(BSF)

[the_death_card]

Who: Dylan and Jack
What: Sharing of several types
Warning: Blood sharing - this AU involves vampires.


onebehind: *okay, then?*

the_death_card: *like the narration said, that'll work. :p*

onebehind: *that in mind, he's sitting in a his chair in the suite, because both are totally still a thing -- and he still gets his "vacation" -- stretched out and staring out the window idly*

the_death_card: *and he's coming downstairs in search of the hoodie he's fairly certain he left in the living room when he was down here earlier*

onebehind: *hears him coming long before he hits the stairs, smells him, but he waits a minute to look away from the window and over in his direction, partially because he doesn't want to make him uncomfortable -- he gets that staring at someone who more or less just found out your a vampire might be a little off-putting -- and partially because, well, he's used to pretending to be human. most of the time, that means acting as though he's not aware of people coming until they're practically right on top of him, and the act is still force of habit. but at any rate ... * Hey.

the_death_card: *he's been living with Merritt for a year anyway, who makes no secret of it and relishes in it. between the facts that Dylan's a vampire and that they've been working for him, the latter might be the one he's having a harder time getting his head around. still, though, he stops when he sees Dylan's there, offering him a slight smile* Hey.

onebehind: *offers him a little smile in return. a moment of hesitation follows -- he knows what he's looking for, can literally see it rattling around in his head if he tries hard enough, and yeah, he left it down here and he knows where it is, but he's not sure if he should come out and say that, regardless of whether or not Merritt would -- and then* How's it going? *yeah, he's going to go with not being all your hoodie's over there*

the_death_card: *detours from his search, anyway, to wander farther into the living room as he shrugs* Not bad. *a beat* You?

onebehind: *considers that briefly, then shrugs* Not bad, either. *he's a little hungry, but ... he can wait another day or two*

the_death_card: Cool. *and he'll just go ahead and wander in and take a spot on the couch. he can track down his hoodie later*

onebehind: *he hums* You enjoying the break?

the_death_card: *laughs a little* It's kinda different to not have anything to do.

onebehind: Yeah, that kinda sounds familiar. *flashes him a little, almost sheepish grin*

the_death_card: *and that gets another laugh* Yeah, I guess so.

onebehind: *studies him for a moment, his smile slipping slowly, and then* If it makes you feel any better, it probably won't last long. *between teaching him about actual magic, teaching him how to be a vampire, assuming he wants to be turned now, and whatever happens when the rest of them decide they need to be doing something ... *

the_death_card: It does, yeah. It's... stuff got so crazy that it's kinda nice, but... *he knows he'll get bored and antsy if he goes too long without something to do. saying that feels like complaining, though. nevermind he also knows Dylan can get in his head*

onebehind: But you'll all get bored without something to do before long, yeah. *and as true as that is, he also puts it that way so Jack doesn't have to feel bad about it or take the blame or whatever. it won't be just him*

the_death_card: *nods, making a face* Pretty much, yeah.

onebehind: *offers him a sympathetic look before lapsing into silence. and after a long moment and speaking of what was going through his head just a second or two ago ... * You get that most of us -- most of the Eye -- are like me and Merritt, right? *he's not sure how common knowledge that is, what with the fact that there are people that still deny vampires exist in the first place*

the_death_card: *another nod* Yeah. I kinda figured, from what the stuff you gave us at the beginning said, and Merritt's told us some stuff.

onebehind: *he nods and after another pause* You get that that's on the table, now that you're with us? Assuming you want it, anyway. *and yeah, he gets that if Jack knows most of them are vampires, he has to know that becoming one himself is an option, but ... it's really more him subtly asking him if that's something he'd be interested in than actually asking if he knows how this works now that he's in the club*

the_death_card: *and he pauses, this time. it's not that he doesn't want it, he just can't help but be slightly nervous about it. and it's probably not even for the reasons most people would think, though those are probably in there, too. the Horsemen are just the first people he's actually been able to let himself get that close to, and taking it a step farther is kind of freaking him out. he's also trying to keep that off his face, but it's obviously not going to do him any good, and finally, he realizes he needs to actually say something. and so, quickly...* Yeah, no, I know. And I do.

onebehind: *he's a little nervous about it, himself, if he's being perfectly honest. he's never sired anyone before, but it's less about being afraid he'll screw it up and accidentally kill one of them -- he just knows he'll be able to tell when they have enough of their blood in them -- and more about remembering how it felt for him when Lionel was feeding him his blood. the sense of connection was intense. he could feel him, how he felt, what he was thinking, just drinking from him, and it only intensified after he died, after he woke up. and while he wants the Horsemen to get to know him, to become like him, to be the one to turn them, after however long of being closed off and pretending to be someone else, the idea that someone else might know him so entirely is a little staggering. he doesn't say that, though, he just ... takes a moment, followed by a deep breath, and then forces himself to bite the bullet* I could kind of ... give you a test drive. Instead of flat out ... *turning him right away. it might be good for both of them. they'd both get a little taste of that connection and Jack would get to see a watered down version of the basics*

the_death_card: *looks slightly relieved that Dylan isn't upset by the fact that he's nervous - and by Dylan's suggestion, and he nods, smiling crookedly* That'd... probably be good, yeah.

onebehind: Whenever you feel like you wanna try it. *now would probably be best for the both of them and their nerves, but he also very literally has all the time in the world, so ... *

the_death_card: *shrugs* Whenever? I'm just hanging out. *like he said. and he figures it's as much up to Dylan as it is him*

onebehind: *makes a small, amused noise* Yeah, that's helpful. *a beat. okay, fine* Now good for you?

the_death_card: *grins a little, again, in answer to that noise. and then...* Sure.

onebehind: *wets his lips with his tongue, letting out a slow breath, and gestures him closer. he really doesn't want to bleed all over the couch or whatever, thanks. blood stains are hard to get out*

the_death_card: *despite the fact that he is still nervous even about this part of it, he immediately slides down the couch to the other end and scoots forward a little*

onebehind: *he is, too -- so much so that he takes another moment to himself even after he's moved, watching him, trying to deal with at least a little of it so it doesn't translate quite so obviously through the blood. he realizes after a second that it's not really working for him and that, if anything, he's probably just making Jack more nervous, and so he gives up on it. looks away, his eyes already going dark even as he does so, and brings his wrist up to his mouth. bites down with a low, vaguely pained noise -- like stretching after you've spent the last few hours hunched over -- and then holds his bloodied wrist out to Jack, licking at his lips again, albeit this time to get the blood off of them*

the_death_card: *scoots forward a little more, taking a quick, steadying breath. he's still nervous, but, like Dylan, he doesn't want to draw this out and make a mess. he doesn't show a reaction to the difference in their body temperature as he reaches out to rest a hand on Dylan's forearm, to steady himself, just leans forward and presses his mouth to the wound*

onebehind: *the first thing that hits him is probably Dylan's own nervousness, faint at first, then gaining strength as he gets more of his blood into him, then ebbing again, replaced slowly by pleasure and embarrassment both. it's been awhile since someone drank his blood and he forgot how good it feels ... but he also realizes how disturbing it probably is for Jack to know that, to feel it through him, all things considered. not that he can really help it. at least if Merritt's fed on him -- and he's assuming he has at least once -- then Jack can probably understand it. and that's enough to kill a little of the embarrassment. not all of it but enough*