Return of Angel-boy

[beyourarmy]

[Arm bleeding from a long cut, slightly beat up, Setsuna looks furious at first, definitely lecturing someone, but he stops mid-tirade, confused.]

-you....

What the hell? Oh, come on! I was home for FIVE minutes! Maybe ten. I had Sara with me and everything! You couldn't just leave me there a little longer? I'm this close to finishing God off!

[Inspects the gash on his arm, then frowns.] Wait. Does this mean - I went home, I was sixteen again, came back here in the same clothes, same injury, same body.

Am I sixteen AGAIN? Ungh! Stupid City! Should've just left me there.

[Seeing the device, he grabs it, his wings extend for flight, then he ends the feed in disgust.]



[ooc: So Setsuna was canon updated by almost nothing, and returns during this curse.]

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[beyourarmy]

You're a masochist, aren't....

[He's only mildly stunned at first. Shuts up for a second. But ultimately, this was expected, in a way, so he's not terribly surprised. Worse yet, he's starting to associate this with affection where Karl's concerned. Sure, it might mean he's just a meal, but Setsuna has his own ideas.]

Mmmm. I guess coming over with a bandaged wound is like a come on line to vampires, huh?

[worldofourown]

[ Yes, he's a masochist. Who else would attack a powerful angel? He may have missed Setsuna, in his own way. But his mind doesn't register it as such. The Chrub was absent. Now he's here. ]

[ And must be set to rights. ]

[ He doesn't answer Setsuna. He just swallows and swallows. ]

[beyourarmy]

[It's okay. Karl can stay silent. Setsuna will babble, his hold on Karl lessening.]

I'm starting to just accept this as your way of greeting people.

It's actually starting to feel good. [Nowhere near as scary and weird as the first time. Feeling the blood just leave him has gone from frightening to numb to blissful. Almost like if he let it keep going, it would get better.]

[worldofourown]

[ Of course it feels good. Bloodloss is a dangerous high. Clubs in the Underground -- willing victims begging for vampires' bite -- testify this. ]

[ He keeps going. If Setsuna's willing to give even an inch like this, then Karl can take it a whole mile. ]

[ And then some. ]

[beyourarmy]

[He hadn't known, until now, though. And now.... He's not really holding onto Karl at all anymore, sort of leaning against him, instead, eyes partly closed.]

I'm really gonna need cookies after this.

[worldofourown]

[ Cookies? Try a blood-transfusion. ]

[ The boy's released blood perfumes the air. Karl takes grateful snuffs, grinning. He can tell Setsuna's subdued already. There's no need to grip his jaw in one hand. To study his hazy eyes. But Karl does anyway, as if asserting ownership, feeding in long ravenous gulps. It's like being human again. ]

[ No. It's like being dead. ]

[ Fused to perfect warmth and pulse. ]

[beyourarmy]

Don't forget what happened last time, Karl. Pulse is all your fault, this time.

[If Karl wasn't holding his jaw, Setsuna's head would start to tilt, anyway.]

[worldofourown]

[ The pulse went away last time. He's confident it'll do the same again. The blood is worth it. He has no intention of stopping. ]

[ Once latched on -- once feeding -- how very hard it is to stop. ]

[beyourarmy]

[And Setsuna doesn't push him away this time when he knows it's gone too far. Or maybe this time he doesn't realize when it crosses the line.]

[It just feels so good, closing his eyes just for a moment.]

[But he's silent after that. Quiet, so very quiet and still.]

[worldofourown]

[ Can't stop. Doesn't want to stop. But Setauna feels disquietingly light. So silent. Suddenly he just can't feed. It isn't even a decision. He just lets go. Drops the boy. Steps back. Frowning. ]

...What the hell?

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna drops completely, but there's a light smile on his face, like he's at peace.]

[worldofourown]

[ Karl. Just. Stares. Reaching out, he nudges Setsuna with his foot. Not the tenderest of moves. But what else should he do? The boy isn't dead. He hears the faint patter of his pulse. Is he playing a prank? ]

...Wake up, Setsuna. This isn't cute.

[ ...has he passed out? Surely Karl didn't take that much. ]

[beyourarmy]

[No, not playing. He's completely passed out. Karl took blood after he had bled himself, after all.]

[And, yes, Karl, you did take that much. You're a bit of a blood-glutton.]

[worldofourown]

[ He exhales irritably. ]

Stupid boy.

[ The blood-scent will attract predators. He considers his options for a beat. Then bends to scoop the boy up. He can always stash him at Phantomhive until he awakens. ]

[beyourarmy]

[Stupid boy, stupid vampire. Though that's pretty considerate of you, Karl. A sign of foresight, too. Just wait until later when Setsuna's asking for the cookies, still.]

[worldofourown]

[ In his manic fits, he'd have drained the boy to a husk. Mauled his body to shreds. Played with the dismembered bits. But he's not manic. So: Yay. ]

[ Enjoy your damn cookies. ]

[ Karl will just pretend nothing ever happened. ]

[beyourarmy]

[It's not like Setsuna will mention it, either.]

[worldofourown]

[ Yes. Good. ]