Elide
Elide's shoulders stoop just a fraction, relieved that Glas is okay with this - and even conjures up a bit of humor. She doesn't quite laugh at the notion, though, brows furrowing in sympathy. It must have been very painful. As a small warning, she says, "It might leave a scar..."
As he asks how she wants to go about this, offering his arm, Elide's gaze remains on his. She's not some bloodthirsty animal that can't wait to sink her teeth into him. "The wrist is fine, if that's where you prefer the bite. It will work no matter where you're bitten," she points out, just in case he really doesn't know.
"Alright. Just try to stay relaxed, and think... of something else," her hand lifts to grasp his wrist firmly, fingers cold. Her gaze shifts, a silent warning that she's going to do it now.
She hesitates for a few moments longer before she pulls his flesh up to her fangs as they're revealed. They pierce and the blood immediately flows. Excitement spikes in her own veins as they feel this new, different power drift in on Glas' blood. For a heartbeat, she forgets her promise that she'll try not to make the marks too deep.
Her fingers tighten around his wrist as she steadies herself, pulling back a fraction. And then a fraction more, resisting the urge to give to this strangely intoxicating temptation. The blood doesn't even taste good. She focuses on that to keep herself grounded, on that metallic, coppery taste. When she's had enough, which isn't too long because she can barely stand to do this, she unhinges her fangs and pulls back.
She frees his hand and reaches it up to wipe the pooled blood on her lips. "That was my first bite, as well," she admits, feeling almost dazed. Looking back up at him, she feels the effects of the bite fade away rather quickly - much to her relief. Now she wonders if he's alright, how it's impacted him. "How do you feel?"
As he asks how she wants to go about this, offering his arm, Elide's gaze remains on his. She's not some bloodthirsty animal that can't wait to sink her teeth into him. "The wrist is fine, if that's where you prefer the bite. It will work no matter where you're bitten," she points out, just in case he really doesn't know.
"Alright. Just try to stay relaxed, and think... of something else," her hand lifts to grasp his wrist firmly, fingers cold. Her gaze shifts, a silent warning that she's going to do it now.
She hesitates for a few moments longer before she pulls his flesh up to her fangs as they're revealed. They pierce and the blood immediately flows. Excitement spikes in her own veins as they feel this new, different power drift in on Glas' blood. For a heartbeat, she forgets her promise that she'll try not to make the marks too deep.
Her fingers tighten around his wrist as she steadies herself, pulling back a fraction. And then a fraction more, resisting the urge to give to this strangely intoxicating temptation. The blood doesn't even taste good. She focuses on that to keep herself grounded, on that metallic, coppery taste. When she's had enough, which isn't too long because she can barely stand to do this, she unhinges her fangs and pulls back.
She frees his hand and reaches it up to wipe the pooled blood on her lips. "That was my first bite, as well," she admits, feeling almost dazed. Looking back up at him, she feels the effects of the bite fade away rather quickly - much to her relief. Now she wonders if he's alright, how it's impacted him. "How do you feel?"
never before had the song of war
been the song of hope ascending
been the song of hope ascending
