Then I consider myself already spoiled with your company.
[Even if she's probably going to be Really Difficult, but he can see that her behaviors are from her tragedy, not because she was born to be terrible.
He couldn't begrudge her for that. He thinks that she can indeed be helped.
Gently, he pulls her hair back, glancing it over to ensure there are no tangles left. He gives a satisfied hum, enjoying the silkiness of it as it slowly dries.]
I think it's done. Do you prefer your hair a certain way?
[That sounds fair. Shifting on the mattress she turns to fully face him, the points of her fangs peeking out over her lip as she smiles. Even though she had technically eaten not that long ago the quality of the man's blood (and his body in general) weren't very good. Alucard smells in comparison far more delicious.]
[The touch actually catches her off guard as her gaze meets his. She stills completely, actually taking a moment to regard him. She was just going to jump him, honestly, pin him down and bite into his neck but...his touch makes her reconsider.
There's a bit of shifting then, as she moves a little closer, gathering herself up onto her knees. She doesn't make a move for it yet though - she's patient, trying to come up with an answer.
It's...actually easy enough to come by, surprisingly enough.]
Like this, but in your lap. I want to bite your neck.
[In return, he smiles kindly, and nods to her request. Alucard arranges himself against the headboard, comfortably as he can manage it before he holds out his hand for Diva to take.]
Come here, when you're ready.
I hope what I have to share will be enough for you.
[There's...something different about this. Even though she's the one in control here (or so she thinks) she finds herself easily following his lead, taking the hand that's offered to her. Soon enough she's closed the distance between them, climbing into his lap, a leg either side of him as she straddles him and makes herself comfortable.
She's not sure if it'll be enough. It'll be something, a snack at least, but for a moment her hunger isn't what she's focusing on. This is incredibly intimate, isn't it? Usually she just grabs and bites without putting much thought into it. She's messy, harsh and violent.
This is already far softer than what she's used to.]
[Like this is usually how he prefers to feed on Trevor as well, he thinks. For others, it is soft but careful, or occasionally from her offered arm. So he can imagine, he thinks, what this might be like for Diva.
But he doesn't rush her, remains patient as she arranges herself into his lap. Calmly, he pushes his hair to the side, offering his neck. Never before he's been a meal to someone else like this, but he is genuinely curious to know if it's enough for her.]
[For some reason she's nervous. Not enough for her to rethink what she's doing, that never crosses her mind even once, but there's a smidge of hesitation as she watches him push aside his hair and offer his neck to her. She knows she's going to hurt him, there's no way around it.
But for once she doesn't really want to.
Settling a hand on each of his shoulders she leans in, bringing her nose and mouth right to the crook of his neck. A moment later and her lips are parting, exposing her large, needle sharp fangs. If Alucard thinks to brace himself, he ought to do it now, for there's only a split second longer before she's sinking her teeth into him. Her fangs dig deep, as they were designed by nature to do, piercing and causing blood to well and pool to the surface. She suckles damaged flesh, fangs still embedded as she finds herself relaxing, her hands sliding from his shoulders to loosely wrap over them instead. It'd be a bit of an embrace, if the bed's headboard wasn't there.
There's nothing refined about her bite, it's as purely instinctual as one can get as she feeds and takes her fill, enjoying the taste of his blood on her tongue. It's not entirely human, but the essence of it is there.]
[Honestly, he doesn't know what to anticipate, but he does watch Diva's brief uncertainty. It is telling to him about her nature. He doubts that helping her will be so easy, but he wants to.
Then, the fangs are in his neck, and all he can think of for a moment is oh so that's what it's like before he shudders, letting her drink. It's certainly an odd sensation, but he doesn't fight her off.
Instead, he slowly places an arm around her waist, letting her take and take. It's a bit dizzying, but nothing he can't recover from.]
[Moderation, she tries to remind herself. It's key, or so that's what she had been told numerous times in the past by various people. Whether it be tutors or her Chevalier being a glutton never ended well. It's not advice she's really taken to heart though, or rather she's never bothered to follow it.
But when she feels his arm come around her back she realizes she should probably stop. Even if Alucard is a vampire that doesn't mean taking too much won't affect him. In fact, she has no clue how he'll be affected. She's only bit other Chiropterans, after all. Not a vampire boy who had a human mother. Finally she pulls out her teeth, leaving two oozing puncture wounds that she sucks on for a brief moment, unable to help herself from tonguing them. That action turns into a few apologetic laps, if you will, much like an animal would lick a wound clean, and as she draws away from his neck to face him once more, he'll notice the smears of his own blood on her face, mouth and chin. She licks her own lips, eyes half lidded, fingers absentmindedly toying with a few strands of his hair. Her demeanor is, for what it's worth, much more calm than it was when she first arrived.]
[He feels lightheaded, a bit dizzy, but nothing he can't solve with the blood packets he has stored in the refrigerator. When she draws back and finishes licking the bite mark, he shudders and closes his eyes a moment, letting the wound sluggishly heal over.
No, she didn't take too much, but he still isn't certain what to do with this sensation. He blinks a moment, not minding her touch to his hair, then lets out a tired laugh.]
She doesn't bother to wipe her mouth or chin, instead deciding to use her fingers to fiddle more with his hair. It's soft and silky. Pretty. She likes it. There's a bit of a pleased hum that slips her as she settles, body relaxed and pliant in his lap. This is nice.]
You're very handsome, you know? You should be my bridegroom.
Be my bridegroom! I'm supposed to have one and you're far more handsome and lovely than the boy that was picked out for me.
[Don't mind her as she twirls strands of gold around her fingers, clearly enjoying herself as she plays with his hair. It's so soft...she can't get enough of it.]
[she can absolutely play with his hair. he doesn't mind and usually adores that sort of thing but the bridegroom topic really kind of threw him for a loop.]
I'm... afraid that I would need to decline, as honored as I am you would ask that of me. I am in love with two people I intend to spend my days with. I am spoken for.
[She can't help but sink a little bit at that, her delighted expression falling into a pout. There's a small, disappointed sigh as she more or less deflates against him, cheek mushed against his chest. It's a bit dramatic, sure, but nothing Diva ever does is without a bit of drama.]
I see...of course someone like you would be spoken for.
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Then I consider myself already spoiled with your company.
[Even if she's probably going to be Really Difficult, but he can see that her behaviors are from her tragedy, not because she was born to be terrible.
He couldn't begrudge her for that. He thinks that she can indeed be helped.
Gently, he pulls her hair back, glancing it over to ensure there are no tangles left. He gives a satisfied hum, enjoying the silkiness of it as it slowly dries.]
I think it's done. Do you prefer your hair a certain way?
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It's true that Diva is going to be Really Difficult, but his assessment of her isn't wrong either. Ultimately she's a product of her environment.]
Thank you. [Look, sometimes she remembers she has manners.] Um, I usually wear it down...but you can do what you think will look best.
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[The brush is set aside, and he passes his fingers through her hair.]
Would you like to eat now?
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[That sounds fair. Shifting on the mattress she turns to fully face him, the points of her fangs peeking out over her lip as she smiles. Even though she had technically eaten not that long ago the quality of the man's blood (and his body in general) weren't very good. Alucard smells in comparison far more delicious.]
Mm, yeah...yes I would, please.
[She's. Trying.]
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[Tenderly, he touches her cheek.]
How would you like me, then?
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There's a bit of shifting then, as she moves a little closer, gathering herself up onto her knees. She doesn't make a move for it yet though - she's patient, trying to come up with an answer.
It's...actually easy enough to come by, surprisingly enough.]
Like this, but in your lap. I want to bite your neck.
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Come here, when you're ready.
I hope what I have to share will be enough for you.
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She's not sure if it'll be enough. It'll be something, a snack at least, but for a moment her hunger isn't what she's focusing on. This is incredibly intimate, isn't it? Usually she just grabs and bites without putting much thought into it. She's messy, harsh and violent.
This is already far softer than what she's used to.]
Well you smell good so...
[He should taste just as good, right?]
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But he doesn't rush her, remains patient as she arranges herself into his lap. Calmly, he pushes his hair to the side, offering his neck. Never before he's been a meal to someone else like this, but he is genuinely curious to know if it's enough for her.]
Then I shall hope it is satisfying.
At your ready.
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But for once she doesn't really want to.
Settling a hand on each of his shoulders she leans in, bringing her nose and mouth right to the crook of his neck. A moment later and her lips are parting, exposing her large, needle sharp fangs. If Alucard thinks to brace himself, he ought to do it now, for there's only a split second longer before she's sinking her teeth into him. Her fangs dig deep, as they were designed by nature to do, piercing and causing blood to well and pool to the surface. She suckles damaged flesh, fangs still embedded as she finds herself relaxing, her hands sliding from his shoulders to loosely wrap over them instead. It'd be a bit of an embrace, if the bed's headboard wasn't there.
There's nothing refined about her bite, it's as purely instinctual as one can get as she feeds and takes her fill, enjoying the taste of his blood on her tongue. It's not entirely human, but the essence of it is there.]
Mmn...
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Then, the fangs are in his neck, and all he can think of for a moment is oh so that's what it's like before he shudders, letting her drink. It's certainly an odd sensation, but he doesn't fight her off.
Instead, he slowly places an arm around her waist, letting her take and take. It's a bit dizzying, but nothing he can't recover from.]
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But when she feels his arm come around her back she realizes she should probably stop. Even if Alucard is a vampire that doesn't mean taking too much won't affect him. In fact, she has no clue how he'll be affected. She's only bit other Chiropterans, after all. Not a vampire boy who had a human mother. Finally she pulls out her teeth, leaving two oozing puncture wounds that she sucks on for a brief moment, unable to help herself from tonguing them. That action turns into a few apologetic laps, if you will, much like an animal would lick a wound clean, and as she draws away from his neck to face him once more, he'll notice the smears of his own blood on her face, mouth and chin. She licks her own lips, eyes half lidded, fingers absentmindedly toying with a few strands of his hair. Her demeanor is, for what it's worth, much more calm than it was when she first arrived.]
You're pretty tasty.
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No, she didn't take too much, but he still isn't certain what to do with this sensation. He blinks a moment, not minding her touch to his hair, then lets out a tired laugh.]
It is a first for me to have another say as such.
You look content with your meal, at least.
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[Haha.]
I am.
[For now, at least.
She doesn't bother to wipe her mouth or chin, instead deciding to use her fingers to fiddle more with his hair. It's soft and silky. Pretty. She likes it. There's a bit of a pleased hum that slips her as she settles, body relaxed and pliant in his lap. This is nice.]
You're very handsome, you know? You should be my bridegroom.
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Yes--?
[Yes, she was his first-- well, that's a way of putting it.
Not that he minds her being so content against him. But the mention of being her bridegroom makes him almost choke.]
I'm sorry? [diva hey what the hell]
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[Don't mind her as she twirls strands of gold around her fingers, clearly enjoying herself as she plays with his hair. It's so soft...she can't get enough of it.]
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I'm... afraid that I would need to decline, as honored as I am you would ask that of me. I am in love with two people I intend to spend my days with. I am spoken for.
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I see...of course someone like you would be spoken for.
[HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]
How unfair...
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[Alucard runs his fingers through her hair.] Would you be satisfied with having me as a friend?
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Mm, I would. Better still, you can be my prince. My princely friend.
[It has a nice ring to her ears at least don't @ her.]
The only friend I've ever had is my twin.
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I will do my best to help you, truly.
[And right now, he's perfectly fine with her resting against him like this. It's a bit naive, but in this way he feels like he can protect her.]