caughtinanetwork | [anon text] - Pulse

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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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?

...Better.

[Now that he sits and thinks about it... much better. Not completely relieved, but oddly satisfied, enough so that taking another drink, while tempting, isn't like waving a lure in his face. It's both revolting and relieving at the same time, to lick his lips of the last remnants of blood and not feel so... dangerous.

His sleeve wipes against his face, looking over at the other man with growing concern.]

Hey. You sure you're gonna be alright?

[Johnny nodded and mustered a smile in an attempt to shake Guy's worry.]

I'll be fine, this is nothing new for me~

That wasn't as much as I can usually give, so it might get uncomfortable again towards the end of the week. If you think you can't last, go ahead and call, I don't mind.

[He grumbles a bit in the back of his throat, his hand sliding through his hair. The fact that he had to do this at all was uncomfortable as hell. Would he really have to do it again?

Might as well take the man's word for it, if he's been down this road enough times. But his stubborn flair still rides against him, forcing a thin frown onto his face.]

If it'll keep me at bay most of the week, then I'll try my hardest... and let you know, I guess.

...

Thanks, though. Not sure what I would've done without you.

[The thought 'murdered your friends and family or turned someone' ran through his head, but he had enough tact not to say it.

He forced a small smile and offered his free hand to shake.]

It was nothing. I hope the rest of your week is uneventful.

[Uneventful, huh? He chuckles, a rueful tone to his voice as he reaches out to grip the other man's hand and give it a shake.]

Here's hoping.

And I'll, ah... I'll be sure to let you know if anything too exciting happens.

[Probably immediately. God forbid that has to happen, though.]

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