doesn't think Ana will put up with that shit. Kate had.but that was a story for another day. he pours two glasses. "you drink what I drink. that's how it works." because it was his plan, his way, his getaway. he didn't care what Ana said. in this house it was his rules and all that bullshit. and if she wanted to go? well, would he really want her to go? he didn't think he gave a shit.

#what oral fixation

Consider it rations.