But the loneliness never left me
I always took it with me
We get it from the Voice. Your hackles rise at that notion, anger tensing your body as disgust flashes over your face. "So, like... yer starvin'?" you question, trying to put the whole thing into a perspective your ignorant brain can better comprehend. If he needs fluid and he hasn't gotten it yet he must have had nothing in all this time.
Except, wait, can't he drink--?
"Ah." Yeah, there it is. You would like to say that there isn't a sickened flip-flop in your stomach at the idea of someone drinking your blood, but that would be a damned dirty lie. It's a bizarre idea: usually you want very much to keep your blood inside your body, not outside, and certainly not inside someone else's. How easy would it be for him to kill you just by bleeding you dry, you wonder, trying not to cringe at the idea.
But then... this is Red you're talking about. And regardless of your reservations, we all knew what you were going to do before he even asked.
"I see... so now that yer desperate, my blood's finally good enough for ya." It's a joke, of course, and your voice conveys it, your eyes crinkling as you peer up at his face. Settling on your heels, you tilt your head, expression growing earnest again. "Doubt you're gonna kill me, an' whatever other effects it has, I'm sure I've had worse."
Except, wait, can't he drink--?
"Ah." Yeah, there it is. You would like to say that there isn't a sickened flip-flop in your stomach at the idea of someone drinking your blood, but that would be a damned dirty lie. It's a bizarre idea: usually you want very much to keep your blood inside your body, not outside, and certainly not inside someone else's. How easy would it be for him to kill you just by bleeding you dry, you wonder, trying not to cringe at the idea.
But then... this is Red you're talking about. And regardless of your reservations, we all knew what you were going to do before he even asked.
"I see... so now that yer desperate, my blood's finally good enough for ya." It's a joke, of course, and your voice conveys it, your eyes crinkling as you peer up at his face. Settling on your heels, you tilt your head, expression growing earnest again. "Doubt you're gonna kill me, an' whatever other effects it has, I'm sure I've had worse."
but I can put it down
in the pleasure of your company
ZEPHYR
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