Damon watched as Ric tried to decide and, really, he knew he couldn't leave
a bite mark on his neck--not even if everyone knew about them. He couldn't
run around town with that showing without far too many people asking too
many questions. The urge that didn't care was solely and utterly a primal
one still in response to Rebekah's bite on Ric's wrist. Everyone had seen
that one. The primitive part of Damon's brain thought they should see his,
so they knew not to touch ever again.
But he took a breath and pushed that down and reminded himself that this
was for them, and that was what mattered. And, really? It was.
"Hip will hurt less tomorrow," he murmured a bit. "And I don't want to take
too much." So not really feeding, just tasting.
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Date: 2013-06-10 04:44 am (UTC)Damon watched as Ric tried to decide and, really, he knew he couldn't leave a bite mark on his neck--not even if everyone knew about them. He couldn't run around town with that showing without far too many people asking too many questions. The urge that didn't care was solely and utterly a primal one still in response to Rebekah's bite on Ric's wrist. Everyone had seen that one. The primitive part of Damon's brain thought they should see his, so they knew not to touch ever again.
But he took a breath and pushed that down and reminded himself that this was for them, and that was what mattered. And, really? It was.
"Hip will hurt less tomorrow," he murmured a bit. "And I don't want to take too much." So not really feeding, just tasting.