[The lips are enough to drive him into madness. Its the thumb that pulls him from the brink.]
[Finally, sense has caught up along with the rush of pain. The blood now no longer tastes so sweet, and he's suddenly nakedly conscious of everything. Silco's body against him. The wound on his neck. His own bites likely throbbing for the man who attacked him. What has he done? His body feels like its burning inside its own skin.]
[His eyes flare anew. Red eyes like the red apple the serpent forced down Eve's throat.]
[His chest heaving, Vergilius moves to again yank the man back by a fistful of hair, growling right into his face with a new line of teeth.]
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[Finally, sense has caught up along with the rush of pain. The blood now no longer tastes so sweet, and he's suddenly nakedly conscious of everything. Silco's body against him. The wound on his neck. His own bites likely throbbing for the man who attacked him. What has he done? His body feels like its burning inside its own skin.]
[His eyes flare anew. Red eyes like the red apple the serpent forced down Eve's throat.]
[His chest heaving, Vergilius moves to again yank the man back by a fistful of hair, growling right into his face with a new line of teeth.]
What the fuck have you done to me, Silco?