Re: Tasha, John, Open
“It goes in spells,” he admitted, the vampire’s eye contact drifting until he was looking out the window of Lucky’s past their reflections to the dark and somewhat dull surroundings. “When all’s’well it happens less. I have tricks, so they won’t remember.” The words slurred, but remained mostly intact. “When I’m—.” He broke off, at a loss for how to describe his occasional bouts of deep discontentment. It was an ache in the bones, a restlessness that seemed without end. “It’s like… being in a hole. A chasm. And then mistakes happen. Or if you share a meal and then the person you’re with’s very hungry.”