[they talk about how sharks are somehow able to pick up tiny, invisible signals from their prey even in the dark of the deep sea--a sense so fine and undefinable that humans have no hope of actually understanding it. Coil gets it now, though. he would never be able to put into words how he can detect the faint-but-vital shift in his prey's system. the heartbeats quicken as blood volume drops, breath changes just slightly in depth and rhythm. even the tiny change in how his prey bleeds floods the back of his brain with information.
vampires know when they're pushing their victims beyond their limits; it's just a matter of whether they have the will to stop or not. and in Coil's case, it's a very close battle.
how much he covets his friend is both the thing that rings all the alarms in his head, and the thing that screams at him to never let him escape. he wants to keep him. he wants to hold him and have him until there is nothing left to take.
but the fear of losing him is just enough to finally shove him away. somehow, he manages to wonder through the euphoria about what it would really be like if he took every last drop, and that thought outweighs the hunger and the joy, and it stabs right through the center of him.
when he finally unhooks his teeth and tears himself away, it's with the half-formed thought to check in on Zhas. as if he would see anything other than his friend quickly bleeding his life away when he sits back to see.]
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vampires know when they're pushing their victims beyond their limits; it's just a matter of whether they have the will to stop or not. and in Coil's case, it's a very close battle.
how much he covets his friend is both the thing that rings all the alarms in his head, and the thing that screams at him to never let him escape. he wants to keep him. he wants to hold him and have him until there is nothing left to take.
but the fear of losing him is just enough to finally shove him away. somehow, he manages to wonder through the euphoria about what it would really be like if he took every last drop, and that thought outweighs the hunger and the joy, and it stabs right through the center of him.
when he finally unhooks his teeth and tears himself away, it's with the half-formed thought to check in on Zhas. as if he would see anything other than his friend quickly bleeding his life away when he sits back to see.]