It looks a lot sexier than how it actually feels in practice… [ a snort. ] Would I be hotter to you if I were a vampire?

[ he gives his honest assessment, lips quirking at the corners with equal parts disappointment and amusement. obsession doesn't equal appetite, and he hasn't suddenly developed a craving for thorns' blood. still, there's the tiniest bit of regret that reality never quite lives up to the thrill of imagination…

at least this thought experiment is somewhat more normal than if they were slugs. okay.

but he exhales softly, giving in to habit as he folds himself into thorns' arms, sliding down until the tilt of his head lets him drink in the sight of thorn' face. ]

But it's mine all the same. Just like everything else of yours already is.