* 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐿 / HITAUS

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐬

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬          𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫         𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐬

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬          𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫         𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬

“Mi amor, creo que eres perfecto. Thank you for ever showing me the kindness you have.” Vaggie smiled, cupping her grilfriend’s face.

“It’s all for you, sugar!”

Just one bite, maybe another. No, she couldn’t– her eyes dart away from his view before taking another swig. The wine going down her pipes didn’t help– it was making her hunger worst. Her stomach wasn’t full and she never had a single drop of blood for a while. Why was this new craving starting up now? 

She wanted him– his blood, his lovely, DEVILISH blood that was pure red. She wanted to maybe give him a little smooch, a gift in return. After all, they both did work very hard.

There’s nary a sign of wavering fixation in his eyes at her attempt to deter his gaze. Blood tipped talons stretching and curling around his cane before a lone claw comes up and hooks itself just underneath the princesses chin. Tugging her gaze towards him once more, His smile is a bit darker now, all knifes and false warmth, hidden behind a false sense of formality. 

“I’m craving-- blood.”