[Backdated to Oct. 1]

[bitingcynicism]

[Such a lovely fall night for the start of October. And while some are anxiously checking behind their shoulders for the first signs of October troubles, the atmosphere seems mostly peaceful. Except for a nagging feeling that some of you might have noticed should your body have a natural desire for blood. A feeling that your pills/hospital blood/

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[criticalbit]

No one else seems to have Purebloods . . . though a lot humans who turned to vampires seem to have high level abilities that's on par of nobles and above. The class system doesn't really seem to exist like we have at home. Mm, not every vampire I've met here seems to be able to sense what I am . . . I don't quite know how to feel about that.

Oh--and--well, some vampires are undead. No heartbeat like a zombie. So, uhm, I guess that means that not all vampires feed off each other . . . actually that might be kind of uncommon . . . ? I'm not sure. Eh? You finished?

[criticalbit]

[Heart rate just skyrocketed.]

Brother . . . ?

[criticalbit]

[Shakes her head a little and just leans forward and reaches out a hand to his cheek.]

Sorry.

[criticalbit]

[Tilts her head the other way for him. No matter how many times it happens she never becomes used to this. Each time she has to remember to breathe.]

[criticalbit]

[She clenches her fingers hard into his shirt as he pierces skin. As he drinks she pulls into him while leaning her head farther back, her eyes half closed.]

[criticalbit]

[Too hyper aware in these moments not to register that pause. When he finishes she draws back and moves to push herself up slightly to give him a straight searching look.]

Is something wrong . . . ?

[criticalbit]

[Brow knits together, a pit in her stomach of insecurity. Still, there's only a moment of hesitation before wrapping her arms around him and bringing her lips to his neck.]