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caughtinanetwork2013-04-09 06:50 pm
relinquishing) wrote in caughtinanetwork2013-04-09 06:50 pm
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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.))
[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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I will be back shortly, then.
[Though she doesn't exactly run, she is walking very quickly on the way to the clinic and back, retrieving two bags of blood and hurrying on back to the Ordo neighborhood again. She knocks on Guy's door lightly upon returning.]
I'll move one of the bags in there, all right? Don't be startled.
[There's a "pop" sound, then one of the bags would appear on the floor before Guy. If he's really that concerned about his mental state, she's not going to hand the bag to him directly. Thankfully having Hylia's memories gives her access to a few more abilities than she typically has.]
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As soon as she's ascended the stairs, he's back to the barricade, and once the bag has magically appeared in his room... it's as though a switch struggling to stay off is suddenly flipped, his senses going a little berserk. He's on his knees within moments, breath heavy and vision fogged, bringing the bulge of the bag to his mouth and letting teeth sink in past the plastic, drinking greedily as if he'd been thirsting for days and days.
It was frightening, in a sense. How out of control he felt in the grip of those short minutes... and over an amount of blood that still felt too inadequate. But the more he drank, the more his anxiety began to wane. Not completely. But there was a definite calming effect behind the blood running down his throat.
...
He blinks, the bag in his hand slowly being pulled from his mouth, practically sucked dry. It's then that the fear of his condition rises up in full force, although now, his composure manages to keep itself. He brings up his wrist to shakily wipe the blood from his mouth, streaking the collar of his shirt with trickles of red.]
T-thank you...
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Of course. You feel a little more composed, then? I would say the condition you are suffering from is almost certainly some form of vampirism, then. I have another bag here. Do you feel you could open the door and take it from me while maintaining your composure? If you are going to have this condition all week, it is best to learn to control yourself as soon as possible.
[If he can drink the second bag a little more calmly, she'll think about offering her own blood to sate him. She's done as such with Kanaya before.]
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[He steels himself with a deep breath, dragging the chair from the door and slowly undoing the locks before cracking the door open.
Damn it. Even with the pack to satiate him, her standing there with another bag in her hand was like choosing between a puddle and an oasis. His knuckles are white against the doorknob, but he opens the door a little more, drawing himself up and trying to hide just how frightened and sickened he was behind an apologetic glance at the princess.
After a moment, his expression hardens and he holds out a shaking hand, waiting for the second pack.]
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It is a manageable condition. I have a dear friend who is a vampire, and so long as she takes care to feed regularly she is completely in control. What you are feeling now can be avoided.
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[It's only when their hands meet that Guy finally realizes... he's not ducking away. He's not screaming, he's not shoving her aside.
Was... his fear gone?
The grimace is barely on his face before being shoved aside. The pack in his hands, he gives a brief nod of thanks before taking a step back, hand at the doorway. He could easily devour this one just as fast, the buzz and burn in his mind still present with blood so close. But he makes a mental note to try and pace himself.
Even so... he assumes, of course, that she doesn't wish to watch.]
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Sorry Guy, your girlfriend is a freak.]
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He meets her gaze hesitantly, his mouth thinning, before letting his lids drop and his mouth close over the bulk of the bag. The initial taste gets a quiet noise from him, eyes clouded, but he shuts them immediately afterwards, inhaling sharply through the nose with brow furrowed, before letting himself drink at a slow, steady pace, even pausing to catch his breath one or two times and give a questioning glance at the princess.
Steadier composure aside, he still empties the bag cleanly within minutes, removing the plastic from his fangs with a wince and bringing his arm up to his mouth to wipe again. The cloud over his expression is quickly lifting, once again revealing that apologetic glance of blue eyes.
Sorry Zelda, your boyfriend is also a freak.]
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I've been told that the bags are not adequate when it comes to the long term. I have let Kanaya feed off of me before, so I do not mind if you would like to. I'll stop you before I grow faint, so don't be concerned about that.
[In the moment, she's just recalling Kanaya having no trouble and forgetting that Kanaya is very different from the average vampire. Things that are holy don't hurt her, and sunlight rejuvenates her.
This could end messily for Guy.]
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For a brief moment, his eyes cloud again. But he shakes his head firmly, a hand to his temple, letting his mind clear...
Just her wrist, Just a little bit.]
...Please do. I don't want to hurt you.
[He'd never forgive himself. SHE'D never forgive him if he lost his control that easily. Would she?
...
The blonde hesitantly reaches for her wrist, stepping forward and lifting it to his mouth. She should be able to feel his hands shaking, his tongue against her skin, then the touch of his lips, the sharp prick of his fangs--
The richness of her blood in comparison to that which he just drank was like comparing night and day - it takes all he's got not to start sucking it down his throat just as fast as he had before. It's fuller, delicious and pure...
...and burning, after a few seconds. But he seems too caught up in it to notice at first.]
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She knows exactly what's coming from the moment he bites down, and she holds her breath to avoid embarrassing herself. He'd likely be able to tell what she was feeling anyway just from how much her heartbeat speeds up and her face flushes. Zelda doesn't notice the burning at first either. It's a passive thing for her, not something she needs to be conscious of. Right now she can only focus on the sensation and on keeping herself coherent enough to stop Guy once she starts feeling dizzy.]
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...that is, until the burning just starts becoming too much, and Guy starts tasting his OWN blood mixing in his mouth. His eyes snap open, withdrawing from her arm as quickly as he could before doubling over into a coughing fit, a hand pressed against his throat.]
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[It's instinctive to reach out and support him. Her voice sounds a little breathy, and she very nearly heals him before realizing what might be the matter.]
Oh, I'm terribly sorry... I forgot that vampires traditionally have trouble with deities as well as sunlight. Are you all right? Perhaps you should find someone else to feed from...
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N-No, it... *kkoff* I-I forgot t-the whole... *k-kkoff* t-the deity... thing...
[Guy swallows with a pained expression, using her arm as support as he straightens himself up.]
I... yeah, I tried to... contact some people before you knocked... I t-think there's someone who's willing to... to help or something...
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[She's not sure if that regenerative process would make him unstable again. Whoever he's meeting is hopefully properly familiar with vampires.]
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[The park shouldn't be too far a walk, at least. He didn't feel like he was going to pass out or anything, and he had been told to avoid the main roads, so he'd just take his time. It would be alright. Hopefully.
He wipes at his mouth once more with his sleeve, totally ignorant at this point to the streaks of red, licking at his thumb and wiping away at what remained on his face. He hesitates, before bowing down and taking up her wrist again, a brief and shaky kiss against the knuckles the only motion he gives before letting her go.]
...Thank you, Your Highness. Make sure and bandage your wrist, alright?
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No damage was done, so please do not feel badly. I only regret that I couldn't be of more assistance.
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[His smile is gentle if not a little rueful. Had he remained shut in that room... climbing out a window from the second story and avoiding whoever happened to be on the streets would have probably been his only other option. Who knows who he might have attacked.
Guy hesitates, adjusting the collar of his shirt as his smile thins into something far more somber.]
I'll need to be on my way before anything else happens. I'm... sure you'll understand. So if you'll excuse me, princess...