[ When Berserker pulls his wrist away from his mouth, Trevor lets him, lost in the flickering of colours within his line of sight and the gentle touch of fingers to his hair. Honestly, it's a good thing he remained calm throughout the feeding or else who knows what Trevor might have tasted through his blood.
But his eyes remain red, despite the calm sort of daze that's come over him, and he finds himself leaning for the dragon's hand, quietly seeking that gentle affection when slowed down as much as he now is.
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But his eyes remain red, despite the calm sort of daze that's come over him, and he finds himself leaning for the dragon's hand, quietly seeking that gentle affection when slowed down as much as he now is.
A hum, he lets his eyes fall shut, head bowing. ]
Mmmmmmyup. Feels... slow.