[ if angel were a breather, his chest would be rising up and down, but as it were, he's perfectly still. nothing's going on under that shield of skin, muscle and bone. the organs are still there, but they don't do anything; the heart doesn't beat and the lungs remain collapsed unless he needs to huff or sigh or is feigning breathing while around those who don't know he's a vampire and can't be told that he is.
his resolve falters and he grins, reaching down to snag her hand in his and bring it up to his lips to kiss the backs of her fingers. ] It'll do.
he's getting arrooooouuunnnd.
his resolve falters and he grins, reaching down to snag her hand in his and bring it up to his lips to kiss the backs of her fingers. ] It'll do.