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Chrys looks at him, then kisses his forehead.
Chrys looks at him, then kisses his forehead.
Rodya leans into him, tears rolling down his face.
Chrys sighs, still humming.
Rodya keeps his eyes closed.
Chrys lays down with Rodya, silent.
Rodya grips onto him, groaning in pain.
Chrys gently pulls Rodya on top of him, nuzzling into his hair.
Rodya pants heavily, swallowing thickly, staying quiet.
(This dude just wont scream— XDDDD)
(XD)
Chrys holds onto him, quiet. All he could do was wait it out now.
(T’s?)
(Yep- u)
After a while, Rodya opens his eyes, groaning softly. His hand goes to his moth and he bites his lip slightly.
Chrys looks at him, then sighs. “Hey…how are you feeling…?”
Rodya looks at him, “My head. . . Hurts. . . So does. . . My face. . .” He whispers.
Chrys nods, “I know…” He kisses Rodya’s forehead.
He whimpers, keeping his hand over his mouth.
Chrys looks at him, then Chrys cuts his own wrist and shows it to Rodya. “Here.”
Rodya looks at it, hesitating.
Chrys smiles, “Go ahead.”
Rodya moves forward, drinking his blood, groaning softly.
Chrys closes his eyes, humming.
He drinks deeply and then pulls away, biting his lip.
Chrys hums, “Feel better?” He looks at him.
Rodya shrugs, silent.
Chrys sighs, “I’m sorry…”
Rodya looks at him and slowly shakes his head, “Don’t be. . .”
Chrys looks at him. “I just killed you…”
“So?” He huffs, “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“Yes…but dead…”
“Okay? And?”
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