[ Gabe shivers at the touch, the way the teeth drag against his skin. He's expecting it to draw blood and steels himself, holding still so Daryl won't take a chunk of flesh along for the ride when he pulls away. But it doesn't draw blood in the end. It feels -
Wet. Almost protective.
Funny, that.
Gabe exhales, tipping his head back. He's got no idea what Daryl looks like, only the man's general height, the fact that his hair is long enough that Gabe can hear when the air moves through it. He supposes it doesn't matter much. ]
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Wet. Almost protective.
Funny, that.
Gabe exhales, tipping his head back. He's got no idea what Daryl looks like, only the man's general height, the fact that his hair is long enough that Gabe can hear when the air moves through it. He supposes it doesn't matter much. ]
That why you brought me here?