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animacontinens:
⊰ Ꮗ .Ꮦ . ⊱───── Throughout the mind-numbing painful hysteria that wracked him William could hear that deep, soothing voice calling to him, felt the warmth of hands smoothing over his skin in an attempt to comfort. He did not speak for he could not trust his words, his own voice too uneven to allow such a luxury as clarity. Instead he clung to his lover, fingers digging into the fabric of his garments without care that he was surely causing them damage by way of his rapidly changing nails. Past the searing pain which had overtaken each and every joint and caused every muscle to burn he felt those hands begin to undress him. It wouldn’t do to have his own clothing ruined by his transformation to come.
Unable to properly thank the man his kindness, William continued to hold fast to him as he fought the haze taking over his mind. With every quickened breath the ache within intensified, growing and centering towards conclusion. The places over his flesh that had once felt itchy and raw were tingling now, alive with sudden hair growth unbeknownst to the boy. He kept his focus, or what little he had, on Dantalion and his hands, the gentleness of their touch in spite of the blonde’s panic. Fingers twitched and clenched to fabric tighter, until there came a sudden and deep, hollow crack which reset his knuckles with such intensity he finally gave in and cried out as he was forced to release his grip.
“I don’t want to! I don’t want to anymore!” the boy hollered his pleas at his lover. His eyes were filled with fear, fear of the pain which was still just a dull ache compared to how intense it would soon become. This was the true purpose for William’s constant insistence to keep sedatives on his person at all times; it was not because of his parents worry over him becoming exposed, but rather his own fright over the anguish of a conscious transformation. The night creature could see that fear now, for as William pleaded with him tears streamed down his cheekbones, which were already becoming more pronounced. “Please, it hurts!” he cried, as though he had lost all the bravery he’d boasted just minutes ago in his asking that his vampiric lover watch over his fit.
William was still so young.
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He grit his teeth hard enough in between words to make his jaw ache as he continued to try and distract and sooth the panicking youth. He didn’t care at all about the damage to his cloths or threat to his skin from the same claws leaving holes. He kept as much contact with the beleaguered blond as he could as he eased his uniform outfit off and then curled him as close as the shifting physiology would allow when he could not longer keep a grip on the older vampire by himself. He could only offer physical contact to reassure him, even as he spouted everything he could think of that might give the little were even and ounce of calm if he caught it thru his fear. He knew these things were a part of his little lover, but it was heart wrenching that he had to suffer. That there was nothing Dan could do to provide more than superficial presence was a thorn he continually lamented.
