[ Truth is Eli doesn't really know how to hold back. He's only keeping his distance through sheer strength of will—let it be said that Kamskis are stubborn as hell. But Eli's throat burns and his skin is ice cold and Ezra is just so warm, staying away isn't going to work much longer.
For the first time in decades, Elijah Kamski doesn't know what to do. His jaw aches, sharp fangs catching on his lips as they extend. He can't lose himself, but he's untethered and lost and Ezra is right there, and Elijah finds himself stepping forward. He can only do so much. ]
Forgive me.
[ ...are the last words he manages before he loses the last of his control and leaps toward Gavin, latching on to him by the shoulders and sinking his fangs into his brother's neck. It's all a great deal more violent than it needs to be, but some instinctive part of him recognizes werewolves as dangerous, so maybe that's why. ]
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[ Truth is Eli doesn't really know how to hold back. He's only keeping his distance through sheer strength of will—let it be said that Kamskis are stubborn as hell. But Eli's throat burns and his skin is ice cold and Ezra is just so warm, staying away isn't going to work much longer.
For the first time in decades, Elijah Kamski doesn't know what to do. His jaw aches, sharp fangs catching on his lips as they extend. He can't lose himself, but he's untethered and lost and Ezra is right there, and Elijah finds himself stepping forward. He can only do so much. ]
Forgive me.
[ ...are the last words he manages before he loses the last of his control and leaps toward Gavin, latching on to him by the shoulders and sinking his fangs into his brother's neck. It's all a great deal more violent than it needs to be, but some instinctive part of him recognizes werewolves as dangerous, so maybe that's why. ]