[ Oh he likes this... yes, good. Lean into it, brother. Dig your fingers into your wounds and see what power you have. It's the only way to know what you're capable of. Maybe the full moons for werewolves aren't always a bad thing.
Ezra's back pops and rolls as his muscles re-calibrate for a fight, his claws growing as he gets even fuzzier. ]
Maybe I wanted you to listen to me, not take care of me! Have you ever thought of that? [ His own voice is rough now, a crackling rumble underneath his words. ]
Stop being scared of yourself and give me something to respect then. [ And then he rushes towards him with a rib rattling growl. ]
I'm not the one who's scared, you just never listen!
[ Elijah hisses loud in response, letting himself give in and let go of his control. His clawed fingers grow long, limbs turning gaunt as his skin gives off a faint mist. Yeah, this is him losing control. There's no flush to his skin, no life to his glowing red eyes. Only anger. Only instinct. And that instinct tells him to fight back.
Without another word he lunges back at Ezra, all claws and hisses and baring his fangs, his movements and sound more befitting of something undead. ]
[ Yes, good. If there's one thing he's learned, you feel your humanity more when you finally embrace the dark part of you.
He jumps on him, trying to dig his claws into his pale flesh. He smells like the dead now and it spurns his animal instincts on. Make him defend himself. Let him see just how much he can take, what defenses he has. ]
Not scared, huh?! [ He roars. He's not an alpha, but he has some sway being his mate. ] Then prove to me you're strong enough to be in our pack.
[ He isn't scared. He won't be. Some instinctual part of him tells him he's stronger. Maybe that part is wrong, maybe it's underestimating Ezra, but vampires are nothing if not arrogant bastards by design.
Ezra lands the hit and manages to draw blood, more black and sludge-like than the vibrant red of something living. Elijah may not be entirely aware of himself, but he can smell the danger and the strength coming from him—this is a werewolf. His alpha's mate wouldn't be weak. He's a predator. But Elijah is a predator too.
Rather than shove him off, Elijah simply dissipates from underneath Ezra's grasp, reappearing behind him to try and slash at his back. He's definitely going to fight dirty, sorry. ]
[ The smell of his 'blood' makes his nose curl. Ugh, not appealing at all. That's probably mostly the point, huh? But despite all of this, he's still his twin. No amount of vampire or werewolf instincts is ever going to override that to him.
When Eli turns to smoke and goes behind him, he actually laughs a little as he slashes at his shirt. Ezra stumbles forward, feeling the wounds starting to knit back together. A little slower than if they'd been human hands, but it's nothing life threatening. ]
There we go.
[ He whirls around and pounces on him again, aiming to sink his teeth into him this time. A show of dominance, demanding submission. Ezra doesn't bite much, he doesn't really have the innate instinct for it like Hank, but in this situation...
Come on, fight him off Elijah. Tap into yourself more and more. ]
[ Much as he's gone, Elijah remembers the taste of Gavin's blood. He can smell it in the air, even as the wound heals. Elijah blocks Ezra's attack with his arm, keeping his teeth far away from anything vulnerable. It still hurts though, he hisses in response and tries to shove him back. He won't submit to Ezra, no way. He's the younger brother. He doesn't get to make Elijah do anything. He hasn't forgotten -- he's had Ezra's blood. Ezra is prey. ]
I don't have to prove anything to you.
[ Elijah licks the blood off his clawed hands, eyes bright and grin wide at the taste. Even the fading smell of blood sharpens his senses, every one of them is honed in on Ezra now. He's a predator, lost to the need now that he's tasted even a fraction of what he's wanted to badly. He rushes Ezra this time, looking to climb and bite and break more skin so he can have more of his delicious blood. ]
[ Ezra's got a few months on him in this department so he has better control. He can still be aware as he lets his instincts take control for a bit. Yes, good. Learn what your hunger really feels like, Eli.
He licks the dead blood off his sharp teeth. It tastes awful but it's just proof of a fight. ]
You want my blood you gotta earn it. [ A very Werewolf Pack thing, for sure. Stake (hah) your claims and earn your prize, especially if you're lower on the metaphorical hierarchy.
Ezra's back and shoulders pop as he grows more feral, leaping at Eli again with a howl. He's still trying to bite him, to assert his place as Alpha's Mate. ]
[ Elijah growls louder at the challenge, misting out of the way before he appears above Ezra, this time in a move to claw at his face. It doesn't look like him -- neither of them do. But they're similar like that, too.
Elijah may be a little too lost to know he has to work for it and earn his place in his pack, but he knows he wants to bite and hurt Ezra and that's enough for now. ]
[ Having seen it once, he's prepared for it the second time. His eyes track him as he appears above him. He reaches out and grabs him by the wrists, yanking him down to sink his teeth right into his shoulder.
It's a sickening sound with a few... pops, but it gets the job done. He growls, chest rumbling deep. It's very much a know your place action. Quite the reverse to a week ago when Eli bit him. ]
[ Elijah shrieks, the shrill sound loud and inhuman and very likely meant to hurt monsters with exactly the kind of auditory range that Ezra has. Vampires may not follow the same hierarchical setup as werewolves, but Elijah is only sane because of his pack. His instincts get it, even if it hurts like hell.
The sound dies down to a hiss which winds down to a growl, with Elijah melting down into the bite and yielding. Vampires don't whimper but it's a close thing. He may not have a sire but he has superiors. He'll remember that. ]
[ Wow, that's a sound. Ezra hisses himself, spewing some foul blood through his teeth as he does so. Once the sound dies down he extracts his teeth with a very unpleasant, sucking sound.
He's still holding Eli but he spits some black blood out, popping his jaw back in proper place. ]
Holy shit, you're loud. [ Then he just sort of... cradles him. Still fuzzy and toothy, but the roughness has passed. ]
[ There's a reason werewolves hate vampires and vice versa, y'know. Regardless, Eli slumps against his brother, his claws retracting along with his fingers and limbs going back to what they should be. His face still isn't quite right and his eyes are dark red, nearly black, but he's less blank than he used to look. There's recognition in his voice when he speaks. ]
You bit me. That's not supposed to be how it works.
[ He's pouting!! Of course he is. Even as he leans into Ezra, he just always finds it in him to complain. ]
[ The fur on Ezra's face starts to recede. He's still glowy eyed and pointy, but looking a little more human as the seconds pass. He chuckles at his grousing, running some still clawed fingers through his hair. ]
I didn't get these chompers for nothing, y'know. Had to calm you down somehow.
[ He's quiet for a beat. Eli's heart is beating slow again. ]
[ He knows what it feels like now. He's too tired to move out of Ezra's hold and honestly he doesn't want to, but it was... thrilling in its own way. To feel powerful. Maybe he's not as scared. He does feel a little better.
He nods. ]
I suppose so.
[ Ezra might not be his alpha, but he is his alpha's mate. They smell alike and carry the same blood. Having him close really does calm him down. Well, and he was also probably getting hungry and that didn't help either. His soul missed its twin. ]
Yeah, that was what I was trying to get you to do. [ He just holds him, his eyes going back to their normal hue. ] That's what happens when you hide from it, it's so much easier to snap.
[ He ruffles his hair. ] But now you've leaned into it and it won't be as scary. Now you now how it feels, what to expect.
[ His own soul seems to hum happily as well. It's nice to be complete, with Eli at his side. Figuring stuff out together, like they used to. ]
I didn't mean what I said. About your nose and... the rest.
[ Hey, at least he remembers that. He'd started losing it then, his logical brain shutting down as his instincts and rage took over. It's not exactly an apology, but it's something. And he is hungry, he realizes. It's just weird. Maybe it took him longer to realize because it's a different kind of hunger. The pull to drink blood happens in his skin, like an itch and a headache rather than just a grumble in his stomach. Of course, Eli's always had trouble keeping to meals when he's distracted, so it's no huge surprise. ]
Are you sure? [ I mean, shit, Eli's the one with a bleeding neck wound but he still feels kinda bad. He reaches up to hold Ezra though, wrapping his arms around his middle to lean on him. His fangs still haven't retracted, he feels weak and tired and a little bit guilty. Sure, Ezra was trying to get a rise out of him, but he could have been a little more mature and not fallen for it. ] You keep having to take care of me.
I know you didn't. I'm not mad. This shit makes you say and do stupid shit. I said some awful shit to Hank my first full moon.
[ He just holds him while Eli settles and mulls things over. He can almost smell how hungry he is and it's a different hunger than the kind that makes his stomach gurgle all the time. If Eli doesn't he'll just... stop. No wonder vampire crypts are things, he guesses. ]
When have I ever offered to do something I don't want to do, Eli? C'mon, you're all clammy and shit. You'll feel better. [ He leans their foreheads together. ] Let me. I have a lot of time to make up for.
[ Yep, how would you like to see your brother go into undead hibernation because that's what would happen if he just didn't eat, ever. He feels pretty cold and Ezra is so warm and alive. Once again, he can hear his heartbeat and see the blood under his veins, pulsing with life and heat. ]
Very well.
[ Elijah smiles softly as he pulls away from Ezra's face. He's calm now—it's different. Where last time he'd been desperate, this time he's in control. It's almost ironic considering everything, but Ezra was right. Eli leans down and sinks his fangs into his brother's neck, tasting blood and heat and life and humming softly as the sensation becomes familiar. It always feels right to be back together again. This is just an extension of that. ]
[ Yeah, he definitely doesn't want that. Probably even more traumatizing than feeling him get turned. No creepy vampire coffin sleeps for you, Eli.
Ezra smiles back when he does, glad things have settled. He'll always be here to take Eli's blinders down, even if it requires... teeth. On both ends. He shifts and tugs his collar down a little (even though this shirt is already ripped to shreds) and tilts his neck for him.
He hisses when the teeth sink in and he flutters his eyes. It still hurts for only a second. This time he almost... coos? It doesn't feel that bad. Maybe it gets easier the more you do it? Huh. Maybe that's why vampires seem to have dedicated... blood partners. ]
This still feels so weird. [ He manages to breath it out, sighing. ]
[ It's probably a good thing that it gets easier. Eli doesn't want to hurt his brother—even when he lost control, he'd never gone for the kill. For all his manipulations and scheming, Eli's never been too fond of getting his hands dirty. He can feel his body start to mend as the blood courses through him, his strength returning to him slowly. ]
It's not exactly fun for me, either.
[ Yep, that psychic connection is back and it's as strong as ever. It's probably a vampire thing—it makes sense. If you're not enthralling your victims, you'd want to keep in touch with them. Ezra's blood really does taste good, but he won't drink more than he needs this time.
After a while, Elijah releases his brother's neck and sighs. It's definitely different from how it'd felt the first time. He wipes his lips, but stays close. It's nice like this. It's just... nice, being with Ezra like this. ]
[ Oh hey, brother's voice in his brain. Nice of you to join us again.
Ezra's always been the one willing to get his hands dirty, but he'd never want to genuinely hurt Eli. Maybe that's why he'd felt so betrayed by that punch that seemed like a lifetime ago now. How things change and how they stay the same.
He can sense and smell that vitality is returning to Eli as he drinks from him. It starts to feel like a gentle hum in the back of his mind as he feeds on him. Maybe he starts to actually hum? It's hard to say.
When Eli's finished he sighs again and just lays there, waiting for his body to catch up and start healing. He cradles Eli closes, enjoying the warmth and the connection. It's nice when his blood is running through his twin's heart. ]
[ It hadn't been like him, but then Elijah hadn't really been himself much after Amanda died. Even if they never shared the connection he shares with Ezra, or even Hank, Eli had been devoted to Amanda like nothing else. She'd inspired him, held him a higher standard. She was the first person (besides Ezra, of course,) to not be in awe of his intellect. She expected more. Always more. She had been his everything.
But Elijah has more than just Amanda in his life now. He has Chloe and Ezra and Hank and even Connor. A pack. Well, and now that Ezra bit him it's probably even more official. Their connection feels that much deeper. He can feel that same, bone-deep warmth that comes from having his twin's blood inside him. It's a shame he's trying to come up with an alternative, because tasting Ezra's blood again just reminds him of how good it feels to be together like this. Elijah leans into Ezra's arms smiles. See, everything is better now. ]
You can, if you like. I'm sure Hank will find you here eventually.
[ And he'll find them each sporting nice new scars on their necks to boot, that'll be fun. ]
[ Being alone fucking sucked, he really knows that now. Now he has his husband and his twin back in his life. Everything's wonderful.
Well, wonderful is relative. And definitely involves two big dumb Kamski twins with gaping bite wounds on their necks for the time being. They're gonna take a bit to heal, so might as well be comfy. Ezra chuckles groggily at that. ]
He will. I'm sure he's already figured out most of what happened.
[ He can definitely already hear the 'Goddammit Gavin' building, don't need their bond to know that. ]
[ Elijah smiles, lifting Ezra by the middle. He can carry them both to the bed now. It's that awesome blood of yours, bro. They'll both heal up fine... well, except werewolf bites have a tendency to leave a mark, but it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. His brother already has one, what's another mark to match? ]
Just how much can Hank sense from you, exactly?
[ Yep, time for them both to cuddle in bed now that they're here. It's surprisingly comfy for a carbon-fiber coated mattress. Elijah's panic basement doesn't play around. ]
I'm almost disappointed that this whole thing didn't warrant our alpha's attention.
[ Oh hey, full service. He never liked being carted around when they were boys but he's fine with it this time, just curling into Eli as they head to the bed. Yes, it's a very nice bed. Even better with the cuddles. ]
Just base emotion and instincts stuff usually... but it's more precise if I touch my mark.
[ He kind of likes the thought of Eli having a matching scar. Ezra burrows into his big brother's chest, listening to his own blood rush through his body. He purrs a little then chuckles. ]
He's busy but I'm sure it has. He just knows I'd never hurt you.
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Ezra's back pops and rolls as his muscles re-calibrate for a fight, his claws growing as he gets even fuzzier. ]
Maybe I wanted you to listen to me, not take care of me! Have you ever thought of that? [ His own voice is rough now, a crackling rumble underneath his words. ]
Stop being scared of yourself and give me something to respect then. [ And then he rushes towards him with a rib rattling growl. ]
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[ Elijah hisses loud in response, letting himself give in and let go of his control. His clawed fingers grow long, limbs turning gaunt as his skin gives off a faint mist. Yeah, this is him losing control. There's no flush to his skin, no life to his glowing red eyes. Only anger. Only instinct. And that instinct tells him to fight back.
Without another word he lunges back at Ezra, all claws and hisses and baring his fangs, his movements and sound more befitting of something undead. ]
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He jumps on him, trying to dig his claws into his pale flesh. He smells like the dead now and it spurns his animal instincts on. Make him defend himself. Let him see just how much he can take, what defenses he has. ]
Not scared, huh?! [ He roars. He's not an alpha, but he has some sway being his mate. ] Then prove to me you're strong enough to be in our pack.
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Ezra lands the hit and manages to draw blood, more black and sludge-like than the vibrant red of something living. Elijah may not be entirely aware of himself, but he can smell the danger and the strength coming from him—this is a werewolf. His alpha's mate wouldn't be weak. He's a predator. But Elijah is a predator too.
Rather than shove him off, Elijah simply dissipates from underneath Ezra's grasp, reappearing behind him to try and slash at his back. He's definitely going to fight dirty, sorry. ]
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When Eli turns to smoke and goes behind him, he actually laughs a little as he slashes at his shirt. Ezra stumbles forward, feeling the wounds starting to knit back together. A little slower than if they'd been human hands, but it's nothing life threatening. ]
There we go.
[ He whirls around and pounces on him again, aiming to sink his teeth into him this time. A show of dominance, demanding submission. Ezra doesn't bite much, he doesn't really have the innate instinct for it like Hank, but in this situation...
Come on, fight him off Elijah. Tap into yourself more and more. ]
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I don't have to prove anything to you.
[ Elijah licks the blood off his clawed hands, eyes bright and grin wide at the taste. Even the fading smell of blood sharpens his senses, every one of them is honed in on Ezra now. He's a predator, lost to the need now that he's tasted even a fraction of what he's wanted to badly. He rushes Ezra this time, looking to climb and bite and break more skin so he can have more of his delicious blood. ]
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He licks the dead blood off his sharp teeth. It tastes awful but it's just proof of a fight. ]
You want my blood you gotta earn it. [ A very Werewolf Pack thing, for sure. Stake (hah) your claims and earn your prize, especially if you're lower on the metaphorical hierarchy.
Ezra's back and shoulders pop as he grows more feral, leaping at Eli again with a howl. He's still trying to bite him, to assert his place as Alpha's Mate. ]
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Elijah may be a little too lost to know he has to work for it and earn his place in his pack, but he knows he wants to bite and hurt Ezra and that's enough for now. ]
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It's a sickening sound with a few... pops, but it gets the job done. He growls, chest rumbling deep. It's very much a know your place action. Quite the reverse to a week ago when Eli bit him. ]
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The sound dies down to a hiss which winds down to a growl, with Elijah melting down into the bite and yielding. Vampires don't whimper but it's a close thing. He may not have a sire but he has superiors. He'll remember that. ]
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He's still holding Eli but he spits some black blood out, popping his jaw back in proper place. ]
Holy shit, you're loud. [ Then he just sort of... cradles him. Still fuzzy and toothy, but the roughness has passed. ]
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You bit me. That's not supposed to be how it works.
[ He's pouting!! Of course he is. Even as he leans into Ezra, he just always finds it in him to complain. ]
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I didn't get these chompers for nothing, y'know. Had to calm you down somehow.
[ He's quiet for a beat. Eli's heart is beating slow again. ]
Feeling any better?
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[ He knows what it feels like now. He's too tired to move out of Ezra's hold and honestly he doesn't want to, but it was... thrilling in its own way. To feel powerful. Maybe he's not as scared. He does feel a little better.
He nods. ]
I suppose so.
[ Ezra might not be his alpha, but he is his alpha's mate. They smell alike and carry the same blood. Having him close really does calm him down. Well, and he was also probably getting hungry and that didn't help either. His soul missed its twin. ]
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[ He ruffles his hair. ] But now you've leaned into it and it won't be as scary. Now you now how it feels, what to expect.
[ His own soul seems to hum happily as well. It's nice to be complete, with Eli at his side. Figuring stuff out together, like they used to. ]
You can feed on me if you need it.
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[ Hey, at least he remembers that. He'd started losing it then, his logical brain shutting down as his instincts and rage took over. It's not exactly an apology, but it's something. And he is hungry, he realizes. It's just weird. Maybe it took him longer to realize because it's a different kind of hunger. The pull to drink blood happens in his skin, like an itch and a headache rather than just a grumble in his stomach. Of course, Eli's always had trouble keeping to meals when he's distracted, so it's no huge surprise. ]
Are you sure? [ I mean, shit, Eli's the one with a bleeding neck wound but he still feels kinda bad. He reaches up to hold Ezra though, wrapping his arms around his middle to lean on him. His fangs still haven't retracted, he feels weak and tired and a little bit guilty. Sure, Ezra was trying to get a rise out of him, but he could have been a little more mature and not fallen for it. ] You keep having to take care of me.
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[ He just holds him while Eli settles and mulls things over. He can almost smell how hungry he is and it's a different hunger than the kind that makes his stomach gurgle all the time. If Eli doesn't he'll just... stop. No wonder vampire crypts are things, he guesses. ]
When have I ever offered to do something I don't want to do, Eli? C'mon, you're all clammy and shit. You'll feel better. [ He leans their foreheads together. ] Let me. I have a lot of time to make up for.
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Very well.
[ Elijah smiles softly as he pulls away from Ezra's face. He's calm now—it's different. Where last time he'd been desperate, this time he's in control. It's almost ironic considering everything, but Ezra was right. Eli leans down and sinks his fangs into his brother's neck, tasting blood and heat and life and humming softly as the sensation becomes familiar. It always feels right to be back together again. This is just an extension of that. ]
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Ezra smiles back when he does, glad things have settled. He'll always be here to take Eli's blinders down, even if it requires... teeth. On both ends. He shifts and tugs his collar down a little (even though this shirt is already ripped to shreds) and tilts his neck for him.
He hisses when the teeth sink in and he flutters his eyes. It still hurts for only a second. This time he almost... coos? It doesn't feel that bad. Maybe it gets easier the more you do it? Huh. Maybe that's why vampires seem to have dedicated... blood partners. ]
This still feels so weird. [ He manages to breath it out, sighing. ]
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It's not exactly fun for me, either.
[ Yep, that psychic connection is back and it's as strong as ever. It's probably a vampire thing—it makes sense. If you're not enthralling your victims, you'd want to keep in touch with them. Ezra's blood really does taste good, but he won't drink more than he needs this time.
After a while, Elijah releases his brother's neck and sighs. It's definitely different from how it'd felt the first time. He wipes his lips, but stays close. It's nice like this. It's just... nice, being with Ezra like this. ]
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Ezra's always been the one willing to get his hands dirty, but he'd never want to genuinely hurt Eli. Maybe that's why he'd felt so betrayed by that punch that seemed like a lifetime ago now. How things change and how they stay the same.
He can sense and smell that vitality is returning to Eli as he drinks from him. It starts to feel like a gentle hum in the back of his mind as he feeds on him. Maybe he starts to actually hum? It's hard to say.
When Eli's finished he sighs again and just lays there, waiting for his body to catch up and start healing. He cradles Eli closes, enjoying the warmth and the connection. It's nice when his blood is running through his twin's heart. ]
Tempted to take a nap now...
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But Elijah has more than just Amanda in his life now. He has Chloe and Ezra and Hank and even Connor. A pack. Well, and now that Ezra bit him it's probably even more official. Their connection feels that much deeper. He can feel that same, bone-deep warmth that comes from having his twin's blood inside him. It's a shame he's trying to come up with an alternative, because tasting Ezra's blood again just reminds him of how good it feels to be together like this. Elijah leans into Ezra's arms smiles. See, everything is better now. ]
You can, if you like. I'm sure Hank will find you here eventually.
[ And he'll find them each sporting nice new scars on their necks to boot, that'll be fun. ]
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Well, wonderful is relative. And definitely involves two big dumb Kamski twins with gaping bite wounds on their necks for the time being. They're gonna take a bit to heal, so might as well be comfy. Ezra chuckles groggily at that. ]
He will. I'm sure he's already figured out most of what happened.
[ He can definitely already hear the 'Goddammit Gavin' building, don't need their bond to know that. ]
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Just how much can Hank sense from you, exactly?
[ Yep, time for them both to cuddle in bed now that they're here. It's surprisingly comfy for a carbon-fiber coated mattress. Elijah's panic basement doesn't play around. ]
I'm almost disappointed that this whole thing didn't warrant our alpha's attention.
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Just base emotion and instincts stuff usually... but it's more precise if I touch my mark.
[ He kind of likes the thought of Eli having a matching scar. Ezra burrows into his big brother's chest, listening to his own blood rush through his body. He purrs a little then chuckles. ]
He's busy but I'm sure it has. He just knows I'd never hurt you.
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