he watched her carefully, intoxication painting her expression as the remnants of his blood pulsed through her. the sight made something stir in him–- something equal parts smug and possessive. his lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. not many had been granted this–- had fed from him so deeply, so intimately. it was rare, precious, dangerous. and now that he was sure it was chiyo beneath the surface of this girl, the moment struck harder. memories pressed against him like a flood, bittersweet and unrelenting. lifetimes of laughter, of nights that blurred into eternity, of watching everything he cherished eventually slip away while he remained–- and to see her again, even in this strange form, was a knife to his chest and a balm all at once.
the crimson sheen staining her lips caught his attention and without thought, his hand lifted. his thumb brushed gently across the curve of her lower lip, wiping the ichor away. for that single breath of time, the world stilled. no spinning, no chaos, just them suspended in an intimacy so sharp it was almost painful. but then her mouth found his neck once more, lips parting, fangs breaking through skin with practiced ease.
a low groan rumbled in his chest at the familiar sting, pleasure and ache tangled together. his fingers curled against his thigh, grounding himself as her feeding dragged him deeper into the haze. only when she finally pulled back did his eyes crack open, the glow within them burning the same crimson that stained her mouth.
she was watching him, concern threading through her features despite the hunger that had just been sated. that drew a chuckle from him, low and rich. “ you’re making sure i’m fine? ” he teased softly, voice roughened by the exchange. his head tilted lazily to the side, offering her a crooked smile as his hand rose again, this time to toy with a lock of her black hair. silky strands slipped between his fingers, wound around them in a slow, absent motion that felt more like worship than habit. “ i’m a vampire, little foxy … ” he reminded her, tone almost fond. “ this won’t kill me. not even close. ” a pause, his eyes narrowing slightly, the smirk returning as he studied the flush in her face, the faint tremor of satiation. “ tell me … was it s a t i s f y i n g? ”
even as he spoke, the first pangs of hunger began to stir in his own body–- a gnawing, inevitable consequence of what he had given her. he could already feel it gathering strength, waiting to crash into him like a storm. soon, he would need to hunt. a few victims, maybe more, depending on how deep she had taken from him. still, for now, with her scent clinging to him and her lips painted in the proof of his gift, everest let himself savor the moment.
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