[ Sebastian is so singularly focused on sating that hunger that what happens almost doesn't process on a logical level. It's more a blur of blood and his own pain, and a sense of emptiness as Peter manages to escape his grasp. He stumbles back and loses his balance as he falls to the ground, and as he catches himself, there's a kind of wet crack as another knuckle falls away. No more fingers, he thinks distantly.
But it's hardly even processed, because before he can push himself up, a hook catches him in his eye. Whatever pain there was from the hunger, the fingers, that too is quickly forgotten. This is just a game of ignoring the previous pains by escalating to something new.
It's a white hot flash of it that makes him seize up, the vision gone from the eye completely. That elegant composure is gone, completely given way to the very feral instincts of a demon. Sebastian says something that might be language, but it's dark and guttural. He reaches up to attempt to grab Jamie's arm, but without fingers, he can't exactly grip his arm to pull it off. ]
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But it's hardly even processed, because before he can push himself up, a hook catches him in his eye. Whatever pain there was from the hunger, the fingers, that too is quickly forgotten. This is just a game of ignoring the previous pains by escalating to something new.
It's a white hot flash of it that makes him seize up, the vision gone from the eye completely. That elegant composure is gone, completely given way to the very feral instincts of a demon. Sebastian says something that might be language, but it's dark and guttural. He reaches up to attempt to grab Jamie's arm, but without fingers, he can't exactly grip his arm to pull it off. ]