( it's doesn't take a long time for them to figure out how long eddie can go without blood. it's a little βΒ embarrassing, to be honest. there's a very thin line between satiated and starved, and once he crosses it he's like a feral beast, seeking out animals to eat, or grabbing the nearest person and mouthing at their neck.
it leads to a lot of awkward tension between him and nancy wheeler, who is probably the worst person he could've taken a little munch out of other than any of the kids. it leads to steve harrington saying that's it, and offering to be his, for lack of a better term, refillable caprisun for the time being. eddie offers to just eat a squirrel every now and then to fend off the hunger pains, but dustin quickly informs him that's disgusting, dude and they make do.
anyway, steve tastes a lot better than a squirrel. and, as they've learned, humans keep him full up for longer.
it's feeding time now, and eddie has steve pressed against a bathroom wall in the wheeler's household βΒ their current base of operations. the crew clears out when he feeds because the sounds can get ... troubling, to say the least. shockingly gentle, eddie strokes a finger against the two healed over points of entry on steve's neck, the skin all around bruised to purpling by the force of eddie's fangs.
he frowns, picking at the scab. the flesh is tender here, and a little bitter. he wonders how hard it would be to convince steve to let him bite at his wrists, or his thighs. )
Does it hurt? ( he leans back to look at steve. the scab is cleared out of the way now, and a small drop of blood bubbles to the surface. eddie smudges it with his thumb, bringing his hand back to lick at. ) I think I could make it feel good. Try to, at least.
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Date: 2022-07-31 09:35 pm (UTC)it leads to a lot of awkward tension between him and nancy wheeler, who is probably the worst person he could've taken a little munch out of other than any of the kids. it leads to steve harrington saying that's it, and offering to be his, for lack of a better term, refillable caprisun for the time being. eddie offers to just eat a squirrel every now and then to fend off the hunger pains, but dustin quickly informs him that's disgusting, dude and they make do.
anyway, steve tastes a lot better than a squirrel. and, as they've learned, humans keep him full up for longer.
it's feeding time now, and eddie has steve pressed against a bathroom wall in the wheeler's household βΒ their current base of operations. the crew clears out when he feeds because the sounds can get ... troubling, to say the least. shockingly gentle, eddie strokes a finger against the two healed over points of entry on steve's neck, the skin all around bruised to purpling by the force of eddie's fangs.
he frowns, picking at the scab. the flesh is tender here, and a little bitter. he wonders how hard it would be to convince steve to let him bite at his wrists, or his thighs. )
Does it hurt? ( he leans back to look at steve. the scab is cleared out of the way now, and a small drop of blood bubbles to the surface. eddie smudges it with his thumb, bringing his hand back to lick at. ) I think I could make it feel good. Try to, at least.