[ Poking a vampires mouth is actually a pretty good way to get their attention. The fangs come down, the thirst and hunger burns in his throat enough to get him out of the zombie-like state he'd been in. Elijah isn't thinking when he finally comes to—or at least his body does. His eyes slam open, senses suddenly too loud and active to give his brain time to catch up.
He hisses in response to the touch, jumping off the bed to put space between them and take in his surroundings. It smells like wet dog all around him. Wet dog and blood and meat and alive. He'd probably have lashed out if he hadn't recognized his brother—it's not quite the same scent, but it's hard to be on edge when he knows that Ezra is just an extension of himself.
Though, yeah, Ezra smells like a wet dog, and Elijah is very hungry, so he stays back, looking around him for some kind of escape. He's probably not gonna be coherent until he's eaten. ]
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He hisses in response to the touch, jumping off the bed to put space between them and take in his surroundings. It smells like wet dog all around him. Wet dog and blood and meat and alive. He'd probably have lashed out if he hadn't recognized his brother—it's not quite the same scent, but it's hard to be on edge when he knows that Ezra is just an extension of himself.
Though, yeah, Ezra smells like a wet dog, and Elijah is very hungry, so he stays back, looking around him for some kind of escape. He's probably not gonna be coherent until he's eaten. ]