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[Abduxel gets goosebumps and his hairs stand on end as Toby's lips meet the skin of his neck. Considerately, he tilts his head to extend his neck for the vampire. He grips Toby's shirt in anticipation as those teeth scrape, then verbalizes a slight wince, a little ah! as he bites, twisting his hands a little harder in Toby's clothes.]

[The twisting, constricting pull on his clothes elicits from Toby a low, growling groan against Abduxel's neck. Still pressing lips hard around the wound, Toby withdraws his teeth just enough that the demon's blood smoothly flows out in time with the pulsing of his heart. Then, he sucks at the wound, his tongue sometimes lapping and pressing at the punctures. His breathing slows, and Toby seems to relax as he feeds. The taste of Abduxel's blood seems even more delightful than Toby had remembered.]

[He grips tightly with his eyes squeezed shut. He moves one hand to hold around the back of Toby's cold neck, his own breathing becoming more slow and deliberate.

The feeling of blood pulling from him is a strange one; the memory of that feeling didn't do it justice. He waits for Toby to finish, enjoying and enduring this in equal measure, although he's hyper-vigilant of his own state. Given how much he teased the vampire, he was prepared for the possibility that Toby might try to take too much.]

[During feeding, Toby is both vulnerable and dangerous. He's docile and easy to manipulate given the right cues, lulled into a sense of security, and if someone wants to get the jump on him, they could. However, feeding is also Toby's road to recovery, and he's usually so much more alive during and right after feeding. And that would make him a force to be reckoned with.

Now that he's pacified, Toby regains some clarity of mind. Looking back to their first meeting, the first time he'd traded a peek into his mind for Abduxel's blood, there's something strange and different about things this time around. For one, this feeding isn't related to and won't be for trading a memory. Another thing is that this time seems strangely more... intimate than the first. Somehow; Toby isn't sure he knows, maybe it's just in his head.

He does realize that Abduxel isn't the same as Dorian, though. He could tell that while the demon enjoys it, there's some other tension; fear, perhaps? or is it something else? And Abduxel the demon can't possibly have that much more blood than if he were a human. So Toby thinks about this—he could be selfish and take as much blood as possible just to test the demon's limits. Or, he could stop before putting Abduxel in a dangerously weakened state.

Maybe it's because he wants to be the better person and maintain a tolerable relationship with Abduxel that he chooses the latter. As he finishes up, he pinches his lips over the wounds and laps up stray rivulets of blood, trying to keep his mess to a minimum before carefully drawing back completely. Even in the darkness, it's as if there's more colour and life in Toby than usual. He looks pleased enough about dinner as he wipes his mouth with the back of one of his hands.]

[The intimacy is not an illusion: it's writ in all of their body language, and the way Abduxel clings to him.

He makes another small noise both when the fangs exit, and when Toby finishes by pressing his lips more firmly there.

He sighs and relaxes his posture when Toby draws back, and lets go of where he's gripped the vampire. He leans against the wall languidly, tilting his head at Toby with a little smile.]

Quite the fangs you have.

[Between being unsure of how to respond to that comment and not wanting to admit feeding on Abduxel was quite wonderful, Toby wordlessly dismisses it and instead changes the subject.]

... We don't have to do the payment, the "different magic" thing right now, do we? [Wearing a concerned expression, he looks out toward the distance.] The sun will come up soon enough, and I can't afford to stay out here much longer.

[He puts a hand on Toby's arm.]

No, don't worry about it. I'm happy to wait. I'll have more time to get creative.

[Abduxel's hand on his arm gets his attention, and he finds himself looking into the demon's eyes.]

Sure. [He blinks once, maybe twice, still studying Abduxel's eyes and expression.] Should I call you, or you'll call me, or... what exactly?

[He drops the touch as casually and easily as he initiated it, in order to shrug a response.] Whatever we find works best.

[After the demon moves his hand away, Toby quickly glances elsewhere, feeling stupid that for holding that gaze so long. For staring. So he instead starts walking off, saying, ] Fine. Until next time, Matthew.

Until next time, Tobias.

wednesday. 9pm. heropa.
bring your pencils, buddy. we have class.

Really?
Ha! This is incredible.
How does that go again?
"I'm so there." Is that it?
Only with less quotations and more in the sense that I mean it.

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look at you. down with the people.
but yes, really. i'm totally excited. apparently it's going to be a mix of media.

Excellent.
Pencils for the first class, then.
I wonder what other materials we'll need as the course goes on.
Do they have something for that?

[Because he so wants to be the ~280 year old perfect little student.]

like a syllabus?
i think they'll probably give us one on the first day. but we should totally go and look for supplies. the supermarket is open 24 hours.

Yes, that.
Did you want to go together?
I'd be more than happy to meet up with you before even starting classes.

yeah! that'd be great.
i hate starting something new without knowing someone there already so we can be buddies.

[ This is set some time after Dorian's baffling conversation with Lucy that just ended up terribly for all involved (well, all involved except Dorian, who was half-asleep the entire time and is just so confused.

But hey, Toby's back/up/in the kitchen, might as well talk to him about this. ]

So! Apparently you and Lucy Pevensie got into a fight? [ and, before Toby can ask how Dorian knows, he continues on. ] She came to visit and asked me about you.

[ how to casually mention that Dorian might have made the situation worse than it was... ]

[Toby's mouth had opened to ask, but then snapped shut and turned downward into a pout after Dorian continued.]

Oh, did she? [He seems both surprised and really down about it.] Ha, I guess you could say that.

[Averting his gaze, he tries to downplay his feelings.]

Let me guess: she doesn't want to see me again, right? That's starting to become a trend...

[ Downplaying his feelings or not, Dorian can tell that Toby's really put out about all this. ] What on Earth happened? [ he couldn't help but ask. ]

She told me that she thought you were leading her on, I told her that couldn't be the case. [ aaaaand then he and Lucy got into a bit of a tiff themselves, but Dorian's casually not mentioning that. ]

Whatever she thinks probably doesn't matter.

[Commence sulking passive aggression.]

None of them should; I don't know why I let any of them matter to begin with.

[Also, his pent-up frustrations are starting to surface.]

Whatever—look, I'm sorry she bothered you. She's right, it's my fault. I was being stupid.

[And it's easier to just take all the blame nowadays, as if maybe he'll desensitize to the hurt and pain again. But both he and Dorian already know where that path leads...]

[ None of them should? Well that's not good. ]

She didn't bother me. [ kind of the truth. If anything, Dorian bothered here more. ] And you say she doesn't matter, but you're obviously annoyed about all this.

[He sighs.]

I met her shortly after arriving, before I'd even known that you were here, too. We became fast friends, and I soon was calling on her every so often. Because, I'm sure you've noticed, it's like she's out of time and place in so many ways. She's sweet and kind, and can light up the darkness. Literally.

[Though the truth is Toby had, in fact, also thought he and Lucy might become closer than friends. But he doesn't want to mention that to Dorian.]

Anyway, I eventually decided to tell her about us; I thought I was ready to let her know. Because I thought perhaps she might misconstrue my intentions when I know, with certainty, that she and I are friends. Even though we had quickly become close, the point still stands—we're friends. And... I don't know, things went wrong somewhere. Might have been that I was so surprised to discover she'd already met you; said the wrong thing, and kept doing so following that.

[Then, he shakes his head.]

I wronged her. I was cruel and unfair to her when she's only ever treated me gently. I deserve to be pushed away like this. And so, I shouldn't see her again; it's for the better.

[Besides, Dorian. I have you, he tries to rationalize.]

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[ Sweet, kind, out of time and place. God, no wonder the two of them got along wonderfully. Minus the light part, and (in Dorian's mind) Toby was describing himself as well. ]

I suppose part of this is my fault. Lucy and I met at the swear-in before last and...didn't really get along quite well. [ Dorian was an ass. ] Had I known the two of you were close, I either would have been a bit nicer or ignored her entirely.

[ but this conversation isn't about him, it's not about him at all, Dorian just felt that Toby needed to know a bit about why Lucy might think ill of him. ]

You're allowed to be happy, you know. If you wronged her, the least you can do is give it a day or so, then apologize and try to make-up.

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