[ Distraught would be the most accurate way to describe it. A panic, a worry, and perhaps even a lack of understanding as to why he would not care for himself now that they had finally reunited. Even if he had refused to feed from her, and instead chose to live off rats and animals, he should at least care for himself in some manner. Otherwise he would wither away... and perish...
She gives a small smile to him. She wishes that he might find the will and drive to care for himself because he desires to continue to live--not merely because she has asked him to stay. He had asked her to come to his home, to seek shelter with him, and even before then asked her to try a mortal life once more. If anything? She exists and lives in this life because of his desire... which means she ought to care for him and herself to see his wish fulfilled.
The frame of mind is a delicate one to be certain. She does not wish to be simply substance. However, she would like to know that if he does need it from her, that it is appealing and desirable. The act of feeding from a living being is deplorable enough for him, and she would hate to be... well, disgusting on top of it. A delicate and odd frame of mind to be certain, however, it is the reality of their shared life. He is what he is, and she cannot change it, merely help him carry the burden.
Her arm twitches as one might when something collides with it, but she does not pull away. A blush takes her face at the gentleness, and rather frankly, the near sensuality of his motion compared to the last time he had taken blood from her. Her heart quickens, and he most certainly can feel it, but a glance will show that the blush on her face deepens as does the intensity in her gaze. There is no look of revulsion or disgust. Merely a gentle look intense look of love.
She then flexes her arm as she had before to encourage her blood to rise for him. Her ears twitch as her heartbeat thunders in her ears. ]
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She gives a small smile to him. She wishes that he might find the will and drive to care for himself because he desires to continue to live--not merely because she has asked him to stay. He had asked her to come to his home, to seek shelter with him, and even before then asked her to try a mortal life once more. If anything? She exists and lives in this life because of his desire... which means she ought to care for him and herself to see his wish fulfilled.
The frame of mind is a delicate one to be certain. She does not wish to be simply substance. However, she would like to know that if he does need it from her, that it is appealing and desirable. The act of feeding from a living being is deplorable enough for him, and she would hate to be... well, disgusting on top of it. A delicate and odd frame of mind to be certain, however, it is the reality of their shared life. He is what he is, and she cannot change it, merely help him carry the burden.
Her arm twitches as one might when something collides with it, but she does not pull away. A blush takes her face at the gentleness, and rather frankly, the near sensuality of his motion compared to the last time he had taken blood from her. Her heart quickens, and he most certainly can feel it, but a glance will show that the blush on her face deepens as does the intensity in her gaze. There is no look of revulsion or disgust. Merely a gentle look intense look of love.
She then flexes her arm as she had before to encourage her blood to rise for him. Her ears twitch as her heartbeat thunders in her ears. ]