changes | artagan & eris
He looked himself over in the mirror, noticing all the small changes that had been made to him through the ritual. He could see more, smell more, hear more. It was almost overwhelming. Even the red eyes that stared back at him were a sight he hadn’t been prepared for though he saw red eyes often around the castle. Lovell had kindly helped him feed enough that he felt stable. Well, mostly. He still had a ravenous hunger in his stomach but the aggressive need to feed off of a slave had died down. For the moment at least.
While Lovell was busy, he decided to try leaving the new suite he had been given. It was a whole new world being a master in this castle and not a slave. It still felt like he was at the bottom of the food chain considering his status. At least there was one person who he knew wouldn’t see him that way and he headed towards the councilman’s room. The leanan sidhe knocked on the familiar door before taking a step back and adjusting his hair. He felt almost jittery in this body, like he had drank too much coffee and it was hard to know if it was nerves or hunger. All he knew was that he wanted to see his lover again.
for: @erisofkhaos