[A taste. His lips touch Jack's and the demon rises eagerly into the promise of life. Rich, heady-- and like liquid lightning. The light kiss burns like electricity and molten fire, and hurts in a soul-deep way. Thomas jerks away, burned, and stares down at Jack in something like utter disbelief. His lip is burned, blistered by the momentary contact, but he still manages to speak as he brings a finger up to touch the burn.]
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Date: 2011-11-10 05:53 am (UTC)You're really big on surprises, aren't you?