The End Of Love

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We were reaching in the dark
That summer in New York
And it was so far to fall
But it didn't hurt at all
And let it wash away, wash away

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[ Percival doesn’t the energy to so much as sigh at Newt’s scolding. It’s certainly deserved, and he doesn’t necessarily disagree with it, but with his energy dropping off so quickly again reacting to it isn’t his first concern. He busies himself instead with nitpicking at the blanket, making sure he’s decently covered.

At least until the pants come into view. He looks to Newt before looking back to the pajamas with a quietly embarrassed: ] Thank you, [ As he picks them up. Well, that solved that; at least he didn’t have to leave here (again) entirely nude.

Turning his back to Newt and hanging his legs over the edge of the bed, Percival starts the draining process of clothing himself without exposing himself to the other man (again). Newt’s fussing does cause a small huff of laughter to leave him. ] There isn’t anymore you can do than you already have.

[ Even sitting the pants are loose on him and when Percival stands with some effort he slips them up with him and ties it together. ] I was looking for alternatives that weren’t disgusting. [ As it turns out, clearly, there aren’t any. That, or Percival is the most finicky vampire to exist. It’s possible it’s both.

He’s careful to turn and face Newt with how the fabric bunches at his ankles, another sentence on his tongue when he gets an eyeful of the other shirtless. Percival blinks once, then twice after he looks the redhead over, tamping down the urge to jump him. Again.

Fingers reach out to touch the dresser beside him for balance—grounding—as he swallows. ] What are you doing?

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You say that, but- [Newt drapes his shirt onto the back of his chair before turning towards other. His face is a little red and he won't look at the other.] I believe that I have the ability to help you exactly with what you need.

[He rubs at his arm absentmindedly. Newt was all pale skin and freckles. With his shirt off, all the scars and burns that litter his arms and torso were exposed to the other.] After all, what you need is blood. To say that I can't do anymore seems rather silly to say.

[A twitch of a smile.] You need to eat. [Despite his slightly shy demeanor, his tone was rather firm.] This would be better, wouldn't it? The shirt would just be an obstruction. [And he doesn't want to get blood on it.]

You're still hungry aren't you?

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[ Percival wants to argue that Newt has already given him blood and, yes, it only took drops to fill him in the form of a tiny bat, but this was different. Vastly so. He wants to argue it, if only he had the energy for it. Because while he doesn’t speak the rest of his control is being spent on not letting himself give in then and there, the urge only growing stronger the more he notices the pumping of Newt’s heart. ]

Famished, [ The word tumbles out of him with a will of its own, and Percival lifts his hand to press a finger over his mouth as if that would stop the already spoken word again or any others from following it. He closes his eyes and takes a moment, unsure. It was only going to get worse again, wasn’t it?

He starts with a small, swaying step towards Newt, then another once he’s found some balance and only stops when he’s not but an arm’s length away. Eyes are bought back up to the other’s face, as weary as they are hungered, and he asks in a soft tone: ] You’re sure?

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[For all of Newt's seemingly docile nature, he doesn't balk at all as the other slowly closes the space between them. Doesn't flinch even though the other looks at him hungrily. Was he uncomfortable? Most definitely. It wasn't about the fact that he was offering himself as a meal, but just the awkwardness of the physicality of it all. Something foreign to him.

He offers a smile though.] We wouldn't be in this current position if I weren't sure. [A bit of a shy laugh.] I hope you don't think I just randomly strip in the company of others like this.

[Newt gestures a bit to the bed.] I don't think it would be safe for either of us to do this, uhm, standing. [Because Percival seems to not have all his balance and Newt can't imagine that he'll be able to keep his own once the other starts feeding.]

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[ Newt speaks and whatever little pull Percival felt himself starting down vanishes with a snap, followed by a flash of guilt. He might be famished but that’s no reason for him to lose his head. This was dangerous for them both; he needed to focus. Only the thing Newt refocuses him on is equally unhelpful—for different reasons. ]

I, [ Am thinking it now, The thought rolls around his head as he bites his tongue. Why was he thinking of it? Was he that one-minded right now? Percival shakes his head slowly. ] It was the furthest thought in my mind. [ Was. It might have been a split second apart, but still.

Looking over his shoulder Percival looks at the bed, a mess from all their startle. ] Of course, [ He nods. Their position here was less a moment of eagerness than it was holding a steak in front of a starving man; his restraint was waning by the second now that Newt willingly made an offer. ] Please, [ He motions as he leans against the dresser with both arms. ] I wouldn’t want either of us hurt.