Dreamer | TVD [1]

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content warning: sex 

One day for the blood to transfer out. For the thoughts and whispers to return. Twenty-four hours of bliss before Felix was back knocking the the boarding house door, sweat on the side of his face tapping his foot and twitching like an addict coming down.

'Gonna be late for school. Hows at the door?elena?' Stefan's thoughts came through the door before Felix could even think about how strange he was going to look to the other vampire before he was staring down at Stefan. "Felix?" Stefan asked, and the human watched as a look of pity and dread crossed his face. "Damon's not here."

"Oh, ha. Okay. Um, fuck," Felix muttered, a small hysterical laugh falling from his lips, "shit, how bad do I look, Stefan? I can practically taste your worry." Felix watched Stefan stiffen up, listening as the vampire tried to lock down his thoughts; Felix could feel the weak wall attempting to stop his prying. It was a decent effort, and Felix appreciated it, especially since he was receiving memories of Elena and Stefan talking about him and that... well, that was weird.

"You look," Stefan paused 'strung out, like me after i drink blood,damonwhatdidyoudo' "not too bad."

Felix laughed, he knew how he sounded, how he looked, it wasn't good, but his head was pounding and he had woken up from the throws of nightmares of doors and people dying. He couldn't handle this. "I heard that whole little strung out bit," he said, forcing a tight smile that did little to stop the twitching. Stefan reached out, moving closer. Felix jerked back, hands out as if to hold the vampire back "Listen unless you're gonna give me a bit of your blood if you touch me I'm gonna get a shit ton more information than either of us want you to share."

"It helps?" Stefan asked, frowning deeply, "You usually seem kind of out of it whenever Damon gives you his blood."

"That's because I'm usually drunk, or he compels me," Felix says, frowning at the anger that was quickly coming onto his face, "Consensually!" he adds quickly, "I ask him to."

"Okay, well. We have school in a few minutes so," Stefan hesitated, and Felix could see the gears turning in the vampire's head, and a part of him was beginning to get excited at the prospect of the thoughts stopping, of getting a good night's sleep before it all came back.

"Come in," Stefan muttered, moving away from the door and letting the psychic scurry into the Salavatores' house, a place he was quickly becoming very used to. "How should we do this?" The vampire looked incredibly flustered, much to Felix's amusement. Stefan was fidgeting slightly as he stared down at his feet and something grinned inside of Felix.

"What's it like for you? Damon never tells me," Felix hums, stepping right up to the other vampire, a part of him turning over itself being close to the monster, remembering how easily he can be killed by these creatures, but another part of him, a much larger part, was enjoying how nervous he could make Stefan.

Stefan looked up at him, the two staring at each other before Stefan was taking a step back. "It's a lot. I mean, it can be a very," he paused, face turning bright red, he must have eaten a bunny recently, Felix thought distantly, "intimate. Especially if it is not dire circumstances, like someone bleeding out in front of you. I mean it's putting a bit of myself into you, it makes you connected in a strange way," he says, his voice somewhat quiet, before he was raising his wrist and biting into it for Felix.

Stefan still looked nervous as he held it out for him, "Don't worry, Stef, I bet you taste great," he grinned, baring his teeth like he was the vampire before holding the wrist up to his mouth and licking the dark liquid that was escaping the wound.