EDREI
Edy isn't looking for dignified. She isn't even looking for coherent at this point. All she wants is to feel something that isn't abject terror. Something that hides the fact she might be alone in this world now.
The Rapacious doesn't care who bites who. The feeling will be the same. She has no idea that the effect is heightened when it's between two ascended, but honestly? The sexual thrill of it is secondary (which for Edy, is saying a lot). She just wants to be taken away from everything, if only for a moment. So as Peter offers his wrist, Edy attacks it like a starved dog being offered a chicken wing. Her teeth tear open his skin rather than puncturing it gently. She's never bitten anyone before but in her current state, she's much more driven by greed and need than she is forethought for Peter's wellbeing. Which, given how worried she is about losing her family is a bit ironic.
His blood ignites in her veins, like gas catching a match. It floods through her, burying her under a world of sexual overload. Moaning loudly (when has Edy ever been subtle or quiet) around the wound she's created, her free hand tries to tangle around Peter's neck to draw him ever nearer.
The Rapacious doesn't care who bites who. The feeling will be the same. She has no idea that the effect is heightened when it's between two ascended, but honestly? The sexual thrill of it is secondary (which for Edy, is saying a lot). She just wants to be taken away from everything, if only for a moment. So as Peter offers his wrist, Edy attacks it like a starved dog being offered a chicken wing. Her teeth tear open his skin rather than puncturing it gently. She's never bitten anyone before but in her current state, she's much more driven by greed and need than she is forethought for Peter's wellbeing. Which, given how worried she is about losing her family is a bit ironic.
His blood ignites in her veins, like gas catching a match. It floods through her, burying her under a world of sexual overload. Moaning loudly (when has Edy ever been subtle or quiet) around the wound she's created, her free hand tries to tangle around Peter's neck to draw him ever nearer.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
