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[talldarksaviour]

WHO: Damon and Sveta
WHAT: Blood drinking
WHERE: Damon's room
WHEN: BACKDATED to Thursday
WARNINGS: Blood, vampirism

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[greatlightother]

After talking her way out of the afternoon, Sveta arrived at Damon's room, clutching a lit stick with her, just to show the way. It was almost dying by the time she knocked and was extinguished seconds after.

"Damon..." She opened the door, stepping inside quickly. She really did not want to be out in the hallway in the dark. Fear rose in her chest at the very thought of it.

[talldarksaviour]

"Hey." He turned to face her, only then remembering how she'd gone to pieces back when the blackout had started. "Damn. I forgot." He didn't have anything to make fire in the room, nor anything to burn. "Here." He pulled his journal out from his pocket and switched on the screen, it wasn't much but it helped to chase the shadows back to the corners of the room.

[greatlightother]

She was grateful for the light and instantly relaxed, shutting the door behind her quietly. "Thank you," she said and then instinctively stepped closer to the light, not wanting to be caught in the shadows.

It was better with Damon in the room, because she knew him. She knew that he wasn't aiming to hurt her...and that was a comfort. It was easier to stand the darkness when she knew for sure who and what was actually there.

Her own journal was turned on, but she just left it on the floor nearby.

"How are you doing?"

[talldarksaviour]

He shrugged. Not great, not bad either. The hunger was manageable. Especially since he knew he was going to get fed.

He swallowed, sucked his teeth. "It's like a... tickle, at the back of my throat." He stretched his mouth wide until his jaw clicked. "Like a..." He trailed off. It was impossibly to describe really. The hunger that wasn't felt in the belly. Thirst that had nothing to do with water.

He shook his head. "Why, are you not up to doing this?" Because if that was the case he needed to find other arrangements, fast.