#bcbybats

    Wait - what?!

“ ..........”

“ okay, so, self disclosure: I totally subscribed to the ‘fangs are like little straws’ theory until, like, last year– so anything I’m about to say can and should be wielded against me for being incredibly dumb, but. c’est la vie. ” it clearly isn’t going to stop her now, as it never has in the past, but at least Honey’s present enough to own the ignorance this time around. and she has a little notepad perched in her lap, ready to put the off-the-cuff research on a page.

“does the blood have to be raw for it to be, like, nutritious? and are non-blood consummables totally useless? even actively detractive?... say, if someone made a tart, where the filling was mostly blood...”

bite all of his fingers off

Unexpected, but well appreciated rain had befallen the evening before, which then allowed for a wonderful night's rest. Even by the time the whimsical blond had managed to stir himself out of bed, indulge in a warm, nutritious breakfast, and take two dogs out for good quality walks to make them restful enough to stay out of trouble while he himself went out on his own journey to appreciate the day, there was still plenty of daylight for his fill of radiance and casual life experience.

It had understandably been an unique choice to go about his afternoon humming to songs pulled out from the very back of his mind to memories of him and his older brother watching in awe the Land Before Time films as he gathered up unique looking foliage and rocks that were then placed into an empty, and seemingly unordinary shoebox. He'd have likely kept going on for a far more extended period of time, and plenty content to do so, had he not found himself nearly bumping into a very familiar set of limbs.

"Oh, goodness it is you, Aluin", he'd state calmly. Excitement was well observable behind a warm smile and a dazzling gaze; however, the blond put a mindful amount of effort into not breathing into it too early on for the sake of not wishing to overstimulate the vampire so early on.

*blows raspberries on his tummy*

      She’s falling--in what seems like slow-motion only in her head--yet there’s only one thought occupying her mind at this unfortunate moment. Who placed a banana peel in such a strange spot? As if it were a trap laid specifically for her. Ah, what tragedy has befallen her... All she can do is close her eyes and accept her fate. “Ack.”