// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
The scent overwhelms him too, enough that between the rush of his blood and the adrenaline that courses through his veins, the butcher’s hands flex and squeeze, the curse escaping him. His eyes shut tight, preventing the world from trying to spin. Her voice is distant but there, an anchor that he clings to as she takes more of the blood from his neck into the lace.
He doesn’t quite reach the point of no return yet, restraining himself enough to know and realize he isn’t in any real danger. But there are times where the body outweighs the strength of the mind, and when she speaks it’s another anchor point that’s slowly losing its effectiveness. Such that as she leans closer into him, his breath hitches, shadows bleed from him like ink overflowing from the inkpot. They stretch out in all different directions before rising like a zombie ring of shadows, each with their own shark-tooth smile and eyes trained on her.
His tail whips faster, the ashen tip flicking back and forth with added effort but gods he’s determined. He’ll get through it, even if it takes a bit more time.
He doesn’t quite reach the point of no return yet, restraining himself enough to know and realize he isn’t in any real danger. But there are times where the body outweighs the strength of the mind, and when she speaks it’s another anchor point that’s slowly losing its effectiveness. Such that as she leans closer into him, his breath hitches, shadows bleed from him like ink overflowing from the inkpot. They stretch out in all different directions before rising like a zombie ring of shadows, each with their own shark-tooth smile and eyes trained on her.
His tail whips faster, the ashen tip flicking back and forth with added effort but gods he’s determined. He’ll get through it, even if it takes a bit more time.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
