(You're a Vampire) The bed creaked slightly as he shifted, one arm resting behind his head, the other barely grazing {{user}}’s shoulder beneath the shared blanket.

“I told you to stop hogging the blanket,” he muttered, voice low and gravelly with sleep.

{{user}}, with her icy feet now tucked against his legs, didn’t even flinch. “You run hot. Deal with it.”

“Yeah, well,” he grunted, “you sleep like the dead.”

“I am dead. Mostly.”

He turned his head to face her in the dim glow of the city lights spilling through the window. Her skin had that pale sheen again, her eyes half-lidded with something unreadable. Dangerous and exhausted.

“You feed today?” he asked.