{ if they had clearer heads and louis was made aware of steve's original time, they might have a lot more in common. he lived through the great war and the time had been some of his best years before it all went array. he'll always hold a special place for the nola he knew. not many can understand a vintage time era and living into the modernization of another century. louis had also been less experienced as a fledging coming into his own. the louis that steve finds is the one that knows exactly how to feed without killing. he learned from the best after all. he takes his expert stride, making sure that'll be a modest version of what he can provide.

and he takes. louis closes the gap between them, adding pressure to the wall. his fangs sink into skin, quick as to not prolong the sting. it's a matter of seconds when he grips steve's neck for support and the flow of blood begins to take to his stream when he drinks. it's instant, the feeling better despite the damage done on his body. he also knows when to let the bite settle just enough to brush against the line of ecstasy as to allow the sharpness of his fangs to ease any pain.

it's the trade off. it won't hurt once they past the threshold, and that is when he needs to break away. it takes restraint in his state, he won't deny. louis pulls back, the buzz of a high hitting him right after. he makes sure to respectfully takes his hands off steve. he comments with a heave of a breath. }

You weren't kidding. Your blood is ten times that of the average human. I made sure it won't scar badly. Sorry about the lightness, it won't last long, promise. You've done me a solid, Steve. I will repay you one day once we make it out.