{ it’s getting difficult to mask in the pit, to hide away. the numbness of his retracted fangs hurt enough to remind how much he’s resisting. it’s not what his succumbing demands to accept. }

I didn’t. My immortal companions were ruthless with their feeding. I couldn’t take to it that way they did. This is why I don’t think you’re touched by darkness, but you know yourself the most. We just met after all. { his lips curve in a somber smile, but it’s honest. } Shame it had to be this way, Elrond.