[ On some level deep down, he knows that she does not mean to be parted. How he knows that, he is unsure, but there is a small voice that is telling him that they will not be separated now that they have found each other. He certainly does not wish to let her go, although he would without a second's thought if he deemed it to be in her best interests. Still, if they are together, then he can care for her and protect her, and that seems more important to him than anything. Perhaps she feels the same, and it is that possibility that he holds onto. ]
I can scarcely imagine what I might have done in this life or any other life to deserve this. [ He has no qualms admitting that. Of course he feels undeserving of anything that could be remotely considered good. But undeserving and thankless are not the same things. ] I do not know what caused our paths to cross, whether it was fate or a particular blessing, but I am grateful that they did.
[ For his part, his expression falls just slightly as the conversation turns once more towards her urging him to eat as much as he needs. ] Surely you understand why I am hesitant. I do not wish to harm you, despite your reassurances that I will not. I- I am afraid that I will not be able to stop myself, and... You may not survive. [ That causes his throat to nearly close with fear and revulsion because of his needs, and for just a moment, he allows himself to rest against her unmoving while he wars with himself about what he ought to do.
Perhaps it is good that he is not sitting up at this moment, because if he were, he may well have lost his balance. He has deprived himself of what he needs, because of his reluctance to drink from her, and the effects of that have now begun to surface.
Even as her voice washes over him in a far different tone than she has used thus far, his eyes slide closed and his free hand moves to clasp the side of his head. Because he is lying down, the effects of the wave of dizziness that has settled in are not so apparent, but he is suddenly tense and not relaxed as he was just moments ago.
After a moment, his eyes slit open again, and their normal blue color appears slightly dimmed as he searches to meet her gaze once more. He does not answer aloud, as the words do not come, so he gives just the barest of nods which in turn sets the world spinning again.
Perhaps he was foolish to deprive himself for as long as he has, but the thought of drinking a living person's blood is all but unbearable to him. Still, he feels himself being pulled into giving a consenting answer, and there is no taking it back now. ]
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I can scarcely imagine what I might have done in this life or any other life to deserve this. [ He has no qualms admitting that. Of course he feels undeserving of anything that could be remotely considered good. But undeserving and thankless are not the same things. ] I do not know what caused our paths to cross, whether it was fate or a particular blessing, but I am grateful that they did.
[ For his part, his expression falls just slightly as the conversation turns once more towards her urging him to eat as much as he needs. ] Surely you understand why I am hesitant. I do not wish to harm you, despite your reassurances that I will not. I- I am afraid that I will not be able to stop myself, and... You may not survive. [ That causes his throat to nearly close with fear and revulsion because of his needs, and for just a moment, he allows himself to rest against her unmoving while he wars with himself about what he ought to do.
Perhaps it is good that he is not sitting up at this moment, because if he were, he may well have lost his balance. He has deprived himself of what he needs, because of his reluctance to drink from her, and the effects of that have now begun to surface.
Even as her voice washes over him in a far different tone than she has used thus far, his eyes slide closed and his free hand moves to clasp the side of his head. Because he is lying down, the effects of the wave of dizziness that has settled in are not so apparent, but he is suddenly tense and not relaxed as he was just moments ago.
After a moment, his eyes slit open again, and their normal blue color appears slightly dimmed as he searches to meet her gaze once more. He does not answer aloud, as the words do not come, so he gives just the barest of nods which in turn sets the world spinning again.
Perhaps he was foolish to deprive himself for as long as he has, but the thought of drinking a living person's blood is all but unbearable to him. Still, he feels himself being pulled into giving a consenting answer, and there is no taking it back now. ]