[ As he feels himself fall against her, what little strength he had managed to gain fleeing from him once more, a sense of desperation surges inside him. There is more that I must say... More that I must tell her. It is difficult to form words when his head his spinning and his arms and legs feel as though they are made of lead, but he must make an attempt to respond to her.
From sheer force of will alone, he manages to form a few words, although it is not the answer he wished to give. ] Why do you trust me so? [ Why, when I cannot trust myself? He has given her no proof that he will do as he said, only his word, and what good are words if there are no actions behind them? Simply put, there has not been time for him to prove that he will do as he has promised, so it seems odd to him that she trusts him so readily. Perhaps it is not so odd considering their bond that has lasted over many lives, but in this life, he is someone to whom trust is easily given. ]
Lantaa. [ He internally curses himself and this sudden weakness that is keeping him from saying everything on his mind. All he can do is reach for her and try to grasp onto her hand as if that will keep him grounded as his senses try to run from him.
She gives an order for him to look at her, and despite his weakness and inability to move, the enticing tone in her voice stirs up strength from some hidden reserve and he manages to move his head slightly so that he is looking her in the eyes. Her touches on his lip and her tail brushing against his leg, and the way she continues brushing his hair, all form a spell of their own, and if not for the captivating tone in her voice, he might have let his eyes slide closed again and allow himself to drift off. He certainly feels weak enough to simply slide away into sleep, but it seem that his new (old) companion will not allow him to.
As her efforts continue, the ever-present battle inside him between his vampire side and his undamaged, unsullied side continues to rage, but the longer she talks and the more she touches him, giving him those brief but still meaningful brushes against his lips (a sensitive area, although he refuses to admit that), a different sort of haze falls over his eyes: not dim, and not overly bright either, but there is a hint of redness to it as he watches and listens to her. ]
I- [ A slight tension forms in his shoulders as the internal struggle continues. ] Please. [ It is the closest he will come to asking for her help, and even then, he does not use those exact words, merely that one word entreaty for her assistance.
A switch has seemingly been flipped, and the reticent man that refused to eat his fill even though he needed it has been replaced by another with no such reservations. ]
I want you... I want to taste you. [ If he were not driven by need and by the heady feeling brought on by her efforts to entice him, those words would make him recoil, but instead, he looks at her with desire and in a way, with love.
As if what some would call a bloodthirsty vampire is capable of loving another. ]
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From sheer force of will alone, he manages to form a few words, although it is not the answer he wished to give. ] Why do you trust me so? [ Why, when I cannot trust myself? He has given her no proof that he will do as he said, only his word, and what good are words if there are no actions behind them? Simply put, there has not been time for him to prove that he will do as he has promised, so it seems odd to him that she trusts him so readily. Perhaps it is not so odd considering their bond that has lasted over many lives, but in this life, he is someone to whom trust is easily given. ]
Lantaa. [ He internally curses himself and this sudden weakness that is keeping him from saying everything on his mind. All he can do is reach for her and try to grasp onto her hand as if that will keep him grounded as his senses try to run from him.
She gives an order for him to look at her, and despite his weakness and inability to move, the enticing tone in her voice stirs up strength from some hidden reserve and he manages to move his head slightly so that he is looking her in the eyes. Her touches on his lip and her tail brushing against his leg, and the way she continues brushing his hair, all form a spell of their own, and if not for the captivating tone in her voice, he might have let his eyes slide closed again and allow himself to drift off. He certainly feels weak enough to simply slide away into sleep, but it seem that his new (old) companion will not allow him to.
As her efforts continue, the ever-present battle inside him between his vampire side and his undamaged, unsullied side continues to rage, but the longer she talks and the more she touches him, giving him those brief but still meaningful brushes against his lips (a sensitive area, although he refuses to admit that), a different sort of haze falls over his eyes: not dim, and not overly bright either, but there is a hint of redness to it as he watches and listens to her. ]
I- [ A slight tension forms in his shoulders as the internal struggle continues. ] Please. [ It is the closest he will come to asking for her help, and even then, he does not use those exact words, merely that one word entreaty for her assistance.
A switch has seemingly been flipped, and the reticent man that refused to eat his fill even though he needed it has been replaced by another with no such reservations. ]
I want you... I want to taste you. [ If he were not driven by need and by the heady feeling brought on by her efforts to entice him, those words would make him recoil, but instead, he looks at her with desire and in a way, with love.
As if what some would call a bloodthirsty vampire is capable of loving another. ]