[Thread] Blood

[papa_high_lord]

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.

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[takion]

One would never know to look at him that Takion was planning on donating a little blood. The only concession he'd made for the upcoming event was changing out of his robes into a simple white shirt that would give Saetan easier access to his neck. Other than that, he lounged comfortably on his bed with a book of odd medical trivia open across his lap. In his hand was an apple that was as perfect as he could write it, which he occasionally remembered to take a bite from.

However, the opening door drew Takion's attention from the pages. He smiled warmly at Saetan, thinking it would help to show he was unafraid. He would not turn away because of Saetan's dietary quirks. "Did you know that nutmeg is poisonous if injected intravenously?" he asked in greeting.

[papa_high_lord]

Mother Night, Saetan reflected in a failed attempt at annoyance, it was just so damn hard to stay angry around Takion. There was just something about him that never failed to make the High Lord smile. Maybe it was just the change from the loneliness that had always been such a part of his life, or maybe it was something more.

"Yes, I did, actually." He replied with a smile, crossing the room a brushing a light kiss across Takion's lips. "Black Widows are trained to be experts on poison. I do find it a rather fascinating fact, though."

[takion]

Takion set both book and apple aside so that he could wrap his arms around Saetan's waist. It was nice having someone to hold, someone who would hold him. "There's that term again," Takion murmured. "Black Widow - it even sounds capitalized when you say it. I take it that it's something important and not the little black spider you're talking about..."

He trailed off, wanting to know but not wanting to press, leaving it to Saetan to explain or not as he chose. Getting Saetan to agree to a meal had most likely pushed the boundaries far enough for the day. Takion didn't want to press too far, too hard, too fast and break this new and wonderful thing between them.

[papa_high_lord]

"No, not the spider, although we do spin webs." Saetan replied, taking a seat and returning Takion's embrace gratefully. Physical contact had always been important to him, but there was just something special about the way he felt in Takion's arms