[ Perhaps he will always have some level of uncertainty and insecurity about taking the actions he must in order to remain healthy. But he imagines that if he were to neglect himself, she would not be happy. She might even be distraught. Before he met her, he would have contemplated such a thing, but meeting her and being reminded that they have shared many lives together has given him reason to continue rather than giving up.
He may not care overly much for himself, but he does want to see her be happy and content. If his still being here does that for her, then that is reason enough. ]
Then I shall, because you have asked. [ He wonders privately if one such as himself can ever really be healthy, but he leaves that comment unsaid. Even so, the thought that he might not feed from her and simply hold her and share in this moment with her is sounding rather loudly in his thoughts. Perhaps it would distress her to know that he does not look upon her as one would their food. He only sees the woman who has consented to remain with him even with his rather distasteful present identity.
She is far more than he deserves, and when he looks at her, he marvels at her physical beauty but her inner one as well.
Perhaps the reason why he recoils from the idea of describing the taste of her blood is that he feels doing so would diminish who she is, as he knows she is far more than someone from whom he feeds. But if she were to ask him again, he would say that he does enjoy the taste and her appearance.
And with that thought in the back of his mind, he lightly presses a fang against her skin until a small hole forms. Then he presses his lips against her and rather than drinking as one would from a vessel, he lightly traces the area with the tip of his tongue. Better to start slowly than to jump right in, or so he believes. ]
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He may not care overly much for himself, but he does want to see her be happy and content. If his still being here does that for her, then that is reason enough. ]
Then I shall, because you have asked. [ He wonders privately if one such as himself can ever really be healthy, but he leaves that comment unsaid. Even so, the thought that he might not feed from her and simply hold her and share in this moment with her is sounding rather loudly in his thoughts. Perhaps it would distress her to know that he does not look upon her as one would their food. He only sees the woman who has consented to remain with him even with his rather distasteful present identity.
She is far more than he deserves, and when he looks at her, he marvels at her physical beauty but her inner one as well.
Perhaps the reason why he recoils from the idea of describing the taste of her blood is that he feels doing so would diminish who she is, as he knows she is far more than someone from whom he feeds. But if she were to ask him again, he would say that he does enjoy the taste and her appearance.
And with that thought in the back of his mind, he lightly presses a fang against her skin until a small hole forms. Then he presses his lips against her and rather than drinking as one would from a vessel, he lightly traces the area with the tip of his tongue. Better to start slowly than to jump right in, or so he believes. ]