[ There's something about the flow of that conversation that feels like being sucker-punched. The slide from the weight of we and together like a tether, reminding Stefan of what's here that he is able to count on and hold fast to segues to what feels like a twist of a knife. It's abrupt. It was likely inevitable, but Stefan stiffens, tension winding through his body.
His mouth waters. He feels the pricking of fangs, as if summoned by the suggestion running through Damon's words. (Stirring in the back of his mind: a body in his arms, blood in his mouth, Damon's voice murmuring I knew you still had it in you.) There's no way to avoid the topic, but Stefan is hesitant to enter into this particular discussion. He has to eat. He knows this. But he doesn't want to discuss it, especially not when there's a whole crowd of liabilities around them. ]
You should see if there's a hot dog vendor, [ flatly, as Stefan's hand falls from Damon's arm. ] You might be able to get something for free if you're quick enough.
[ The conundrum of how he's going to eat has weighed on Stefan's mind constantly. He can starve down to nothingness, maybe, but he already knows how Damon would react to that proposition. With that off the table, there's nothing to do but try to tread a line Stefan's repeatedly fallen off of. It feels like a gamble no matter what he does, and the hunger doesn't abate in the meantime. ]
cw: vampirism etc.
His mouth waters. He feels the pricking of fangs, as if summoned by the suggestion running through Damon's words. (Stirring in the back of his mind: a body in his arms, blood in his mouth, Damon's voice murmuring I knew you still had it in you.) There's no way to avoid the topic, but Stefan is hesitant to enter into this particular discussion. He has to eat. He knows this. But he doesn't want to discuss it, especially not when there's a whole crowd of liabilities around them. ]
You should see if there's a hot dog vendor, [ flatly, as Stefan's hand falls from Damon's arm. ] You might be able to get something for free if you're quick enough.
[ The conundrum of how he's going to eat has weighed on Stefan's mind constantly. He can starve down to nothingness, maybe, but he already knows how Damon would react to that proposition. With that off the table, there's nothing to do but try to tread a line Stefan's repeatedly fallen off of. It feels like a gamble no matter what he does, and the hunger doesn't abate in the meantime. ]