A Heart so Cold

archebold Fear is the price of imagination At the first taste, Archebold's eyes had gone entirely black as he firmed his jaws. In truth her relenting simply urged him further until Isla appeared to sink into his hold. The rush of the feed, the savory taste that came with freedom, the sensation of how soft her body had felt when the tension was released...it proved intoxicating for the ascended, Mr. Cobb. He took and took and took until the floor beneath him felt uneven. Staggering back slightly, Archebold slipped his fangs free from their hold and cradled the unconscious Isla in his arms, fingers gently brushing her along over the side of her face. Arms scooped under her legs as he hoisted her off her feet, into the darkness that consumed the halls. Suddenly, there was light from a crackling fire. The sweet scent of wood burning, and the warmth that accompanied it filled the room that appeared to be the common area. Archebold had laid Isla gently over a firm leather couch which had been dusted and polished for her. A soft, silken sheet draped and tucked comfortably around her. Her head neatly resting over a soft pillow. The coffee table before her was a plate of meat, bread, and a cream-filled pastry. A glass of wine and milk held on either side of the plate. Had Isla awoken, she would find Archebold, barely visible through the shadows untouched by the burning fireplace. Hand resting over the lionshead knob of his walking stick. "While it isn't proper etiquette in most respects...I suggest starting with desert. The sugar will do well for you before you move onto the other courses." His voice smooth, polite. As he would allow her to get her bearings had she regained her consciousness. "For what it's worth...you were the finest I've ever tasted. I look forward to doing so again." Fingers gently tapped the gold knob of his walking stick before he continued. "You asked me what I fear, and I feel I owe it to you to answer. I fear for what I am capable of when there are no longer tethers to bind me. I fear that no matter what I do, I will be a slave, if not to another than to my own desires. I fear...me." {[bunny permission granted by Honey ]}