like wolves without teeth

dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous

Sunjata is roguishly handsome and Wessex is more than sure that he gets around; not wanting to confuse anything about their relationship is reason #1 or #2 that she hasn’t already asked for help.

But business is business, and while she’s struggling to remain functional and dismember the leg, she is taken by genuine surprise when he offers his wrist to her. She freezes and looks at it, eyes darting from the exposed skin to the blood soaked carcass. Ah, fuck it. “I wouldn’t have said anything if it wasn’t.” Then with a short nod, the Wraith reaches for it and sinks her fangs into his skin, jolted by the wave of pleasure that comes with it.

She tries not to drink too long, little nagging thoughts popping up as she is swept along in ecstasy and strength. When a little more than the edge is taken off, Wessex pulls away and wipes her mouth.

“Thank you.”

now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat

it's a bearable bruise on your conscious

It’s an offer that isn’t taken lightly – and honestly he wouldn’t have offered had she not seemed like she really needed it. So the wrist is offered and the debate goes on briefly before Wessex is reaching for it. A nod granted in response as he steadies himself, knowing what comes next and doing his best to not give in. His jaw clenches, some preparation as he sinks back on his heels.

She bites down and he hums low in his throat, stifling a growl, cheeks flushing, eyes shuttering as he swallows hard and his jaw clenches further trying to keep from giving into it. Soon enough, she pulls away and he has a moment of an attempt of clarity to try and calm down. He leans forward, steel gaze focusing on the luxere before them. “You’re welcome.” He answers back, gruff and a bit rough, jaw tight.

but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?

i am the way and the life in the best looking truth

dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous

At least they’re on the same page. And it’s awkward as hell, but it did the trick - Wessex feels like she can continue the work here and get whatever parts of the luxere they want back to the Grounds before she needs to go to a Shrine. Without looking at Sunjata again, she finishes dismantling what she needs from the main carcass and sets it aside. “So do you want the rest of this, or just parts? Happy to help get it all back to the Grounds.” And there are multiple ways to do it - sitting back on her knees, Wessex wonders what might be best - for her to teleport it all back to say, the VlamVloed, or help him carry it back to the portal.

But as far as she’s concerned, they have no need to speak of her drinking. It happened. Moving on.

now take what i offer, straight up the nose, down the throat

it's a bearable bruise on your conscious

There’s a small part of him that wants to look at Wessex when she speaks – but he honestly doesn’t know what he’ll do when it comes down to it. So instead, he focuses on the Luxere in front of him, the redness creeping along his neck and cheeks burning and hot against the chill and bite in the air, and he focuses on all the other things – such as the corpse of the deer in front of him and how fucking cold it is out here to avoid the thoughts his mind is wanting to spiral to.

Her question also grounds him a bit more and he clenches his jaw a bit tighter and bobs his head in a slight nod, preparing the Luxere the best he can to take it away with them. “I’ve got it. Might as well take it all.” He replies gruffly again, working to get the deer in a way where he can pull the rest of it along. One way, they’ll make it back to the Grounds with all the parts and pieces included.

- FIN <3

but don't it feel good? don't you feel calmer?

i am the way and the life in the best looking truth