[Thread] Blood
Characters: OU Saetan, OU Takion
Where: Mui-Okto
When: After this
Summary: Takion offers to let Saetan drink some blood. Saetan is emo.
Warnings: Emo, seniorshipping, etc etc.
Saetan was not in the best of moods at the moment. He had been at his room - Ci-Tessera - seeing if there was any way he could use Craft to help restore it when he had gotten Takion's message. Despite his attempts to be civil about it, he was still uncomfortable and upset about it. Taking blood was never something he had been comfortable with. He usually preferred yarbarah - blood wine, and certainly never human. (Jaenelle was an exception to that rule, of course, as she so often was.) Admittedly, the supply of yarbarah he carried with him had run low during his stay here, as requests for blood were not something that was granted, but Hell's Fire, that didn't mean he wanted to drink Takion's blood!
A part of it were Luthvian's accusations and terror, wounds a lifetime old that had lost him his son for so long and cut at his heart more deeply than she could possibly know. Another was the fact that drinking blood was a reminder that he was not anything near human any more, and never would be. That he was something terrifying and powerful and extremely dangerous and, most importantly, not really among the living.
Trying to convince himself that none of this was important now, that his lover was only trying to be helpful, and was just worried about him, he opened the door to Takion's room.
Where: Mui-Okto
When: After this
Summary: Takion offers to let Saetan drink some blood. Saetan is emo.
Warnings: Emo, seniorshipping, etc etc.
Saetan was not in the best of moods at the moment. He had been at his room - Ci-Tessera - seeing if there was any way he could use Craft to help restore it when he had gotten Takion's message. Despite his attempts to be civil about it, he was still uncomfortable and upset about it. Taking blood was never something he had been comfortable with. He usually preferred yarbarah - blood wine, and certainly never human. (Jaenelle was an exception to that rule, of course, as she so often was.) Admittedly, the supply of yarbarah he carried with him had run low during his stay here, as requests for blood were not something that was granted, but Hell's Fire, that didn't mean he wanted to drink Takion's blood!
A part of it were Luthvian's accusations and terror, wounds a lifetime old that had lost him his son for so long and cut at his heart more deeply than she could possibly know. Another was the fact that drinking blood was a reminder that he was not anything near human any more, and never would be. That he was something terrifying and powerful and extremely dangerous and, most importantly, not really among the living.
Trying to convince himself that none of this was important now, that his lover was only trying to be helpful, and was just worried about him, he opened the door to Takion's room.