⟡ ═══ ♛ ═══ ⟡ She can feel the fangs pierce the skin, feel the blood get sucked out, some drops sliding across pale skin. The sounds of swallowing penetrate the air with every mouth full he takes.
˙ “That’s it,” she murmurs, her other hand gently finding his hair, patting it to coax him. “Drink it.”
˙ She won’t put an end to him, no matter how he pleads and begs for it. She won’t let him wither away to nothing- LESS than nothing. She won’t let her precious childhood friend turn to nothing but a pile of stained dust. Even if it’s her DUTY to do that, she’ll find every damned way there is to prolong the inevitable.
˙ Never mind her duty as a hunter, this is her duty as his friend.
˙ She closes her eyes briefly, then opens them again. “That’s enough.” she’s gonna need a hot minute to regain the blood she’s lost. A smaller body might mean less blood, but at least her inhuman healing makes up for that. Don’t listen to the blood lust rather than her words, Ro. She’ll throw you if she’ll have to and you both know it. Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?
※ ═══ ♘ ═══ ※ Every swallow granted him relief in ways he couldn’t fully explain. As though the blood had dulled the harsher edges of hunger. But ever since he’d lost it that night with Yuuki, he’d promised himself he’d never let himself hit that low point again. The loss of control, unacceptable. So he kept eye contact with her, showing her he wasn’t letting the blood or the haze of it cloud his judgement. He’d paced it slow, easy, every draw of blood filling his mouth. It helped him keep him from getting overwhelmed by it. ❝... ❞
Her touch was a soothing one, briefly his eyes closed at the contact. Welcoming it.
At her words he carefully lifted his fangs from her skin, trying to lessen the pain since she never liked it. He licked at the twin puncture wounds, before tugging at his tie loose, wrapping it over the bite. She would heal but keeping it covered and slight pressure over it would quicken the process. He wiped the blood from his lips, despite every effort to keep in control he still didn’t fully trust his nerve. These senses of his hyper-fixated on every pulse, scent, movement. Shit was no joke and he’d never take any of it lightly. ❝Thanks...❞ He murmured, after a moment, there was that sense of calm finally settling over him. He wished they didn’t have to go through this, that there was another way. But as long as he couldn’t take those shitty tablets, he had to endure this. And burden those he loved while at it. Thanks, he hated it.
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