he pulled away, staring over his lifeless body, shaking
Dee raised his own wrist to his mouth and bit down, feeling a small spark of pain as his incisors drew blood. He held his wrist to Virgil's mouth-he needed to drink.
“c cmon…p please”
"N-No....no...."
He shook his head weakly. A drop of Dee's blood hit his tongue and his eyes shot open, pupils dilated.
dees eyes were closed, whispering
“draga mea, te rog nu ma lasa...”
(Romania)
Another drop slipped into Virgil's mouth and a low groan bubbled up from his chest. He lapped at the wounds on Dee's wrist.
“there you go…theeeere you go”
"Mn..."
He gripped Dee's hand with both hands and suckled, drinking the new life. After several minutes he fell back, panting, pale, and very much not dead.
"i im sorry...i ive cursed you..."
"Mmn..." He blinked up at him, a dazed smile on his blood-painted lips
