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[anon text] - Pulse - 021

Gnomeday, Gnome Redecan 09, ND 2018

[The text is rushed, pounded with trembling fingers as Guy slams his bedroom door shut, locks it, and quickly barricades it with a chair, letting himself wither onto the floor next to his bed before going back to check for mistakes.]

Quick but strange question. Bear with me.

Does anyone out there drink blood? Any kind of blood.

Or do you know of anyone who does? Any stories about it, anything at all?

If you do, I need to hear back from you.

Please.

[Because he's running into a bit of an issue as much as he tries to ignore it. With Zelda's memories completely wiped... she's too easy. Too open of neck, too smooth of skin...

He knows he needs to rely on someone outside the apartment walls.

For right now, he stays confined in his room, huddled against the bed with his head cradled in his arms, hands fisting in his hair. Think about something else. Anything else...]

((OOC comment: Guy has the negative gain of becoming a vampire to combat his positive loss of his fear of women.))

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[He pitied the person, really. This wasn't something he wished on people even in his most spiteful moods.]

Unfortunately, yeah. And, by the sounds of it, the desire might get so bad you'll forget yourself and seek out a victim. I have a solution, if you're willing to listen. I ask that you meet me in the park to hear it, though.

[It was the same solution he offered every person like him and, in this case, it would be better if it were done in private.]

[The reply is delayed, and when it finally comes, the anonymous filter is removed.]

...Give me a little while. Housemates and all that; they're concerned. I'll try and be out there soon.

...Thanks.

[About a half an hour later he's stumbling out of the Ordo Apartments and through the alleyways in the direction of the park, a hand pressing to his throat and every swallow feeling like it was ripping at raw skin.

Okay. Okay, SFC. Right.]

Sorry. Had something happen. I'm out now.

Where're you at?

[That delay was worrisome, but he'd wait and see what state the guy arrived in.]

Just at the edge of the forest and the park. Can I assume it wasn't the really bad kind of 'something' that happened?

Someone offered to feed me. Kinda forgot they were a deity. Found that out after about two seconds.

Just hurts like hell to swallow now. But hey, I'm guessing it could've been worse.

[He's rounding the corner towards the park now, collar of his jacket turned up, pocketing his SFC as he glances across the way for anyone else who might be around.]

[Ow. That sounded like it hurt. He could imagine it would be about as pleasant as doing a shot of liquid silver and about as useful to the system as well.

He chose not to relay this, figuring it really wasn't worth saying, and focused on looking for the new figure.

The hardest part of being human was always the dulled senses. He couldn't hear or see or smell when a person was getting closer. Still, there Guy appeared and, seeing as it was unlikely to be anyone but who he was looking for, Johnny stepped out of the trees once the man was close enough.]

Yo. I'd stay away from the deities if I were you.

[And, of course, if this weren't who he was looking for he'd get a strange look and he'd move on.]

Edited 2013-04-10 04:05 (UTC)

[Guy, in turn, smells Johnny much sooner than he catches sight of him slipping out from his hiding spot, so he isn't quite as startled at the response given. Instead, he shrugs, a sheepish and raspy chuckle slipping out of his throat.]

Hard to do when you're dating them.

Sorry for jumping something like this on you so fast, by the way. [He extends a hand.] The name's Guy.

That does complicate things.

[Johnny shook the offered hand with his usual small but friendly smile.] Johnny. Nice to meet you, though perhaps not under the best circumstances.

[He paused, the thought that he should ask if the other person was all right first ran through his head, but he bit it back. Obviously, if something really bad had happened, Guy wouldn't be here. Besides, he didn't want to make the poor man suffer more than he already had.]

So, that solution. You need to drink from someone. That's why I asked you here; who better than someone who knows what it's like?

[That and it was easier to persuade a vampire when it wasn't over the SFC.]

[He blinks, then again, as if processing the question.]

So... you're offering yourself for me to feed off of...?

[His expression is still remarkably hesitant - had it not been for the two packs of blood he'd already consumed, he would have jumped at the chance immediately. But was this man really okay with offering something like this? Something that could kill him if Guy couldn't stop...?]

[Johnny was calm, to him this wasn't that big of a deal. Yeah, he knew he was more at a disadvantage now than when he was a vampire and loosing too much blood wasn't a problem, but it didn't change his perspective on the situation. Besides, ultimately, dying wasn't the end of the world in this place.]

That's right. This is only going to get worse for you if you don't feed and those wounds you have will heal better with fresh blood.

[His smile turned into a smirk.]

You could call me the local juicebox, feeding other vampires is sort of what I do.

[Maybe not all of them, but he'd already done it for several who were here or had passed through.]

[Are you.... seducing him...?

Guy can't really make heads or tails of the man's behavior, other than that yes, the idea of fresh blood was already making his heart race in his throat. But he swallows it back with a rough sigh, a hand running through his hair]

Juicebox or not... I've had at least something besides holy blood, and... I don't know. Don't want to go drinking someone dry just because I'm a little antsy.

[...

His mouth thins into a frown, hands sliding onto his hips with shoulders tensed.]

But I'm assuming that's not going to count for much, is it?

[Johnny felt for him wholeheartedly. Drinking from someone when you knew it would hurt them was one of his biggest hang-ups. Still, he also felt obligated to protect the bubble from vampires who couldn't control themselves yet, especially for the vampire's sake.

He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged.]

To be honest, I didn't suggest this over text because I don't intend to let you walk away without feeding. So, sorry, no it doesn't.

I find the bloodpacks here do very little for me or for others, that might not be the case for you, but I don't think you want to take that chance. Right?

Possibly.

And if I refuse?

[A question more out of curiosity than anything else. He barely trusted himself to leave without being satiated at least a little. But Johnny seemed too... eager.]

New vampires can rarely resist the temptation of fresh, warm, blood. I have no qualms with cutting open my arm to gain your attention.

Of course, if that's the option you choose, then you're making your likelihood of losing control increase.

[Johnny's expression shifted to one of genuine sympathy.]

This is a terrible condition you've been given, I wouldn't wish it on my enemies. I'm only trying to help you get through it.

[...]

...All right.

What do you want me to do?

[He could already feel himself shaking just at the description that Johnny had given. Turning back now... god, he'd be feeling absolutely miserable, one way or the other.]

[Johnny was relieved he wasn't going to have to force Guy, it was easier if it was all voluntary.]

There are two points on the body that are easiest to drink from: the junction where your shoulder meets your neck, and the arm. The thigh isn't so bad either, but you'd have to take me out to dinner first before we got that intimate.

[He smiled, hoping the joke would cause Guy to smile, at least a little. He knew this wasn't the most pleasant thing.]

So, just choose one and go with it. The neck is a little more comfortable for the one being bitten as all they have to do is stand there, but even that can be a bit too intimate for some, so the arm is fine too.

[The joke does get an awkward sort of smile from Guy, more out of the thought of it than any bit of hilarity. When Johnny's moved on, Guy gives a hesitant nod of acknowledgment, eyes settling on other man's neck.]

...If the neck is easier, then... we can do the neck.

...

So, how will I know when to stop?

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[Johnny stepped closer, forgoing personal space, it didn't seem necessary now.]

I wish I could say 'when you feel full' but that's not realistic. Drink enough to take the edge off and then some, your goal is to fill up only about half way, but I don't know if you're going to recognize when that is, it's different for everyone.

[He offered a small smile.]

If it helps at all, I trust you not to kill me, but even if you do, it's not like it'll stick.

[The breach of space is enough to get Guy to freeze, his throat dry, the need to jump forward and feast suddenly so urgent and demanding that his fingers dig sharply into his palms. Easy. One... one step at a time.

The blonde crosses the rest of the distance, visibly holding himself back from moving too fast.]

...Don't know about you, but... I'd rather not risk that... trust or not...

But thanks...

[His words are shaking, trailing off as he leans in towards the other man, a tongue again the flesh of his neck, the pulse beneath sending a shiver up his form...

There's a hand grabbing onto Johnny's arm to keep himself steady, but Guy is barely hesitating before fangs are biting down into the crook of Johnny's neck. He was right - compared to the bite he'd had at Zelda's wrist, this felt... intimate. The closeness of body and breath... oh, how easily the blood ran into his mouth, rich and warm...

He can't help but indulge.]

[He winces as normal when Guy's fangs break his skin, but it doesn't hurt any more than any time before. There isn't much difference except it takes less time for him to get light-headed. Johnny moved the edge of his dress shirt down his arm to move it out of the way. He was going to have enough to explain from the fact the wound wasn't going to heal by the time he got back home.

Sola wasn't going to be happy, but that didn't change Johnny's mind about the situation; Guy needed this, the ex-vampire wasn't going to leave him 'high and dry.'

He let Guy drink, but he kept in mind how he was feeling and how much blood he must be giving each second...just in case he needed to speak up.]

[The edge of his hunger might have been soothed by the bags he'd already been fed, but this was, after all, his first real "meal", and it's hard not to gulp id down greedily. The grip against Johnny's arm grows tighter, his other hand cupping against his chin to give him more room.

Like it or not, he'll need a flag to slow down, because at the rate he's already established, it's clear he isn't stopping anytime soon.]

[The dizzy feeling and the increasing sensation of cotton filling his head was warning enough to Johnny.

He brought a hand up to Guy's shoulder and gripped it tightly.]

Guy..

[His knees were going to go weak if it kept up too much longer.]

[The grip is barely recognized, but the quiet sound of his name gets Guy's eyes to snap open with a quick inhale of breath.

Wh...what am I doing...

He chokes a bit, swallowing one last time before quickly withdrawing, coughing and sputtering with an Ispanian swear, an arm pressed to his mouth.]

Kkk... I... I'm sorry, I didn't...

[Johnny took a small step backwards and his hand shot up to the holes at his neck. Instinctively, he pictured a woolen cloth appearing in his hand, but since he was only human, nothing happened. He winced slightly and just applied more pressure, willing the dizziness to fade.]

It's...it's okay. No permanent harm done.

...how do you feel?

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[Text/Private/Action] poor Guy

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SUCH AN IMPROPER USE OF THIS ICON oh well

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