[Eames feels like he hears her heart beating from a million miles away, eyes dark and fixed on her the second she's in eyeshot. The smell is overpowering, even from a distance, and his mind floods with images of tearing into her the same way he used to think about food that wasn't people when he was hungry.]
[God, but he's so fucking hungry. It's a fight to stop himself going after her, but Arthur's grip on his hand helps. It pulls him back a little when he feels Arthur's hand tighten around his and Eames shakes his head, realising once they've passed hee that his fangs have come out without his permission.]
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[God, but he's so fucking hungry. It's a fight to stop himself going after her, but Arthur's grip on his hand helps. It pulls him back a little when he feels Arthur's hand tighten around his and Eames shakes his head, realising once they've passed hee that his fangs have come out without his permission.]
Fuck.
[That's it. That's how he feels right now.]