[ Lantaa merely nods to his resolution as she finds there is little she can say to counter his point. It does not seem to be pain in her eyes, but the fact of the matter is that he is feeding from her. He must take some of her life force to live. And while it can be replenished? The act is not what one might consider "normal." Yet, neither of them are truly normal. ]
Of course, Aymeric. [ Her tone is soft and gentle, but the sound of agreement in her voice. She knows that he will stop himself before harm comes to her, but she will most certainly act as that security he needs. ] Please... do what you need to be healthy.
[ Lantaa shifts closer to him in order to rest against his chest. She hopes the meaning of comes across--that she trusts him and has placed him in control of the situation. He may hold her as he wishes, eat from her as he needs, and do as he must to make himself in control of thr situation and his own instincts. She places one kiss near his lips before settling against him and in his arms.
Lantaa's gaze drops to her arm and his own gaze. She wonders if she even looks tantalizing or appetizing to him. Surely, her neck does, based on instincts alone. He had smiled before in regards to her asking if her blood was satisfying, but she still worries that perhaps her blood does not taste good, and that she is unappealing to his vampiric side... and maybe that is a part of why he hates the idea of feeding from her...
Her hand flexes and she leans against him entirely. Maybe one day she will be able to ask him without the idea causing him to recoil. ]
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Of course, Aymeric. [ Her tone is soft and gentle, but the sound of agreement in her voice. She knows that he will stop himself before harm comes to her, but she will most certainly act as that security he needs. ] Please... do what you need to be healthy.
[ Lantaa shifts closer to him in order to rest against his chest. She hopes the meaning of comes across--that she trusts him and has placed him in control of the situation. He may hold her as he wishes, eat from her as he needs, and do as he must to make himself in control of thr situation and his own instincts. She places one kiss near his lips before settling against him and in his arms.
Lantaa's gaze drops to her arm and his own gaze. She wonders if she even looks tantalizing or appetizing to him. Surely, her neck does, based on instincts alone. He had smiled before in regards to her asking if her blood was satisfying, but she still worries that perhaps her blood does not taste good, and that she is unappealing to his vampiric side... and maybe that is a part of why he hates the idea of feeding from her...
Her hand flexes and she leans against him entirely. Maybe one day she will be able to ask him without the idea causing him to recoil. ]