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| Toran | Wednesday, 11. December 2013, 00:49 Post #101 |
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He tilted his head, it had never occurred to him that blood could have such different properties. I mean, the diet and exercise level, yes but it hadn't popped into his head that someone's blood could be richer. It was something to think on. He chuckled as she questioned him, smiling wider. "If you must know... I was considering the last time I sang to you, so to speak. And thinking that if we hadn't already enjoyed so much time, and I weren't quite so comfortable here nestled up with you, I'd enjoy singing for you again." It was the simple truth. He had no idea his blood was addictive. No idea that those who fed off it might find it so rich that they would battle to possess him. He was blissfully unaware of all of that. He merely knew he enjoyed her presence, and yes, her bite. That he was willing to let their relationship grow and develop further. He nodded thoughtfully and snuggled close to her, smiling and letting out a deep mmm of enjoyment at her presence. She was just cool enough to absorb his heat, and he loved that. It meant that he could always feel where she was when she leaned against him. He hadn't particularly noticed she was warmer than many other kindred, because he'd spent little time around other kindred while in his right mind. Nor had he touched the ones he did spend time with, like at the meeting. Edited by Toran, Wednesday, 11. December 2013, 00:50.
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 11. December 2013, 01:09 Post #102 |
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It was very addictive, very tempting, so very tempting. Though, she was allowed to bite, allowed to taste, and so she would settle for that because he gave her so much more than just his blood, as sweet as it was, and she wanted to hang onto all of it. Even if, for more reasons than one, a part of her wished he'd been hers. However, the Brujah still saw him as an individual, a man. Not a thing to be traded or stolen. And luckily, so did his Domitor from what Toran had told he. And from what little interaction she'd had with Sawyer, she had a feeling the man now in her arms was right to trust that. He had, after all, allowed her to keep seeing his Ghoul and that wasn't something all Kindred would be inclined to agree to. "Mmm... maybe tomorrow?" the Swede smiled at him, knowing she would enjoy it far too much to even pretend she'd turn him down if he offered. "I mean, if you have the energy for it" Lucy grinned, seeing as he'd already exhausted himself several times over already, leaving both of them in a wonderful state of relaxed bliss where moving was simply too much damn effort. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 11. December 2013, 01:17 Post #103 |
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The man chuckled softly, a deep rumbling sound and rubbed her back, keeping her against him. "It's a date" He promised with a lusty grin. In this case it was a tired lust. One well used and tucked comfortably into bed with a partner, warm and for now, satiated. He was thoroughly happy to have this beautiful vampire resting against him. He was somewhat amused to realize he was older than her. She had said so. Granted she looked younger than him, but in his head, vampires were these immortal beings. Cheating death, living long lives on stolen blood. Or freely given. He wondered if Lucy ever considered finding a few other people, like him, male or female or whatever, and just building a willing group of donors. Removing the need to hunt, just, rotating them in turn so none grew too anemic. It seemed a sensible plan. He yawned, a jaw opening muscle popping belly yawn that shook the room and sounded much like a wind turbine starting up. Blushing in minor embarrassment he kissed the top of her head against and rested his jaw on her hair, his eyes almost closing on their own. She really was just the most wonderful snuggle bud. Just, the perfect temperature. Never too hot. Never too cold. And she didn't throw her elbows around when she slept. He wondered idly, half asleep, where that thing about the coffins and graveyard dirt came from? |
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| Lucy Fehrer | Wednesday, 11. December 2013, 01:27 Post #104 |
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Hopefully, he would never find himself in a position where he'd find that out. Lucy was likely to suffer some kind of horrible death before she'd allow him to fall into the hands of the creatures who'd spawned those legends. Though, those were thoughts that had no place in the mind of the vampire who closed her eyes and allowed herself to rest in his arms, listening to his heartbeat and steady breathing while daylight came creeping up on them. "Warm..." the word was a smiling whisper from pale lips and then she was gone, lost to the death that took her each morning as the sun rose above the horizon and woke the creatures whose life was still natural. Where as the Kindred fell completely silent and still as all strength drained from her body and left but a corpse. |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 11. December 2013, 01:30 Post #105 |
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Toran barely heard her whispered word. His own mind was already drifting into a fragile mortal sleep. He barely had the thought to reach out, find his phone and set it to wake him in 6 hours, so he could run his shop for a time before sunset. Then he was out. It didn't occur to him that he should feel weird cuddling a warmed corpse. That her limp form was odd, peculiar or somehow revolting. To him, she was just Lucy. His Lilbit, asleep for the day. He was amazed by how easily his mind found taking this dark world, when he found a star like her shining. He just smiled sleepily and drifted off. The advantage of a lover who doesn't breath, and feels fatigue only in the mental aspects.... they could really let you wear yourself down if they wanted too. |
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