[One of the very, very few things that Alucard will give that fever dream of 800 years credit for is getting him ready for a moment of vampire-bites-dhampir. He remembers needle sharp teeth, but never with the need for hunger like now. Still. The pain is easy enough to contend with, and he does not panic about it. That has to count for...something? with all his memories back in place, but now isn't the time to contemplate such matters.
Alucard counts the seconds in his head. Thirty seconds is fine. He anticipated that thirty seconds would not set him back, even if the hunger in Astarion's eyes was more than he could calculate.
A minute passes. The faintest hint of something swimming just behind Alucard's eyes descends. That was the sign Alucard gave himself that he'd need to think about asking Astarion to pause, and so he begins that process with a gentle hand to the vampire's shoulder.]
I'm starting to feel the loss. If you let go, we can see how quickly I can regenerate the blood.
[His tone is calm but no less sharp for it, meant to cut through any all consuming thoughts of hunger.]
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Alucard counts the seconds in his head. Thirty seconds is fine. He anticipated that thirty seconds would not set him back, even if the hunger in Astarion's eyes was more than he could calculate.
A minute passes. The faintest hint of something swimming just behind Alucard's eyes descends. That was the sign Alucard gave himself that he'd need to think about asking Astarion to pause, and so he begins that process with a gentle hand to the vampire's shoulder.]
I'm starting to feel the loss. If you let go, we can see how quickly I can regenerate the blood.
[His tone is calm but no less sharp for it, meant to cut through any all consuming thoughts of hunger.]