( his consciousness is swimming, his focus yielding. he barely has the strength or will to lift his eyes to her, even with as black as his mood has been since he woke up in this barren town. he hears her speak, hears her vein, scents the blood in the air, but it's only when the fragrance of her skin intermingles with the sudden, sweet taste of her blood on his tongue that he realizes what she intends.
in short, something euphoric. and nourishing, by design.
his lips open over the dripping wound, tongue soft and wet, both ravenous and possessing. he reaches to cradle her wrist, mindful not to waste any as he savors and swallows the rich elixir, pulling with sensual, greedy tugs of his mouth; a low growl of hunger and satisfaction leaves him.
he wants to bite into her skin. he wants to pull her close and sink his teeth into her neck. he considers the fanciful pleasure of both as strength and sense return to him, and settles on laving his tongue over her closing pulse once more before he pulls back. lashes low over blown pupils ringed with gold, he licks the blood lingering on his lips. his thumb slips into the center of her palm.
his eyes clear to blue as they meet hers, and a shiver of realization runs up his spine. )
cw: bloodsharing. it's sexual.
in short, something euphoric. and nourishing, by design.
his lips open over the dripping wound, tongue soft and wet, both ravenous and possessing. he reaches to cradle her wrist, mindful not to waste any as he savors and swallows the rich elixir, pulling with sensual, greedy tugs of his mouth; a low growl of hunger and satisfaction leaves him.
he wants to bite into her skin. he wants to pull her close and sink his teeth into her neck. he considers the fanciful pleasure of both as strength and sense return to him, and settles on laving his tongue over her closing pulse once more before he pulls back. lashes low over blown pupils ringed with gold, he licks the blood lingering on his lips. his thumb slips into the center of her palm.
his eyes clear to blue as they meet hers, and a shiver of realization runs up his spine. )