#dayzarin

she's no stranger to vampire town by now, the hunch of an outbreak happening had brought claire all the way here months prior and her teaming up with its fellow sheriff had admittedly lingered in her mind longer than she had anticipated - combined with the promise that she would have been back for a tattoo drawn by the sheriff himself? well, she couldn't really say no. so her thighs are exposed for blade to work on, her arms already way too covered for the one she's chosen this time. "i want it over here, not too big," a cross, like the one she had seen on sejm when everything seemed lost; claire had begged god back then but didn't find much religion on her return. she figures if vampires are real, her situation can only get worse.

she doesn't mind the slight lack of boundaries between them - her leg is bent on his shoulder, inner thigh exposed where she wants the cross to be. it's a shitty place in retrospect, but then again it works so well with the fact that the experience itself was shit too. gaze locks in on the needle going up and down, mixture of ink and blood on porcelain skin. it makes claire wonder if it feels incredibly intimate for blade too, to be so close despite not doing much; but she can sense it in the almost imperceptible stutter of his hand, the way breath hold just for a bit before exhaling again. "mhm. looks pretty good," she's not even actually looking at the tattoo when he's done, her gaze way too focused on the flex of his muscles as he puts his stuff away.

"guess i'll have to start thinking about what i want next," playful in tone, knee still bent over his shoulder as her mind replays the last time she teased him and he gave in, teeth scraping against delicate skin in a way that clouded claire's mind oh so nicely. she knows what comes next if she pushes buttons hard enough, her body being brought over to the table without breaking a sweat. panties pulled to the side, there's a gasp pushing past lips as blade slides into her - nails immediately digging into her ass for a better angle as her hand finds the back of his head. "i know you want it," she's a quick learner, can tell when her blood is doing things to him by now.