Connie could keep the worst of it at bay, he was certain. It wouldn't be too terrible. And anyway, he was going to cheat a little. He put his hand in Cian's and kept his eyes on the other's as he pulled the Elder along to sit on the edge of his plush bed. Oh, what that bed had seen tonight. Chiyu's moans echoed in his head for a minute but he kept them from Cian.
Instead, he reminded the Elder of the night they had first met. It wasn't kind to kiss him when they'd just been arguing about Cian's lover but he did it anyway, blood following suit from secretive nicks of his fangs. Blood and power, letting the information flow between them. He kept the moon to himself, the face he was seeing, the horror he'd been experiencing when he woke. Those were secret. Instead, he let go of the things he felt for Cian - somewhere between childish envy and need, there was an odd broken heartedness that always bubbled up when he felt or heard Julian thinking about what the youngest of them thought 'should have been'.