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Neither of the two men in the Baltimore hotel room was fresh-faced to greet this bright spring morning in May 1899. The vampire Sebastien de Ulloa was pallid and sharp from lack of blood; his boyish companion, Jack Priest, was hollow-eyed from a night spent pub-crawling in an attempt to investigate the city. He threw Sebastien a worried look as he dropped the morning paper, still warm from the printing press, onto the small writing table.
"You won't be well if you try to go without for much longer," Jack warned.
Sebastien waved him off. "Neither will you, if I feed. I have hungered before, Jack; it's nothing. What have you learned?"
( Jack pursed his lips.... )
[OOC: NFB as this is 110 years and several miles away, but OOC is love. Also, just to get this on the table, I know the Sebastien/Jack relationship is creepy; it works for them, though.]
"You won't be well if you try to go without for much longer," Jack warned.
Sebastien waved him off. "Neither will you, if I feed. I have hungered before, Jack; it's nothing. What have you learned?"
( Jack pursed his lips.... )[OOC: NFB as this is 110 years and several miles away, but OOC is love. Also, just to get this on the table, I know the Sebastien/Jack relationship is creepy; it works for them, though.]
