♪ Taemin could feel that he was on the borderline of passing out any minute now, though he forced his eyes open for just a bit longer— as long as he could while this man was in his view. His voice failed him and so did his body. He was overcome with fatigue and the loss of blood, but he felt a sense of gratitude towards Francesco for not killing him, like he had said he wouldn’t. Though now Taemin was feeling like this man might be a little hard to trust, that is if they even met again after tonight. Even though his mind was full of many thoughts of what just happened, who he is, what will happen, he couldn’t think much longer, he was too exhausted and confused. A small hum left his throat as he could feel Francesco pull him up in his arms, his body lax and heavy for he couldn’t seem to move a muscle - nor did he have the desire to at moment. As much as he wanted to speak and question him, he knew he could do that after he got as much sleep as he wanted. Maybe he could shoot him a ton of mean text messages or maybe they could meet up tomorrow like he had expected.
Grunting softly as he was laid on his bed, he barely moved a muscle just to pull a pillow to his chest, brown eyes no longer visible for he was slowly falling asleep. “Hm..” He barely murmured in response, ignoring most of what he was saying. It all sounded fuzzy to him and even the finger on his neck went ignored as he let the deep sleep consume him.
He watched the young man as he drifted off into sleep before his eyes. If he had tried to claim he felt remorse for what he had done, knowing there was no way Taemin could truly understand the extent of what he had agreed upon until it happened… he would be a liar. He knew he would live. And now, so could he. He would not need to worry that he needed to feed yet for a while. Oh the hunger, it would persist, an always present haunting in his mind and gut, but he knew by this age how to go without, long enough to have windows in the express need to nourish the curse in his own blood. Francesco moved silently, searching himself a pen and a scrap of paper, and with neat handwriting, the simple command, “Eat”, was penned down, and left upon the bedside table for Taemin to find in the morning. And he turned, then, to leave the bedroom, and leave the apartment, though the side of him which was so drawn to beauty spent a moment looking out the windows before his departure. The night was still young, to a creature such as him. Time would tell what more it might have in store.
