Maea
It's not a demon at your door
Scrubbing at her face, the drying blood flaked off more and more, gradually restoring the pallor of her skin. "Sometimes it does. Sometimes I almost forget what it's like to not feel the urge," she murmured. "Don't know what's worse... But if you're really not weirded out by it, then that's a relief." Maea wondered if he would still feel that way if he caught her chewing away on some half-eaten carcass in this form. It didn't happen often, but on occasion she couldn't be bothered to shift. Sometimes it felt more effective to sate the bloodlust with her own hands and teeth. Perhaps one day they would find out, but for now it was enough that he wasn't running screaming at the sight of her.
Shifting around so that she sat with her back to the fire, Maea bobbed her head at the question. "It's working, I'm feeling much better already." As for whether she needed anything... her gaze lingered on Liam for a moment, only to dart away at the sight of his flushed cheeks. Her own began to redden in response, just from wondering what might have brought on that look. "Nothing that comes to mind... unless you want to help me bring back the stag?" It was barely touched by her teeth, beyond the innards that would have been discarded anyway. All that meat should not be allowed to go to waste.
It was so easy, fleeing to practical matters to avoid thinking too deeply about what was going on between the two of them. Thalassa's teasing about 'reading cues' came to mind a bit too often for comfort. Biting back a scoff at the idea there was anything to read into, she brought her tail over into the flames, all but sagging in the wonderful feeling it brought to thaw it out properly.
Shifting around so that she sat with her back to the fire, Maea bobbed her head at the question. "It's working, I'm feeling much better already." As for whether she needed anything... her gaze lingered on Liam for a moment, only to dart away at the sight of his flushed cheeks. Her own began to redden in response, just from wondering what might have brought on that look. "Nothing that comes to mind... unless you want to help me bring back the stag?" It was barely touched by her teeth, beyond the innards that would have been discarded anyway. All that meat should not be allowed to go to waste.
It was so easy, fleeing to practical matters to avoid thinking too deeply about what was going on between the two of them. Thalassa's teasing about 'reading cues' came to mind a bit too often for comfort. Biting back a scoff at the idea there was anything to read into, she brought her tail over into the flames, all but sagging in the wonderful feeling it brought to thaw it out properly.
It's just your shadow on the floor
