It does not bother me. It is sustenance, is it not?
[ Why should it bother her? Lauralae might not know the way all the vampires here are connected, but she understands the need for something, a primal burning inside. She can see it when she notes the scent of blood, the way that flesh feels on her fingertips, the metallic burn of it on the tongue. She cannot fault them for something that she too relishes, when her touch is far more mortal than theirs might be.
Her fingers flex, she watches Louis, drinking in his features in a way not dissimilar to how he might devour a creature, interested and inspired all at once. Curious, wondering, and perhaps a little feeling of being impressed. ]
It would not be the first time, for me. I do not think I taste bad.
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[ Why should it bother her? Lauralae might not know the way all the vampires here are connected, but she understands the need for something, a primal burning inside. She can see it when she notes the scent of blood, the way that flesh feels on her fingertips, the metallic burn of it on the tongue. She cannot fault them for something that she too relishes, when her touch is far more mortal than theirs might be.
Her fingers flex, she watches Louis, drinking in his features in a way not dissimilar to how he might devour a creature, interested and inspired all at once. Curious, wondering, and perhaps a little feeling of being impressed. ]
It would not be the first time, for me. I do not think I taste bad.