[accidental video/optional action] you love that vicar more than words can say

[bedsidemanners]

[Unless he offers himself up for a dinner date, it's unlikely anyone will really see Raphael eat again. At least, not to such a great extent-- there's the wrappings from a fair few dozen small chocolate bars, suckers, tart candies, and so on scattered on the carpeted floor and couch, and he's busying himself indelicately with a popcorn ball at the

Comments

action

[bedsidemanners]

[He froze, stiff, expression panicked, despite the unrelenting hunger. He felt sure he could have done it to almost anyone else with few, if any, regrets beyond the obvious future repercussions.]

[and yet there she was, pulsing with life, so close-- it would be easy, it--]

Get away from me.

(OOC: Woo!)

action

[bedsidemanners]

Just go, do you hear me?! Get out of here.

[it's almost impossible to keep himself from advancing towards her, and he's sure it won't last.]

Hurry!

action

[bedsidemanners]

I can't stop myself. I know I-- I know I can't. Hurry up!

[Already he's starting to walk toward her despite any internal protests. Already.]

action

[bedsidemanners]

You idiot.

[He could feel her breathing against him. The tight clasp of her arms around his waist. Willing. Easy. It hurt. He couldn't bear it. He could barely think anymore. It was like he'd been driven crazy with starvation.]

[and traitorously he held her too in case she ever let go]

I can't.

[in a quick one-handed move he yanked her top, exposing her shoulder, licking it before taking a bite]

[bedsidemanners]

[It hardly seems like enough. Teeth searing into flesh, desperately, lapping up the blood, oh, it's all a sick, wonderful start, but there's no way, there's no way--]

[He'd gotten her shoulder instead of her neck in an effort to keep from killing her. Grabbing her all the tighter for all her flailing, or trying.] Don't, don't.

[bedsidemanners]

[just the idea of it ought to be nauseating, but it's not. Nothing's coming quite into focus except satisfying himself on her flesh and blood. Not even the tears wetting his shirt.]

[the bite's deep and it's long moments before he's done, longer still before he wrenches back in horror, staring at her, staring with wide eyes--]

I'm so sorry.

[the words are thick, choked and then he turns and runs]