ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ (REQUESTED) RANDOM VAMPIRE-THEMED DIALOGUE + ACTION PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.
'I can follow your pulse through walls.'
That sound.
That constant, incessant, low hum that rivaled an active electric current. It was all around Spike, buzzing about his ears like an annoying flea.
And the smell that lingered was hot, delicious. Gave him a jolt like caffeine, and he hadn't even tasted it yet.
As cold rain pelted harshly against his leather, Spike winced; his ears still managing to pick up on the zzzing underneath the loud drops falling from the sky. It was so bad, so hard to ignore that it was louder than the damn rain.
And that hot, crisp scent that flowed about his nostrils hit him in the back of the throat like nice, warm whiskey. Gods, anything to soothe this stirring.
She was inside.
