Neron
"Maybe not on an average day, but you came here for my blood, and I doubt it would bother you if you took a little more than that vial." Or wasted most of it on the floor of the stock room, leaving it to freeze. "Don't knock it until you try it," Neron says of eating, running his tongue across his teeth and tilting his head as Remi's wrist is revealed. "Ah, keeping it business like," he laments, reaching out to grasp his hand, drawing it up.
Layers or no layers, his teeth are still going to make contact with the Lullaby's skin, and they all know what comes after that. "Alright. Let's not go starting any wars, now," he mutters. Code for don't kill me, please. And Neron doesn't waste any time, his lips pressing to Remi's wrist, and a moment later, his fangs slipping into his blood.
And it's like a whipcrack of ecstasy; the Hailstorm doesn't know whether it feels better than usual, to drink from a demigod, but gods, it feels good. Humming a note of pleasure and need, being quick has entirely escaped his notice.
Layers or no layers, his teeth are still going to make contact with the Lullaby's skin, and they all know what comes after that. "Alright. Let's not go starting any wars, now," he mutters. Code for don't kill me, please. And Neron doesn't waste any time, his lips pressing to Remi's wrist, and a moment later, his fangs slipping into his blood.
And it's like a whipcrack of ecstasy; the Hailstorm doesn't know whether it feels better than usual, to drink from a demigod, but gods, it feels good. Humming a note of pleasure and need, being quick has entirely escaped his notice.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
