Dec 3, 2021
the thrum of her heartbeat is akin to the drums of a hunt; blood calling to him as much as any siren, teeth aching with an all too familiar hunger that unfurls in his gut. it’s not the first time he’s smelled her, of course, but it never gets any easier, particularly when edward has the same lecture she does. he manages to unclench his teeth long enough to give something almost like a smile, however small [ and strained ] it may have been.
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