Northman. Man of the North. It fits, was Uryuu's last thought before the V pulsed through him.
The high was just that - a pulse, a bundled electrical signal that jolted through his nerves and lit up the room. Uryuu heard someone gasp, never realizing it was himself. His gaze fixed with supernatural attention on the slow march of Eric's fingers, watching them curl like quicksand around the rim and then constrict. A million spiderweb fractures spread over the glass before exploding into a glittering cloud of dust. Uryuu turned in the same slow motion. The cloud wafted into the dancing mass of lights. They were everywhere - bobbing lights. Dim ones, colored one, lights that shone like stars and lanterns and candle flames, quickly snuffed. Living reishi. Souls free from their bodies, twisting in the thick, rolling waves of sound. Uryuu heated. Fingers fumbled for his coat zipper and shed it like a dead, dry husk. He wouldn't need the cloth cocoon anymore - he was emerging, a rebirth in white silk. Alive. Powerful. Uryuu had the sudden, unique sense that he could swallow all the energy from the room and take it into himself, let it pool into his veins through outstretched palms or parted lips. He could darken the dance floor and radiate a supernova. He opened his mouth to try.
Sparks showered harmlessly down his throat, flowing from Eric's lips against his skin. Uryuu absorbed them and shivered, wide-eyed. His hand found the vampire's arm in fascination. Heat swelled.
Eric was the brightest thing he'd ever seen; blinding without burning. Beautiful. Transcendent.
"I'll follow you." Uryuu closed his eyes; Eric shone through the lids. On opening his eyes again, the light had dulled to a steady, pulsing warmth. An absent smile nearly played across his lips, but then he remembered - he needed something from Eric. He was here for something. Not the light, not the energy - the drug. V. This. Right. Discreet, yes, they had to be discreet. Was he sweating?
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The high was just that - a pulse, a bundled electrical signal that jolted through his nerves and lit up the room. Uryuu heard someone gasp, never realizing it was himself. His gaze fixed with supernatural attention on the slow march of Eric's fingers, watching them curl like quicksand around the rim and then constrict. A million spiderweb fractures spread over the glass before exploding into a glittering cloud of dust. Uryuu turned in the same slow motion. The cloud wafted into the dancing mass of lights. They were everywhere - bobbing lights. Dim ones, colored one, lights that shone like stars and lanterns and candle flames, quickly snuffed. Living reishi. Souls free from their bodies, twisting in the thick, rolling waves of sound. Uryuu heated. Fingers fumbled for his coat zipper and shed it like a dead, dry husk. He wouldn't need the cloth cocoon anymore - he was emerging, a rebirth in white silk. Alive. Powerful. Uryuu had the sudden, unique sense that he could swallow all the energy from the room and take it into himself, let it pool into his veins through outstretched palms or parted lips. He could darken the dance floor and radiate a supernova. He opened his mouth to try.
Sparks showered harmlessly down his throat, flowing from Eric's lips against his skin. Uryuu absorbed them and shivered, wide-eyed. His hand found the vampire's arm in fascination. Heat swelled.
Eric was the brightest thing he'd ever seen; blinding without burning. Beautiful. Transcendent.
"I'll follow you." Uryuu closed his eyes; Eric shone through the lids. On opening his eyes again, the light had dulled to a steady, pulsing warmth. An absent smile nearly played across his lips, but then he remembered - he needed something from Eric. He was here for something. Not the light, not the energy - the drug. V. This. Right. Discreet, yes, they had to be discreet. Was he sweating?
"Is there somewhere - cooler?"