[It's a week, roughly, into the start of the new month. The mass-chaos wrought in the wake of half of the Peninsula becoming Shades is all-too-soon swept under the rug as the locals piece their lives back together, recovering what they can before the next wave hits inevitably in a few weeks time. It's around this time, too, that new monsters would begin sprouting their new monster parts all over, so there's little time for them to breathe. Constant vigilance was the name of the game; or, perhaps, you've just been here so long you're apathetic to the whole thing. If you die you die, and somehow you've lived this long...
Pure Vanilla's disappearance in the last days of the madness struck Sparkling as unsettling, then deeply worrying when he simply didn't turn back up. It didn't take much thought to guess what might have happened to him, but...just entertaining the idea made him sick. Pure Vanilla, one of the genuinely sweetest among them...it couldn't be. And unfortunately, with his memory of the events still returning to him, there was little he or Caviar could do but wait until he either showed back up, or...
Well. Revived. And that's exactly what had happened, just three days ago. Pure Vanilla was alive and well again of course, but that didn't mean the fact he'd died hadn't affected them all. Caviar, Sparkling, and Pure Vanilla had all taken the time to sit and talk about what transpired, not just his demise but also the fact that Sparkling and Caviar both had gone on an unchecked rampage the entire week...it was a mess. Humiliating. And it would stand as yet another of one of the worst weeks Sparkling would weather for some time, and he wasn't even lucid for most of it.
At present, it's early morning. Too early to really be considered such since the sun hasn't come up yet. For Sparkling, it's the last remaining hours of his "day" he has before he goes to sleep for the day, having closed the bar around 4 am for the evening. He's tired, but it's of his own making. He'd thrown his all into work today, not wanting a single moment of time to be spent on thinking about anything else. It was hard, facing the public after knowing what all he'd done, but it was the best he could do right now to make amends. Force a smile, serve the public. Move on.
As far as he's aware, Caviar and Pure Vanilla are in their rooms. Pure Vanilla would probably be asleep still at this hour, though Caviar may not be since he and Sparkling are both nocturnal...regardless, he tries to keep his steps light as he drags himself to his apartment, though no amount of care would likely be enough to avoid ears as well trained as Pure Vanilla's. Footfalls on wood, then carpet, then the sound of a door opening and shutting.
[Sadly, Pure Vanilla wasn't asleep. Even though they had talked it out, and even though he had seen many on the network simply act like nothing had happened, Pure Vanilla still felt haunted by the events. His death, yes, but the memory of Sparklings shared pain, of Caviars rage. Of the woman who chose to simply end it, rather than live another moment with despair so great, she was ecstatic at the end to move into the darkness.
And so he lays in his bed, in his own darkness, replaying events. Trying to force what if's away. Could he have quelled Caviars rage, if he had simply said something else? Could he have fully eased Sparklings grief, if he had simply tried harder?
His thoughts are interrupted by the light sound of footsteps, turning his head a little to listen better. Sparklings. His movements are light, his claws click on wood, snag slightly on carpet. The door opens and shuts, and Pure Vanilla hesitates. He doesn't currently know the time, but the internal clock of his says it's early. Or late, depending. He should leave the other be, let him rest.
But the memory of Sparklings tears tracking down Pure Vanilla's face makes him move. Toss his covers off and stand, quickly get a little more decent than what he was, and slowly make his way out of his room. He makes sure to keep the sound of his door quiet as he opens and closes it, then guides himself to Sparklings room with his hand on the wall. And when he reaches the door he hesitates again, before gently knocking on it. Soft enough to be heard, but not loud enough to startle.]
Sparkling Cookie? [It's late, are you all right? Would you like some company? Is this a bad time? Would you like to be left alone? Too many questions and Pure Vanilla's words falter for a moment.] May we talk?
[It's probably telling of Sparkling's current mental state that upon entering his apartment, the first thing he'd been planning to do was heat up a container of blood to drink. Typically a part of his day as a normal thing, since he's gotten used to drinking it daily so the hunger doesn't sneak up on him (and it is calming to his instincts, in a strange sort of way he doesn't even try to explain to people), but definitely something he's leaning on right now in an effort to curb the stress sitting in his chest. It isn't going to get rid of it, not by a long shot, but it should help if nothing else...
He doesn't quite make it to the fridge before he's stopped by the soft knock at his door, his ears swiveling back as he hears Pure Vanilla's voice through the wood. He has to gently hush Cheesecake, who had immediately gotten far too excited this early at the sound of one of the cookies coming to the door, but that isn't quite enough to stop her from pitter-pattering her way to greet Pure Vanilla long before Sparkling even gets the door open. He very gently nudges her back a little with his foot before pulling the door open, just barely managing to coax her into a sit on the carpet despite the fact she seems fit to vibrate out of her icing.]
Shhh, shh Cheesecake. ...of course, Pure Vanilla. Come in.
[The door creaks as Sparkling opens it further, reflexively extending the tip of a wing for the other to hold onto if he'd like as he steps inside.]
[Cheesecake will always bring a little smile to Pure Vanilla's face, no matter the circumstances. The puppy is pure sweetness. And he'll turn that small smile to Sparkling when the other opens the door, and perhaps its telling that he's gotten used to Sparkling offering his wing, that he seems to know it's offered as the door opens further.
Reaching out, he finds it and gently curls his fingers around it, letting Sparkling help him into the room, stepping carefully so he doesn't accidentally make all of this worse by stepping on a tiny paw.]
No, you didn't. Please, if this is a bad time, let me know and we may talk later. I only wished to check up on you.
[Early. That gives Pure Vanilla context. Sparkling has been working far longer than he should be, pushing himself. Doing as he did, in those memories Pure Vanilla saw. Block the pain, bottle it, shove it aside and try to move forward.]
And, too, if I interrupted anything, I can come back later.
[Cheesecake thankfully has finally learned to not get up under monster claws for the most part, having been stepped on by Sparkling one too many times accidentally as she sweeps out from under them and charges towards the couch, leaping up onto it so she can perch there and wag her tail at them as they come in with Sparkling nudging the door shut behind Pure Vanilla. The marzipan she wears is pulling double duty keeping that couch mostly clean...mostly.
Sparkling, even if Pure Vanilla can't see it, has the decency to look sheepish at that question as he walks with him into the den, his ears laying back against his bouncy hair.]
Oh no, ah...I was just preparing dinner for myself, actually. Not an altogether pleasant process though for a guest, I would imagine...
[Urgh. Suddenly he's a bit self conscious about whether or not Pure Vanilla might be able to smell it if he heats some up now...]
But that can wait. It isn't as if I haven't fed recently enough that I need it right now.
[The little sound of tiny cake paws on the floor lets Pure Vanilla know where Cheesecake has ran to, and he can't help a little wry smile at that. Spoiled girl, she knows she's going to get Pure Vanilla sitting beside her soon. Though the expression fades as he learns he's interrupting Sparklings dinner.]
Ah, no, please, don't let me stop you. You should eat regularly, and especially with-
[He stops. Especially with the recent events. He doesn't need to mention them. Instead he squeezes Sparkings claw gently, his expression softening.]
You must make sure you take care of yourself, Sparkling Cookie. Eat, my friend.
[Though... old blood. That must be awful? Old jam goes rancid after a while, does not blood do the same? Pure Vanilla doesn't mind what he may smell, if Sparkling heats it up, but... surely it's not the greatest for those who need fresh food?
Like Pure Vanilla knows he himself will soon require.]
... Actually, forgive me if I over step, but would not fresh blood be better?
[For Sparkling, it's a necessary evil. On those days he picks up donations from the local blood bank, he is able to drink fresh blood for a few days. But once that time is up, it does begin to get stale...and as you can imagine, you can't really just "heat up" blood like you would a tv dinner and expect it to behave the same. Coagulation is a thing, and it is...not terribly pleasant. But since he tries to stock up for a few weeks, if not a month at a time...it is what it is.
And tonight's portion is, in fact, old. It will satisfy his needs, but it won't completely quell the hunger. For that, he would need to feed from a human, and...he would like to stave that off for as long as he can in general, but especially this month.
Sparkling gives a low, affirmative sound as he guides Pure Vanilla to sit on the couch, trusting Cheesecake to not get right up under where he's going to sit. The question he asks as they make their way isn't surprising, and at first Sparkling launches into his usual explanation.]
No no, it's alright. You're right, it is better for me generally...but I usually only get it when I'm stocking up for the month. Or on those occasions I have to...
[Well. You know.]
Indulge. But those are few and far between at least.
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[So he thought. He lets himself be guided, eventually sitting carefully - one hand sweeping behind him to make sure there's no puppy - before settling himself in with a soft thank you. But... no. Sparkling needs something fresh, after all of this. Reaching a hand out, he gently finds Cheesecake to pet her before she can get huffy and force her way into his lap, pondering what he's about to offer. To not offer it doesn't even cross his mind. Sparkling is his friend, and he's sure the last time he experienced being bitten was only painful due to the circumstances. The anger, the conflict.
He knows Sparkling would never hurt him.
And Sparkling may know Pure Vanilla well enough now to know that expression that crosses his face, even before his mouth opens.]
If it is not too forward, and if it doesn't bother you, allow me to offer [Myself? That seems... ignore the faint color Sparkling, you see nothing, though Pure Vanilla is aware he's blushing cause human skin gets warm over it, and for a moment he flusters as he tries to find a way to say this without it sounding wrong.] a drink?
[No that sounds sort of bad too and Sparkling gets the privilege of seeing Pure Vanilla revert back to school years.]
My apologies, it seems it's hard to offer what I mean to, without it coming off vaguely indecent.
[Even though Pure Vanilla has scarcely been in Ryslig a month so far...Sparkling has come to learn the former cookie's mannerisms well. Well enough to know that nothing good (or perhaps, too much good at his own expense) can come from that expression. Sparkling knows better than to protest before he's even opened his mouth, yet the trepidation of what he might be about to say still lingers as he pauses mid-step towards the kitchenette.
...ah. Somewhere, deep down, Sparkling had wondered if that might be what he was going to suggest...yet another part of him hoped that maybe he would have the reservation to simply not voice it. It seems that he was wrong there, as Pure Vanilla says it anyway, albeit with a bit of difficulty finding the words. And while Sparkling doesn't blush- you can't, not when you're dead really- he does feel his ears folding back once again. It's less even because of the nature of feeding, despite how much Sparkling knows that can get...well. The situation varies, depending on how thirsty he is, but still...
It's more that Pure Vanilla is scarcely a few days out of the metaphorical grave, and here he is offering himself up to be fed on!?]
I- [Give Sparkling a moment to find his voice himself, PV.] ...it...it doesn't bother me at all, no, it...it's less that, and more...
[He shakes his head, bringing up one of his wingtips to pull the claws through his hair.]
I really don't want to hurt you. Or...or...there's always the risk of going too far, and I...
[Well. He hardly needs to tell Pure Vanilla what that might entail.]
[I don't want to hurt you, or go too far. Yes, Pure Vanilla knows the outcome of that, and he keeps his hand from raising to the side he had been bitten before. Because... he trusts Sparkling, and the absolutely fond look he throws the other Cookie-turned-Vampire says that.
Both of them are looking out for him so hard..]
You will not hurt me, Sparkling.
[Not a command or a direction. His tone of voice, the smile, it all says he has utmost faith in Sparkling, that he will be gentle and kind. And that when he's had enough to sate, he will pull away. He holds his hands up, palms upwards, an offer.]
I came here when I heard you return to your room, to check in on you, to perhaps scold you into taking more care of yourself. You have been treating yourself roughly, and knowing now what I do about your planned dinner... [He shakes his head.] You have taken care of me here, my friend. You fussed and fret when I returned. Allow me to fuss and fret as well? I can offer this.
[Oh on the contrary Pure Vanilla, this is going to hurt no matter what. Maybe not a pain he won't be able to stand, but pain nonetheless...Sparkling breathes out slowly, because he knows that though Pure Vanilla would eventually take no for an answer if Sparkling refused...he would be very hard pressed to. He's offering because he wants to help, and honestly this would not be the first time he's had to feed on a fellow monster in an emergency.
...but does Pure Vanilla count, just yet? Sparkling has to wonder.
After a moment of deliberation, Sparkling moves back to the couch to scoop Cheesecake up in his arms.]
...give me just a moment to put Cheesecake to my room.
[If they're going to actually do this, he doesn't want there to be any interruptions. If he slipped, or was startled, he could actually do some real harm.
The sounds of excited dog snuffling recede along with Sparkling's footsteps down the hall, a door opening and closing as she's shuffled into the bedroom. A few moments later the Vampire returns, and Pure Vanilla will feel the couch cushions depress as Sparkling sits down beside him where Cheesecake was a moment prior.]
[Sparkling is right. Should he have said no, Pure Vanilla would have instantly dropped it, and never brought it up again. He refuses to push his friend into something he might regret later, or cause him pain. But he can't not offer, not when it may benefit Sparkling. Short term or in the long run.
He waits, patiently, as silence falls, before he hears Sparkling moving forward and feels the small cakepup be scooped up.]
Of course.
[The time alone allows Pure Vanilla to think. To tell himself that the bite from the other during that horrid event was only because he was a shade. And full of anger and the desire to hurt. To steady nerves that cause his pulse to rise. He presses his hands together and exhales slowly, a little surprised at how jittery he is. Perhaps he's a little more shook up over the prior happenings than he thought.
Thankfully Sparklings return keeps him from worrying too much and he turns his head to smile at him when he sits beside him, reaching out until he finds one of Sparklings wing claws to curl his fingers lightly around it.]
I would not have offered were I not. Would it help if I promise to tell you to stop if I feel uneasy?
[Because the last thing he wants is for Pure Vanilla to just put up with this even if he decides halfway through that he isn't okay with it, actually. And for what it's worth, Sparkling knows it won't hurt him badly. He may feel a bit dizzy from the blood loss, provided Sparkling is able to regulate how much he consumes. Which...is always a challenge, when the instincts are at the forefront. What he doesn't tell him is that he can hear his heartbeat right now as loud as if he were resting his ear to his chest. It's a trait he has, the ability to hear the blood rushing through his prey's very veins.
He can feel saliva pooling in his mouth at the thought of it, and he has to really steel himself to shake that feeling long enough to keep going. He will keep his senses. He refuses to lose them, not when Pure Vanilla's very life could be at stake here.
So, once he feels Pure Vanilla holding onto one of his "hands", he'll use his other to hook the claws along his shoulder, letting the former cookie know exactly where he is at any given time.]
...now. I am going to feed from your neck. You'll feel a sharp pain, just for a moment...but I will do my best not to linger. The moment you tell me you need me to stop, I will stop. I promise.
[Of course, it's not...just going to be so simple as Sparkling biting him. There's a process that goes into it, but...well. He can't exactly explain that. It just happens.
Pure Vanilla will feel Sparkling's wing move a little further, curving around his back, now. It's a bit of an odd positioning...like Sparkling might adopt if he were holding a lover, pulling him in against his chest.]
Then I promise, shall I find it too much, I will ask you to stop.
[And though he doesn't wish to hurt Sparkling (ha), if Sparkling can't stop himself, Pure Vanilla will fight it. He won't let his friend fall. Though he doubts he could throw the other off, a struggle might snap him to his senses. The claw along his shoulder makes him smile in appreciation. Especially when it's accompanied by the words. A step by step of what will happen, what he will feel. It helps ease the last of the nervousness, tension going out of Pure Vanilla's shoulders as he nods.
... Though it promptly comes back, but mostly in surprise, when he suddenly feels the wing along his back and he's pulled in. Good luck trying to get any blood from him as it all rushes to his face. He has never been held like this. Hugged, yes. Back-breakingly so. Comradely touches, leaning in against each other on cold nights.
This is certainly a new experience and Pure Vanilla seems, for a moment, more flustered than when he had tried to find a non-suggestive offer of his blood. The question goes in one ear and out the other for a moment, before he realizes he was asked it and nods.]
I-.. yes, I'm ready.
[Though he will also tilt his head to a certain side, offering the side of his neck to Sparkling that hadn't been bitten before. Reaching his free hand up, he curls his fingers around his hair to brush and pull it out of the way for him. His heart is beating rapidly.]
[So he says. Yet, Sparkling can hear the frantic pulse of his heart, and it gives him away. Pure Vanilla is nervous, plain and simple. Sparkling would be worried if he wasn't, though. Even if Sparkling were someone he'd known all his life, trusted completely and utterly...it wouldn't be enough to entirely calm the nerves over being bitten and having your blood drained and consumed. It's frightening. Unnerving. Which is why Sparkling is going to try to make this as easy as he can...
And, really, it's probably going to be nothing like Pure Vanilla actually expects.
They're at a position now where Sparkling doesn't have to do much to get Pure Vanilla into position. A little nudge here, gently tilting his head a bit further there with the curve of a claw beneath his chin. Then, Sparkling's ears twitch as he listens again for his pulse. He pinpoints the jugular first, right where blood pumps the hardest and strongest, before leaning down to tuck his face into the hollow between neck and shoulder.
The bite is quick. Sparkling won't linger and draw it out, taking advantage of how sharp and needle-like his incisors are. It enables him to puncture the vein just slightly, enough that he can drain without causing Pure Vanilla to just bleed out helplessly. And since Sparkling has done this several times now, he's able to quickly cover the mark with his mouth to prevent any blood from escaping. His lips form a seal, and...there's no other way to explain it. It will feel very much like a firm kiss, or- to be more accurate- someone sucking a hickey into the side of his neck as Sparkling feeds, his shoulders hunching the instant that first bit of blood hits his tongue.
He's no longer a cookie, make no mistake...but he swears that his blood is sweet. Sweeter than other kinds he's had. Though, that could just be the starved predator in him talking, estatic over finally getting to have what it wants.]
[Nervous, yes, but not entirely for the reasons Sparkling is thinking of. A soft exhale as his head is tilted further, the touch soft and reassuring enough he calms further. He holds the position expectantly, staying as still as he dares. When Sparkling tucks his face in, Pure Vanillas heart jumps, as he anticipates the pain.
And... it's nothing like he thought it would be, it's true. The bite is sharp and shocking, enough to get a quick inhale but it's not the burning pain he was expecting. Quick pinpricks of pain. And then Sparklings lips are on his neck, and Pure Vanillas brain short circuits. The suction is nowhere near what he experienced before, and the tongue pressing to coax more out.
It's not bad at all, and Pure Vanilla's brain isn't sure what to do with the sensation.
It's actually almost pleasant? In a strange way that he really doesn't want to analyze right now.
Letting his breathing calm, he moves his free hand to the back of Sparklings neck, laying it there lightly. A soft reassurance that it's still all right.. The other retains hold of that claw, squeezing gently.]
[If Sparkling really wanted to, he probably could have potentially gotten away with using his powers on Pure Vanilla to make this less stressful. A little persuasion via Vampiric influence, though he obviously wouldn't even consider such without explicit permission. That, and he's only half sure it would even work...what with Pure Vanilla slated to become a monster so soon and all. Instead, he contents himself with the knowledge that Pure Vanilla means what he says: he would stop this if he felt he needed to. And so, Sparkling keeps going.
And boy, he didn't realize it until the blood hit his tongue, but he's needed this. Desperately. It's been quite a while since he'd fed properly, and it feels like every cell in his body lights up at the mere act of feeding despite no longer being alive. It's purely reflex, the way he exhales against Pure Vanilla's neck through his nose, his tongue darting out to lap over the wound, soothing the bite at the same time as he coaxes the blood to flow ever more freely.
As a Vampire, he knows from experience how quickly he could drain his body of blood. Yet even still, he tries to pace himself, not wanting to take too much too quickly. But even just the act of holding himself back a fraction is difficult, and it shows in the way the grip of his claws tense every so often, or how his shoulders shift as he seeks to get a better, closer angle at the warmth of Pure Vanilla's pulse.
Needless to say, they're going to be here for a few minutes.]
[The soft exhale tickles a little, a cool puff of air against the heated skin being drawn upon, the contrast making Pure Vanilla tighten his spine a little to keep a shudder down. This... all he has is his previous experience to go on, and this is far more intimate and, dare he say?, pleasant. Perhaps because it's Sparkling, a trusted friend that he knows would not deliberately cause him harm. Even as he feels those claws flex, like the beating of a heart, telling Pure Vanilla how much the Vampire actually needed this.
And when those shoulders shift, he offers a light huff of a laugh and shifts himself, tightening his hold against the back of Sparklings neck as he moves his head further, and dips his shoulder. Stretches the skin more, offers Sparkling more.]
It's all right. You are being careful, I've yet to begin to feel woozy. Drink, Sparkling Cookie.
[And he maybe curls those fingers into the soft hairs at the nap of Sparklings neck. Mostly so he can sharply pull if he needs, but also as a gently soothing motion.... only to be vaguely amused by the bubbles he can feel under his fingers. Well then.]
[And drink he shall. It doesn't help that Pure Vanilla is being so...ameniable to all of this. So gentle with the monster currently feeding from him, stroking his hair even as he's having his blood drained from his body. He really is too accomodating...but for that reason, Sparkling will be gentle in return. He has no further reason to bite, so really this is just taking what he needs slowly enough so that Pure Vanilla doesn't pass out from it.
This...also has an unintended side effect in that they will be sitting here wrapped up in one another's arms for a good few minutes, like this. Anyone just walking in on them would not be blamed if they thought Sparkling was kissing at Pure Vanilla's neck, what with the way his mouth moves against it occasionally to press in harder at the vein, or to adjust his position, or to catch a drop of blood that was trying to escape his notice. His tail has even started to wag subtly, a small expression of his pleasure as he works.
It's unavoidable, though, that eventually Pure Vanilla will start to feel the effects of it as Sparkling tips from thirsty to full. Light headed mostly, but fortunately not in any real danger just yet. And Sparkling...]
Mmm...
[He lets out a soft sound against Pure Vanilla's neck- does he even notice he's done it?- as his feeding begins to slow, his mannerisms becoming increasingly sleepy and contented. He could easily drain enough blood to kill him, he's far from properly done...but he's got a mental threshold that he knows he can safely reach without hurting someone, and he's nearly met it.]
[It comes on slower than before. Sparkling is taking such care, being a gentleman about it, that as first Pure Vanilla doesn't feel the light-headed sensation creeping up at the corner of his senses. It's not a rush like it was before, sudden as his blood was violently removed from his body. It's a slow, gentle sensation, like getting sleepy in front of a warm fire. Except he feels cold, and not simply from Sparklings body pressed to his. It's enough to let him know it's time to stop, and as he promised, he tugs lightly on Sparklings hair, tilting his head up more so his voice is aimed at those large, sensitive ears.
Only to falter when he hears Sparkling... moan? It causes him to inhale, air stuttering through his lungs and he's quite shocked that he's still managing to blush. And there's an odd sensation in his gut; a hot flash, a tightening curling sensation, and an ache. He's not an entire stranger to his body, so the sensation isn't entirely foreign but... goodness.
Of all the times.]
Sparkling...
[It comes out as a breathy noise of his name, Pure Vanilla struggling to keep himself together. His friend is simply hungry and here he is, being- being crass! He tugs lightly against the short strands of Sparkling's hair, in case he doesn't hear him.]
E-enough, my friend...I am beginning to feel light-headed.
[And he needs to pull away before Sparkling discovers the state Pure Vanilla has ended up in.]
[Perhaps Sparkling should be a bit more mortified that just happened in front of god (literally) and everyone, but he's too content to really care right now. Not only is this satisfying his hunger and his instincts, but Pure Vanilla's blood just tastes so...nice? Like obviously that's not something you want to tell your former-cookie companion, but it really, genuinely does. It's erring on sweet, even past its usual acrid tang that Sparkling has gotten used to at this point. And since Pure Vanilla is very much alive, it carries a warmth through him that spreads through his body, settling in the pit of his stomach in a...marginally different way, compared to Pure Vanilla.
His ears stand to attention when he hears his name being whispered, and as he tugs at his hair, he wastes no time pulling his mouth free...albeit somewhat reluctantly. There is an impressive red mark blooming around the twin puncture-wounds of Sparkling's bite, one that will bruise in a short while. And while Sparkling had been careful to make the bite only as large as it had to be, it's still an open wound...and it's reflex that has him lean back in for a second to lick over the wound one last time as it starts to drip blood down the side of Pure Vanilla's neck, sorry.
Only then does Sparkling finally sit back, bringing a claw to his lips to wipe at what might have escaped. His lips and teeth are visibly stained with blood, but he's doing his best to hide it behind his wing for Pure Vanilla's sake.]
A-ah...my apologies. I meant to pull away much sooner...
[Somehow he had a feeling this might happen, alas.]
[Oh no. The lick after Sparkling had already pulled back almost undoes him. It's unexpected, after the loss of the mouth on his neck, and he raises a hand to his face to cover it lightly. Sparkling can interpret that as he will, but Pure Vanilla is simply trying to hide the mortification over the way his body reacted to that. Now he wishes Sparkling was the sight-impaired one here. Please - for the love of Witches everywhere - don't look down. Not just yet. And please don't listen to the way his heart ratchets up a bit again.
Exhaling slowly around his hand, he lowers it a little once he feels his expression school itself again, though the smile he offers the other is bordering on bashful. He waves his other hand a little, having to let go completely of Sparkling to do so.]
No! Do not worry, I stopped you well in time. I am a little dizzy, but still fully cognitive and coherent.
[Don't worry Sparkling, he can't see his own blood stained across your lips and teeth like smeared lipstick. He can slightly smell it, a tang in the air, and he shifts his hand to lightly touch the spot on his neck, his expression thoughtful. It hurts, and he knows it will only hurt worse as it begins to heal. Dropping his hand to his robe pockets, he pulls out a small handkerchief. Always be prepared. Then he presses it lightly to the spot with a small sigh, his smile blossoming again as he aims it in Sparklings direction. Warm and affectionate.]
I hope this helps, my friend, even if just a small while. I am unsure how often I may be able to help out, and if changes affect the potency, but should you ever need something fresh, please know I'm always here.
[Pulling the handkerchief away from his neck, he offers it to Sparkling after refolding it to a clean side.]
[Though Pure Vanilla is currently spared of the awareness of his uncouth response to having his neck licked and sucked on- because honestly how dare he- Sparkling does notice the way his heart rate suddenly spikes. It’s definitely a bit odd, especially since he’s stopped now, but not unusual…he’s likely still not used to the way human bodies react to certain stimuli. It’s not like he can control it, after all!
Among. Other things.
It’s a relief to see Pure Vanilla doing alright, though, and Sparkling takes the handkerchief gratefully even though he thinks Pure Vanilla needs it more.]
In my experience, once you become a monster, the blood I could take from you is only half as effective. It works well to tide me over in an emergency, but it won’t actually satiate hunger.
[He wonders if this flavor would change. That would be a crying shame, he thinks. Not that. He’s going to be having Pure Vanilla’s blood regularly…probably.
Sparkling takes the cloth to his mouth, wiping it off on a clean edge, before he’s prompted to pause when he realizes he can smell Pure Vanilla’s blood through the fabric. He reacts without thinking, bringing the cloth to his nose to inhale deeply….and thank Witches Pure Vanilla can’t see that he just did that, goodness.
Anyway!!!!!! He’ll hand the cloth back to him, shifting a bit further to sit more at Pure Vanilla’s side so he isn’t all up in his space any longer. Hm. He looks a bit more flushed than expected…]
[He can't see it... but he can hear it. The deep inhale is a little worrisome - is Sparkling okay? - but the handkerchief is being handed back before he can ask the question. With a soft murmur of thanks, he replaces it on his neck, pressing lightly to help the small trickles left finally stop. He hums softly that Monster blood isn't nearly as potent, subconsciously leaning in against Sparklings side a little as the other moves to sit beside him instead of almost in his lap, thinking and crossing his legs at the knee. Problem kinda solved there. Half as potent, but Monsters can heal faster. So given twice as often? He can make a calendar note; which days he's given and-]
Hm? Oh!
[He might be a little more compromised than he originally thought, as Sparklings question eludes him at first, making his eyes open a little fruitlessly.]
Water, would be lovely! With a little bit of sugar? I believe that's what the lovely girl at the library read from the medical book.
[Which is hilarious, because that's also part of the jam loss instructions in the medicinal herbs and fungi book he used to have. Something sweet. He tilts his head towards Sparkling and offers a little smile.]
[Sparkling takes that distracted pause to mean “he’s lost more blood than he realizes, or maybe he’s downplaying it for my sake”, which prompts Sparkling to rise to his feet promptly with a gentle pat to Pure Vanilla’s knee.]
Of course, it’s no problem at all. Give me just a moment or two.
[Pure Vanilla will know when he’s alone by the way the weight against him leaves, Sparkling’s claws clicking against the wood floor as he walks away. It will give him a few moments to himself to recover, and also maybe make a mental plan for letting Sparkling feed from him, apparently…
Sparkling at least feels satisfied, hunger wise. His instincts are no longer itching to be satiated, and for the next couple hours he will seem alive in his complexion. Rosy cheeks, color to his skin, vibrant red eyes…even the yellow and blonde parts of his hair and wings have changed to a subtle pink to indicate the change. There’s an extra spring in his step as he prepares a glass of water for Pure Vanilla, warming it just for a few seconds so the sugar will melt properly.
But even in the wake of all of this satisfaction, he feels…antsy. And he’s not even sure how to place the feeling. Like there’s…some part of his brain firing that is still looking for more. Surely he isn’t still hungry, so what else could there be…?
He tries to disregard it as he returns, gently taking one of Pure Vanilla’s hands in his own so he can guide him to take the glass.]
Here you are. Are you hungry? We could have some of the fruit I have, if you are.
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Date: 2023-01-28 03:06 am (UTC)Pure Vanilla's disappearance in the last days of the madness struck Sparkling as unsettling, then deeply worrying when he simply didn't turn back up. It didn't take much thought to guess what might have happened to him, but...just entertaining the idea made him sick. Pure Vanilla, one of the genuinely sweetest among them...it couldn't be. And unfortunately, with his memory of the events still returning to him, there was little he or Caviar could do but wait until he either showed back up, or...
Well. Revived. And that's exactly what had happened, just three days ago. Pure Vanilla was alive and well again of course, but that didn't mean the fact he'd died hadn't affected them all. Caviar, Sparkling, and Pure Vanilla had all taken the time to sit and talk about what transpired, not just his demise but also the fact that Sparkling and Caviar both had gone on an unchecked rampage the entire week...it was a mess. Humiliating. And it would stand as yet another of one of the worst weeks Sparkling would weather for some time, and he wasn't even lucid for most of it.
At present, it's early morning. Too early to really be considered such since the sun hasn't come up yet. For Sparkling, it's the last remaining hours of his "day" he has before he goes to sleep for the day, having closed the bar around 4 am for the evening. He's tired, but it's of his own making. He'd thrown his all into work today, not wanting a single moment of time to be spent on thinking about anything else. It was hard, facing the public after knowing what all he'd done, but it was the best he could do right now to make amends. Force a smile, serve the public. Move on.
As far as he's aware, Caviar and Pure Vanilla are in their rooms. Pure Vanilla would probably be asleep still at this hour, though Caviar may not be since he and Sparkling are both nocturnal...regardless, he tries to keep his steps light as he drags himself to his apartment, though no amount of care would likely be enough to avoid ears as well trained as Pure Vanilla's. Footfalls on wood, then carpet, then the sound of a door opening and shutting.
Then silence.]
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Date: 2023-01-28 03:26 am (UTC)And so he lays in his bed, in his own darkness, replaying events. Trying to force what if's away. Could he have quelled Caviars rage, if he had simply said something else? Could he have fully eased Sparklings grief, if he had simply tried harder?
His thoughts are interrupted by the light sound of footsteps, turning his head a little to listen better. Sparklings. His movements are light, his claws click on wood, snag slightly on carpet. The door opens and shuts, and Pure Vanilla hesitates. He doesn't currently know the time, but the internal clock of his says it's early. Or late, depending. He should leave the other be, let him rest.
But the memory of Sparklings tears tracking down Pure Vanilla's face makes him move. Toss his covers off and stand, quickly get a little more decent than what he was, and slowly make his way out of his room. He makes sure to keep the sound of his door quiet as he opens and closes it, then guides himself to Sparklings room with his hand on the wall. And when he reaches the door he hesitates again, before gently knocking on it. Soft enough to be heard, but not loud enough to startle.]
Sparkling Cookie? [It's late, are you all right? Would you like some company? Is this a bad time? Would you like to be left alone? Too many questions and Pure Vanilla's words falter for a moment.] May we talk?
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Date: 2023-01-28 03:39 am (UTC)He doesn't quite make it to the fridge before he's stopped by the soft knock at his door, his ears swiveling back as he hears Pure Vanilla's voice through the wood. He has to gently hush Cheesecake, who had immediately gotten far too excited this early at the sound of one of the cookies coming to the door, but that isn't quite enough to stop her from pitter-pattering her way to greet Pure Vanilla long before Sparkling even gets the door open. He very gently nudges her back a little with his foot before pulling the door open, just barely managing to coax her into a sit on the carpet despite the fact she seems fit to vibrate out of her icing.]
Shhh, shh Cheesecake. ...of course, Pure Vanilla. Come in.
[The door creaks as Sparkling opens it further, reflexively extending the tip of a wing for the other to hold onto if he'd like as he steps inside.]
I hope I didn't wake you...it's still so early.
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Date: 2023-01-28 03:55 am (UTC)Reaching out, he finds it and gently curls his fingers around it, letting Sparkling help him into the room, stepping carefully so he doesn't accidentally make all of this worse by stepping on a tiny paw.]
No, you didn't. Please, if this is a bad time, let me know and we may talk later. I only wished to check up on you.
[Early. That gives Pure Vanilla context. Sparkling has been working far longer than he should be, pushing himself. Doing as he did, in those memories Pure Vanilla saw. Block the pain, bottle it, shove it aside and try to move forward.]
And, too, if I interrupted anything, I can come back later.
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Date: 2023-01-28 04:06 am (UTC)Sparkling, even if Pure Vanilla can't see it, has the decency to look sheepish at that question as he walks with him into the den, his ears laying back against his bouncy hair.]
Oh no, ah...I was just preparing dinner for myself, actually. Not an altogether pleasant process though for a guest, I would imagine...
[Urgh. Suddenly he's a bit self conscious about whether or not Pure Vanilla might be able to smell it if he heats some up now...]
But that can wait. It isn't as if I haven't fed recently enough that I need it right now.
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Date: 2023-01-28 04:23 am (UTC)Ah, no, please, don't let me stop you. You should eat regularly, and especially with-
[He stops. Especially with the recent events. He doesn't need to mention them. Instead he squeezes Sparkings claw gently, his expression softening.]
You must make sure you take care of yourself, Sparkling Cookie. Eat, my friend.
[Though... old blood. That must be awful? Old jam goes rancid after a while, does not blood do the same? Pure Vanilla doesn't mind what he may smell, if Sparkling heats it up, but... surely it's not the greatest for those who need fresh food?
Like Pure Vanilla knows he himself will soon require.]
... Actually, forgive me if I over step, but would not fresh blood be better?
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Date: 2023-01-28 04:37 am (UTC)And tonight's portion is, in fact, old. It will satisfy his needs, but it won't completely quell the hunger. For that, he would need to feed from a human, and...he would like to stave that off for as long as he can in general, but especially this month.
Sparkling gives a low, affirmative sound as he guides Pure Vanilla to sit on the couch, trusting Cheesecake to not get right up under where he's going to sit. The question he asks as they make their way isn't surprising, and at first Sparkling launches into his usual explanation.]
No no, it's alright. You're right, it is better for me generally...but I usually only get it when I'm stocking up for the month. Or on those occasions I have to...
[Well. You know.]
Indulge. But those are few and far between at least.
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Date: 2023-01-28 05:03 am (UTC)He knows Sparkling would never hurt him.
And Sparkling may know Pure Vanilla well enough now to know that expression that crosses his face, even before his mouth opens.]
If it is not too forward, and if it doesn't bother you, allow me to offer [Myself? That seems... ignore the faint color Sparkling, you see nothing, though Pure Vanilla is aware he's blushing cause human skin gets warm over it, and for a moment he flusters as he tries to find a way to say this without it sounding wrong.] a drink?
[No that sounds sort of bad too and Sparkling gets the privilege of seeing Pure Vanilla revert back to school years.]
My apologies, it seems it's hard to offer what I mean to, without it coming off vaguely indecent.
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Date: 2023-01-28 05:57 am (UTC)...ah. Somewhere, deep down, Sparkling had wondered if that might be what he was going to suggest...yet another part of him hoped that maybe he would have the reservation to simply not voice it. It seems that he was wrong there, as Pure Vanilla says it anyway, albeit with a bit of difficulty finding the words. And while Sparkling doesn't blush- you can't, not when you're dead really- he does feel his ears folding back once again. It's less even because of the nature of feeding, despite how much Sparkling knows that can get...well. The situation varies, depending on how thirsty he is, but still...
It's more that Pure Vanilla is scarcely a few days out of the metaphorical grave, and here he is offering himself up to be fed on!?]
I- [Give Sparkling a moment to find his voice himself, PV.] ...it...it doesn't bother me at all, no, it...it's less that, and more...
[He shakes his head, bringing up one of his wingtips to pull the claws through his hair.]
I really don't want to hurt you. Or...or...there's always the risk of going too far, and I...
[Well. He hardly needs to tell Pure Vanilla what that might entail.]
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Date: 2023-01-28 06:24 am (UTC)Both of them are looking out for him so hard..]
You will not hurt me, Sparkling.
[Not a command or a direction. His tone of voice, the smile, it all says he has utmost faith in Sparkling, that he will be gentle and kind. And that when he's had enough to sate, he will pull away. He holds his hands up, palms upwards, an offer.]
I came here when I heard you return to your room, to check in on you, to perhaps scold you into taking more care of yourself. You have been treating yourself roughly, and knowing now what I do about your planned dinner... [He shakes his head.] You have taken care of me here, my friend. You fussed and fret when I returned. Allow me to fuss and fret as well? I can offer this.
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Date: 2023-01-29 02:19 am (UTC)...but does Pure Vanilla count, just yet? Sparkling has to wonder.
After a moment of deliberation, Sparkling moves back to the couch to scoop Cheesecake up in his arms.]
...give me just a moment to put Cheesecake to my room.
[If they're going to actually do this, he doesn't want there to be any interruptions. If he slipped, or was startled, he could actually do some real harm.
The sounds of excited dog snuffling recede along with Sparkling's footsteps down the hall, a door opening and closing as she's shuffled into the bedroom. A few moments later the Vampire returns, and Pure Vanilla will feel the couch cushions depress as Sparkling sits down beside him where Cheesecake was a moment prior.]
Are you absolutely sure?
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Date: 2023-01-29 04:51 am (UTC)He waits, patiently, as silence falls, before he hears Sparkling moving forward and feels the small cakepup be scooped up.]
Of course.
[The time alone allows Pure Vanilla to think. To tell himself that the bite from the other during that horrid event was only because he was a shade. And full of anger and the desire to hurt. To steady nerves that cause his pulse to rise. He presses his hands together and exhales slowly, a little surprised at how jittery he is. Perhaps he's a little more shook up over the prior happenings than he thought.
Thankfully Sparklings return keeps him from worrying too much and he turns his head to smile at him when he sits beside him, reaching out until he finds one of Sparklings wing claws to curl his fingers lightly around it.]
I would not have offered were I not. Would it help if I promise to tell you to stop if I feel uneasy?
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Date: 2023-01-29 05:12 am (UTC)[Because the last thing he wants is for Pure Vanilla to just put up with this even if he decides halfway through that he isn't okay with it, actually. And for what it's worth, Sparkling knows it won't hurt him badly. He may feel a bit dizzy from the blood loss, provided Sparkling is able to regulate how much he consumes. Which...is always a challenge, when the instincts are at the forefront. What he doesn't tell him is that he can hear his heartbeat right now as loud as if he were resting his ear to his chest. It's a trait he has, the ability to hear the blood rushing through his prey's very veins.
He can feel saliva pooling in his mouth at the thought of it, and he has to really steel himself to shake that feeling long enough to keep going. He will keep his senses. He refuses to lose them, not when Pure Vanilla's very life could be at stake here.
So, once he feels Pure Vanilla holding onto one of his "hands", he'll use his other to hook the claws along his shoulder, letting the former cookie know exactly where he is at any given time.]
...now. I am going to feed from your neck. You'll feel a sharp pain, just for a moment...but I will do my best not to linger. The moment you tell me you need me to stop, I will stop. I promise.
[Of course, it's not...just going to be so simple as Sparkling biting him. There's a process that goes into it, but...well. He can't exactly explain that. It just happens.
Pure Vanilla will feel Sparkling's wing move a little further, curving around his back, now. It's a bit of an odd positioning...like Sparkling might adopt if he were holding a lover, pulling him in against his chest.]
Are you ready?
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Date: 2023-01-29 05:50 am (UTC)[And though he doesn't wish to hurt Sparkling (ha), if Sparkling can't stop himself, Pure Vanilla will fight it. He won't let his friend fall. Though he doubts he could throw the other off, a struggle might snap him to his senses. The claw along his shoulder makes him smile in appreciation. Especially when it's accompanied by the words. A step by step of what will happen, what he will feel. It helps ease the last of the nervousness, tension going out of Pure Vanilla's shoulders as he nods.
... Though it promptly comes back, but mostly in surprise, when he suddenly feels the wing along his back and he's pulled in. Good luck trying to get any blood from him as it all rushes to his face. He has never been held like this. Hugged, yes. Back-breakingly so. Comradely touches, leaning in against each other on cold nights.
This is certainly a new experience and Pure Vanilla seems, for a moment, more flustered than when he had tried to find a non-suggestive offer of his blood. The question goes in one ear and out the other for a moment, before he realizes he was asked it and nods.]
I-.. yes, I'm ready.
[Though he will also tilt his head to a certain side, offering the side of his neck to Sparkling that hadn't been bitten before. Reaching his free hand up, he curls his fingers around his hair to brush and pull it out of the way for him. His heart is beating rapidly.]
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Date: 2023-01-29 06:41 am (UTC)And, really, it's probably going to be nothing like Pure Vanilla actually expects.
They're at a position now where Sparkling doesn't have to do much to get Pure Vanilla into position. A little nudge here, gently tilting his head a bit further there with the curve of a claw beneath his chin. Then, Sparkling's ears twitch as he listens again for his pulse. He pinpoints the jugular first, right where blood pumps the hardest and strongest, before leaning down to tuck his face into the hollow between neck and shoulder.
The bite is quick. Sparkling won't linger and draw it out, taking advantage of how sharp and needle-like his incisors are. It enables him to puncture the vein just slightly, enough that he can drain without causing Pure Vanilla to just bleed out helplessly. And since Sparkling has done this several times now, he's able to quickly cover the mark with his mouth to prevent any blood from escaping. His lips form a seal, and...there's no other way to explain it. It will feel very much like a firm kiss, or- to be more accurate- someone sucking a hickey into the side of his neck as Sparkling feeds, his shoulders hunching the instant that first bit of blood hits his tongue.
He's no longer a cookie, make no mistake...but he swears that his blood is sweet. Sweeter than other kinds he's had. Though, that could just be the starved predator in him talking, estatic over finally getting to have what it wants.]
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Date: 2023-01-29 08:12 am (UTC)And... it's nothing like he thought it would be, it's true. The bite is sharp and shocking, enough to get a quick inhale but it's not the burning pain he was expecting. Quick pinpricks of pain. And then Sparklings lips are on his neck, and Pure Vanillas brain short circuits. The suction is nowhere near what he experienced before, and the tongue pressing to coax more out.
It's not bad at all, and Pure Vanilla's brain isn't sure what to do with the sensation.
It's actually almost pleasant? In a strange way that he really doesn't want to analyze right now.
Letting his breathing calm, he moves his free hand to the back of Sparklings neck, laying it there lightly. A soft reassurance that it's still all right.. The other retains hold of that claw, squeezing gently.]
PV voice: this better not awaken anything in me
Date: 2023-01-29 08:17 pm (UTC)And boy, he didn't realize it until the blood hit his tongue, but he's needed this. Desperately. It's been quite a while since he'd fed properly, and it feels like every cell in his body lights up at the mere act of feeding despite no longer being alive. It's purely reflex, the way he exhales against Pure Vanilla's neck through his nose, his tongue darting out to lap over the wound, soothing the bite at the same time as he coaxes the blood to flow ever more freely.
As a Vampire, he knows from experience how quickly he could drain his body of blood. Yet even still, he tries to pace himself, not wanting to take too much too quickly. But even just the act of holding himself back a fraction is difficult, and it shows in the way the grip of his claws tense every so often, or how his shoulders shift as he seeks to get a better, closer angle at the warmth of Pure Vanilla's pulse.
Needless to say, they're going to be here for a few minutes.]
PV voice 2 mins later: Oh Crumbs
Date: 2023-01-30 12:13 am (UTC)And when those shoulders shift, he offers a light huff of a laugh and shifts himself, tightening his hold against the back of Sparklings neck as he moves his head further, and dips his shoulder. Stretches the skin more, offers Sparkling more.]
It's all right. You are being careful, I've yet to begin to feel woozy. Drink, Sparkling Cookie.
[And he maybe curls those fingers into the soft hairs at the nap of Sparklings neck. Mostly so he can sharply pull if he needs, but also as a gently soothing motion.... only to be vaguely amused by the bubbles he can feel under his fingers. Well then.]
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Date: 2023-01-30 03:10 am (UTC)This...also has an unintended side effect in that they will be sitting here wrapped up in one another's arms for a good few minutes, like this. Anyone just walking in on them would not be blamed if they thought Sparkling was kissing at Pure Vanilla's neck, what with the way his mouth moves against it occasionally to press in harder at the vein, or to adjust his position, or to catch a drop of blood that was trying to escape his notice. His tail has even started to wag subtly, a small expression of his pleasure as he works.
It's unavoidable, though, that eventually Pure Vanilla will start to feel the effects of it as Sparkling tips from thirsty to full. Light headed mostly, but fortunately not in any real danger just yet. And Sparkling...]
Mmm...
[He lets out a soft sound against Pure Vanilla's neck- does he even notice he's done it?- as his feeding begins to slow, his mannerisms becoming increasingly sleepy and contented. He could easily drain enough blood to kill him, he's far from properly done...but he's got a mental threshold that he knows he can safely reach without hurting someone, and he's nearly met it.]
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Date: 2023-01-30 05:54 am (UTC)Only to falter when he hears Sparkling... moan? It causes him to inhale, air stuttering through his lungs and he's quite shocked that he's still managing to blush. And there's an odd sensation in his gut; a hot flash, a tightening curling sensation, and an ache. He's not an entire stranger to his body, so the sensation isn't entirely foreign but... goodness.
Of all the times.]
Sparkling...
[It comes out as a breathy noise of his name, Pure Vanilla struggling to keep himself together. His friend is simply hungry and here he is, being- being crass! He tugs lightly against the short strands of Sparkling's hair, in case he doesn't hear him.]
E-enough, my friend...I am beginning to feel light-headed.
[And he needs to pull away before Sparkling discovers the state Pure Vanilla has ended up in.]
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Date: 2023-01-30 06:05 am (UTC)His ears stand to attention when he hears his name being whispered, and as he tugs at his hair, he wastes no time pulling his mouth free...albeit somewhat reluctantly. There is an impressive red mark blooming around the twin puncture-wounds of Sparkling's bite, one that will bruise in a short while. And while Sparkling had been careful to make the bite only as large as it had to be, it's still an open wound...and it's reflex that has him lean back in for a second to lick over the wound one last time as it starts to drip blood down the side of Pure Vanilla's neck, sorry.
Only then does Sparkling finally sit back, bringing a claw to his lips to wipe at what might have escaped. His lips and teeth are visibly stained with blood, but he's doing his best to hide it behind his wing for Pure Vanilla's sake.]
A-ah...my apologies. I meant to pull away much sooner...
[Somehow he had a feeling this might happen, alas.]
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Date: 2023-01-30 06:31 am (UTC)Exhaling slowly around his hand, he lowers it a little once he feels his expression school itself again, though the smile he offers the other is bordering on bashful. He waves his other hand a little, having to let go completely of Sparkling to do so.]
No! Do not worry, I stopped you well in time. I am a little dizzy, but still fully cognitive and coherent.
[Don't worry Sparkling, he can't see his own blood stained across your lips and teeth like smeared lipstick. He can slightly smell it, a tang in the air, and he shifts his hand to lightly touch the spot on his neck, his expression thoughtful. It hurts, and he knows it will only hurt worse as it begins to heal. Dropping his hand to his robe pockets, he pulls out a small handkerchief. Always be prepared. Then he presses it lightly to the spot with a small sigh, his smile blossoming again as he aims it in Sparklings direction. Warm and affectionate.]
I hope this helps, my friend, even if just a small while. I am unsure how often I may be able to help out, and if changes affect the potency, but should you ever need something fresh, please know I'm always here.
[Pulling the handkerchief away from his neck, he offers it to Sparkling after refolding it to a clean side.]
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Date: 2023-01-30 05:20 pm (UTC)Among. Other things.
It’s a relief to see Pure Vanilla doing alright, though, and Sparkling takes the handkerchief gratefully even though he thinks Pure Vanilla needs it more.]
In my experience, once you become a monster, the blood I could take from you is only half as effective. It works well to tide me over in an emergency, but it won’t actually satiate hunger.
[He wonders if this flavor would change. That would be a crying shame, he thinks. Not that. He’s going to be having Pure Vanilla’s blood regularly…probably.
Sparkling takes the cloth to his mouth, wiping it off on a clean edge, before he’s prompted to pause when he realizes he can smell Pure Vanilla’s blood through the fabric. He reacts without thinking, bringing the cloth to his nose to inhale deeply….and thank Witches Pure Vanilla can’t see that he just did that, goodness.
Anyway!!!!!! He’ll hand the cloth back to him, shifting a bit further to sit more at Pure Vanilla’s side so he isn’t all up in his space any longer. Hm. He looks a bit more flushed than expected…]
Ah…should I get you some water?
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Date: 2023-01-30 06:11 pm (UTC)Hm? Oh!
[He might be a little more compromised than he originally thought, as Sparklings question eludes him at first, making his eyes open a little fruitlessly.]
Water, would be lovely! With a little bit of sugar? I believe that's what the lovely girl at the library read from the medical book.
[Which is hilarious, because that's also part of the jam loss instructions in the medicinal herbs and fungi book he used to have. Something sweet. He tilts his head towards Sparkling and offers a little smile.]
If it wouldn't be too much trouble, of course?
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Date: 2023-01-30 06:31 pm (UTC)Of course, it’s no problem at all. Give me just a moment or two.
[Pure Vanilla will know when he’s alone by the way the weight against him leaves, Sparkling’s claws clicking against the wood floor as he walks away. It will give him a few moments to himself to recover, and also maybe make a mental plan for letting Sparkling feed from him, apparently…
Sparkling at least feels satisfied, hunger wise. His instincts are no longer itching to be satiated, and for the next couple hours he will seem alive in his complexion. Rosy cheeks, color to his skin, vibrant red eyes…even the yellow and blonde parts of his hair and wings have changed to a subtle pink to indicate the change. There’s an extra spring in his step as he prepares a glass of water for Pure Vanilla, warming it just for a few seconds so the sugar will melt properly.
But even in the wake of all of this satisfaction, he feels…antsy. And he’s not even sure how to place the feeling. Like there’s…some part of his brain firing that is still looking for more. Surely he isn’t still hungry, so what else could there be…?
He tries to disregard it as he returns, gently taking one of Pure Vanilla’s hands in his own so he can guide him to take the glass.]
Here you are. Are you hungry? We could have some of the fruit I have, if you are.
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