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bitten_notshyJack was falling asleep unbitten for the first time in all his visits home over the months.
It was his own fault. After a day of shopping and visiting Rivka and making plans for the future, he'd gone to bed with Sebastien. All was normal until the fangs came out; then, Jack had flinched at Sebastien's approach. Flinched, like he was some foolish girl whose romantic notions about life as a courtesan died in the face of a hungry vampire, and not a man who'd lived in this world since childhood. Flinched because he thought of Raven and Becka and Lauren and this -- thing, this act of love and devotion -- was just suddenly all wrapped up with death, in a way it usually wasn't for him.
So he flinched.
Flinched, not much, but enough that Sebastien had noticed. Enough that Sebastien had sighed, sat back on his heels, and asked Jack what the trouble was.
Jack wouldn't tell him everything. But he gave just enough details that Sebastien, looking grave, rolled out of bed and tentatively suggested he might dine elsewhere tonight. Jack shooed him off; Sebastien had waited too long, anyhow, and jealousy had no place among the courts of the blood.
It just left Jack with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and wonder when, exactly, his life had gotten this complicated. He wasn't sure he liked it.
[OOC: NFB, NFI.]
It was his own fault. After a day of shopping and visiting Rivka and making plans for the future, he'd gone to bed with Sebastien. All was normal until the fangs came out; then, Jack had flinched at Sebastien's approach. Flinched, like he was some foolish girl whose romantic notions about life as a courtesan died in the face of a hungry vampire, and not a man who'd lived in this world since childhood. Flinched because he thought of Raven and Becka and Lauren and this -- thing, this act of love and devotion -- was just suddenly all wrapped up with death, in a way it usually wasn't for him.
So he flinched.
Flinched, not much, but enough that Sebastien had noticed. Enough that Sebastien had sighed, sat back on his heels, and asked Jack what the trouble was.
Jack wouldn't tell him everything. But he gave just enough details that Sebastien, looking grave, rolled out of bed and tentatively suggested he might dine elsewhere tonight. Jack shooed him off; Sebastien had waited too long, anyhow, and jealousy had no place among the courts of the blood.
It just left Jack with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and wonder when, exactly, his life had gotten this complicated. He wasn't sure he liked it.
[OOC: NFB, NFI.]
