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˚˖𓍢ִ໋ there's the teeth phase. blunt canines can only go so far, incisors only so sharp meant to slice, rather than puncture. it's inefficient, and the body doesn't get what it needs that way. they aren't entirely new teeth so much as that they're changing. the aches are uncomfortable, gums raw as the secondary set fills in.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ she's reluctant to feed, at first. grace keeps trying food, to no avail. she's stubborn about it — tries rare meat to raw meat, but it's like trying to suck water out of a cloth. there's only so much it can work. it's not enough. she has to be coaxed into it, and even then, it's mostly the desperation that does it. the awareness that the longer she goes on without properly feeding, the harder it's going to be to control herself. at the root of it all, grace doesn't want to hurt anyone.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ grace is the kind of person to only feed under specific circumstances. a certain amount of time has to pass — she won't do back to back feedings, refusing to wear out whoever is helping her. and she won't do it without some sort of safety precaution in place. be it something that could kill her if necessary, or something that could stun her.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ learning how to eat properly is also a ... process. there's guilt and shame in that, in the mess, until she's taught better. she has to learn the sweeter spots to bite, and how to bite neatly without the brute force her blunt teeth had needed.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ all of this being said, there's no specific person that turns grace. it's all that mutated blood, in the end, that does it. she's been bathed in it basically, injested it, been injected, bitten — this is the effect of that. it's a gradual change over months.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ she's sun sensitive, but not sun vulnerable. not unless she's out in it for long amounts of time without protection. i.e.: sunscreen. big hats will also do the trick.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ feeding provides an intimacy she has sorely lacked for the last 8 years of her life. with no close friends or barely acquaintances, no real family connections, this is the closest grace has come to anything more than that. feeding isn't inherently romantic or sexual, but it is intimate. that's someone's life in her mouth, down her throat, keeping her alive. pulsing on her tongue. it would be jarring for her at first, and a little addicting. she has to work hard not to lean too much into it and take too much.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ she is prepping her feeding partners juice boxes and snacks always :) likes to have them stay a while, if they intend to leave, just so she can make sure they're alright and she didn't take too much.