Any squeamishness Bones may have had was something he lost in his human days. Vampires made for nasty, mangled bodies, and even if they never survived, people still brought them to him. Still as corpses, barely breathing—those were the worst. All Leonard could do for them was grant them a swift end to their suffering, at best provide their loved ones with the comfort that they'd done their best. That he'd done everything he could.
It's very different with vampires, and it's very different when the bodies are very clearly, very purposely, carved and broken in just enough ways that they'll recover—and recover painfully. These are indeed a puzzle, a mess of limbs and flesh and teeth that really push the limits of Bones' knowledge of anatomy.
It's fucking awesome, in other words. The kind of shit that would have made his stomach turn once upon a time, now it's the kind of unspeakable horror that he can't get enough of as a vampire. It makes his blood sing, to piece the mystery together, to get things back in place in the right way, maybe even the best way—blood and flesh for vampires always heals in such interesting ways...
In other words, this'll keep him busy for a good week or two. Thanks, Lockwood! You're the best.
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It's very different with vampires, and it's very different when the bodies are very clearly, very purposely, carved and broken in just enough ways that they'll recover—and recover painfully. These are indeed a puzzle, a mess of limbs and flesh and teeth that really push the limits of Bones' knowledge of anatomy.
It's fucking awesome, in other words. The kind of shit that would have made his stomach turn once upon a time, now it's the kind of unspeakable horror that he can't get enough of as a vampire. It makes his blood sing, to piece the mystery together, to get things back in place in the right way, maybe even the best way—blood and flesh for vampires always heals in such interesting ways...
In other words, this'll keep him busy for a good week or two. Thanks, Lockwood! You're the best.