{ it's gotten worse since he tasted the jelly. he was only given two chocies. it was better to deal with before they were forced to continue to make these damn choices. louis doesn't fare well his chances are numbered against him in ways that only leave him trapped. it happened in storyville. it happened on the night of the ball. it happened in paris. rushing thoughts, mind imploding. he wants it to stop.
he knows deep down how it might. he's never been good at self-acceptance either. louis has an urge to give into it if it'll take away the overwhelming sensations that keep flickering on and off. he wanted to get away from others, thinking the boulder would do. then the buzz in his head is replaced with the fresh smell of blood. it's pungent, and he ends up pushing the tip of his tongue against a fang to push it back. there's a disruptive burst, one that glides right up against the other's mind. it's enough to cause a sizzle, nearly sharing his own burning sensation. it could be akin to hot oil sparking out.
Stop it.
what actually comes out of his mouth is different. }
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he knows deep down how it might. he's never been good at self-acceptance either. louis has an urge to give into it if it'll take away the overwhelming sensations that keep flickering on and off. he wanted to get away from others, thinking the boulder would do. then the buzz in his head is replaced with the fresh smell of blood. it's pungent, and he ends up pushing the tip of his tongue against a fang to push it back. there's a disruptive burst, one that glides right up against the other's mind. it's enough to cause a sizzle, nearly sharing his own burning sensation. it could be akin to hot oil sparking out.what actually comes out of his mouth is different. }
You're bleeding.