Event Six.

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If you see this hairy creature Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun.

he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting. But as the howl of wolves fills the air, it's anything but. There are werewolves on the prowl, and their target is very clear -- the Town won't be able to last without your help. Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[passio]

[ dextera’s heartrate kicks up, but because he’s the way that he is, he doesn’t fight it. he knows that crowley isn’t just a vampire right now, he’s a werewolf as well and that’s far more dangerous with the way the disease spreads, and yet… dextera yields.

he always yields, no matter how much he’s warned to try to stick up for himself. ]

…

[ is it going to work in his favor that he’s not running away? who knows! he’s stupid! he does place his hands on crowley’s chest, though—not pushing him off, just holding his hands there. waiting for something. ]

NOOOOOOOOOOO DEX

[eusford]

[ It's better this way, at least for Crowley -- working against Dex in every way as he finally takes the opportunity to push the other man onto the ground. Kneeling down on top of him as a hand manages to worm its way to his throat, pinning him down.

He made a baaaaaaaaad mistake. ]

Don't struggle, it'll hurt a hell of a lot more if you do.

[passio]

[ dextera already knows he’s physically weaker than crowley. that was never a question—but he’s also got the power of god and anime on his side, which means that he could kill crowley in a pinch if he had to.

but he doesn’t want to. he doesn’t like to kill, to get violent, even if he put himself in this situation by doing just that with an animal. ]

Hh—

[ he’s scared. no matter how calm he acts, he can’t hide that, and his fingers tighten into the fabric at crowley’s chest as he tries to turn his head away.

crowley might notice an unnatural heat, like the sting of a wasp, where dextera’s hands are resting, however. ]

[eusford]

[ That fear only adds to Crowley's hunger even more. As if teasing him, tempting him to sink his teeth into Dextera's neck without any second thoughts -- but there's something more primal to each and every one of his thoughts. Wanting to watch as the fear surfaces, unraveling into a monster that's far too similar to when he had first became a vampire and nearly starved himself.

He does notice the heat against his chest, but does he care?

Of course not. ]

Good boy. Stay just like that for a little while longer.

[ However, there still remains a more coherent part of him despite everything. Perhaps the memory of being a vampire is what saves him from outright tearing into the man as if he were startled rabbit, twitching with a desire for blood more so than flesh. But that would require biting him. If he bit him -- ]

Damn it, why are you like this? [ There's strain to his voice, as there is evidence of him having to physically and mentally reel himself back tracing across the features of his face. ] Act like that and anyone without a sense of control will wanna bite right into you, then who's gonna help us?

[passio]

[ holy shit ]

Ah—

[ dextera’s breath rushes out so quickly he actually makes a sound, and the heat against crowley’s chest is snuffed out before he has to go any further than that. he knows better than to let his guard down completely, but he can see that crowley has at least somewhat reined himself in—for now.

for now, he reminds himself, and he has to remember that it’s probably not permanent for as long as he’s scared and vulnerable and prone underneath crowley’s weight.

he was going to help crowley, though, before it got to this point. his body is trembling with adrenaline, his pupils blown wide, and why are you like this is a valid question when “like this” looks a whole lot like his fear is mixed up with attraction, too. he yields to strength. he always has. ]

I’ll help.

[ he doesn’t have much room to sign, but he tries, and maybe crowley can read lips anyway. ]

Don’t bite.

[eusford]

[ If he were unfamiliar with the sensation that hits his chest, perhaps he'd be in a similar situation as Dextera. Trembling, shaking in fear and confusion, but ultimately Crowley has gone through too many nights of being deprived from blood that his reaction is relatively passive in comparison to someone new to the supernatural game -- and, fortunately, that's a good thing.

Still, his fingers seem to twitch as his hand finally leaves the curve of his neck.

The adrenaline rush on the other's end doesn't help. Crowley's desperate it, he wants to eat and tear and kill.

The same hand that was at Dextera's throat is now being lifted up to his own mouth, biting down into the soft pad of muscle and skin connecting to his thumb. Frustrated, he at least falls back enough so that their faces are no longer mere inches apart, but the look in his eyes shows that he needs some kind of response now. ]

[passio]

[ if crowley is forcing himself to bite his hand to keep calm, then dextera doesn’t need much more consent than that to go ahead and blast him with purity. he would be especially worried about doing this to a vampire if he weren’t sure that he can clear away the werewolf symptoms alone—if nothing else, he can offer a night of reprieve. ]

…

[ he takes a deep, shaking breath and gets himself back up—enough that he’s just crouching in front of crowley, and he places a hand where crowley’s heart should be.

that stinging heat returns, but this time, he forces it into crowley. like a medical treatment, it bites away at those lupine sensibilities without remorse, and he can’t make crowley stop being hungry, but a healthy dose of purification can at least shock his system into less of a desire to sink those fangs into a willing—or not—piece of living meat. ]

i don't have icons for this

[eusford]

[ What comes is a little more than just unexpected. What Crowley predicted was an open, cut palm and blood that he could possibly lap at until he's full, but instead he's greeted by Dextera's hand to his chest and a heat radiating off of his palm. An unusual phenomenon that only continues to head in odd directions -- taking twists and turns similar to the sensation he feels in his chest.

A gasp manages to worm its way out from gritted teeth, clenching his jaw all while the sensations of hunger begins to subside. It's slow, at first, but gradually he can feel every inch of him relax. Breathing only going heavy when his world centers and he can feel himself regain control. ]

i’m sorry dextera is this way

[passio]

[ dextera thinks… he’s safe. or at least as safe as he’s going to get in close quarters with crowley, who is surely immensely powerful but simultaneously too casual to do anything about it. it’s a blessing, but it does mean that dextera needs to be careful all the more at moments like these. ]

…

[ it’s stupid, then, that he moves his hand to touch crowley’s face—but it feels like the right thing to do, not for crowley, but any time he purifies someone like this. it’s what he would want, after that pain.

he craves the contact, more than anyone else. ]

[eusford]

[ The physical contact isn't... bad per se, but definitely isn't expected. However he neither flinches or sucks in a breath of surprise when he recognizes fingers that weren't his own on his face. Wanting to keep his mind blank -- better than having it filled with hunger -- there's hardly much of a response from him at all, initially, only silent breathing and half-lidded eyes.

He tilts his head into Dextera's palm, calmly, as if showing his appreciation before?????? kissing his wrist I guess. ]

Thanks.

[ yeah ]

[passio]

[ …oh. dextera didn’t exactly expect that, but he watches crowley’s lips move to his wrist, over his pulse, expecting him to bite. when he doesn’t, dextera relaxes. ]

…

[ he nods. anytime, he thinks, but he hopes this isn’t a situation they find themselves in again. every curse must have a cure, and even if the vampirism doesn’t go away, at least the lycanthropy should. ]

Better?