[ Her sideways glance does not escape his notice, and that urge to save her, to protect her... to truly be her defender rises all the more. Why he feels this way, he does not know, but perhaps in another life, he failed to save her and that was how they were parted. All he knows is that he will not allow such a thing to happen in this life.
It is all too clear that she has been hurt badly by others, and if only he could find who those others were and take them to task for their actions. But in this moment, he cannot do that, and there is nothing to say that he could in any circumstance, regardless of his desire to. So he contents himself with continuing to stroke her hair, as he has also noticed how she has responded to the gesture. If he can give her even the smallest amount of comfort and care, then he will.
But even as he strokes her hair, a worried expression comes to his face as he continues to survey her, watching for any serious signs that she is not well following his feeding upon her. It is a necessary thing, of course, but that does not mean he should act without care.
So when he notes the smile spreading across her face, he eyes her with unveiled confusion. Did she so truly wish to help him that she has drawn fulfillment and pleasure from the act of him finally feeding? And of course it stands to reason that she can heal her own wounds, as she has healed his, but he finds himself surprised regardless. ]
You are full of surprises, I think. [ It is not merely the act of healing that surprises him, but rather, the love in her eyes that he sees once she looks at him once again. But he is full of surprises himself, and although it is surely going to make her protest, he pushes himself up into a sitting position and reaches for her, taking hold of both hands so that he might pull her onto his lap, if she allows him to.
If not, he will satisfy himself with kissing every part of her that he can reach, but having her so close would certainly make that an easier endeavor. ]
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It is all too clear that she has been hurt badly by others, and if only he could find who those others were and take them to task for their actions. But in this moment, he cannot do that, and there is nothing to say that he could in any circumstance, regardless of his desire to. So he contents himself with continuing to stroke her hair, as he has also noticed how she has responded to the gesture. If he can give her even the smallest amount of comfort and care, then he will.
But even as he strokes her hair, a worried expression comes to his face as he continues to survey her, watching for any serious signs that she is not well following his feeding upon her. It is a necessary thing, of course, but that does not mean he should act without care.
So when he notes the smile spreading across her face, he eyes her with unveiled confusion. Did she so truly wish to help him that she has drawn fulfillment and pleasure from the act of him finally feeding? And of course it stands to reason that she can heal her own wounds, as she has healed his, but he finds himself surprised regardless. ]
You are full of surprises, I think. [ It is not merely the act of healing that surprises him, but rather, the love in her eyes that he sees once she looks at him once again. But he is full of surprises himself, and although it is surely going to make her protest, he pushes himself up into a sitting position and reaches for her, taking hold of both hands so that he might pull her onto his lap, if she allows him to.
If not, he will satisfy himself with kissing every part of her that he can reach, but having her so close would certainly make that an easier endeavor. ]