[her dark hair spills around him, enough that she takes one delicate hand to brush a strand away from his face. they stare at each other in silence. coyo because she's never had anyone go on for so long without blinking, and path for no other reason than to look at her. a contrast to how undone she's made him, she barely has a flush to her cheeks.]
No?
[she doesn't like to play with her food. she'd planned on erasing his memories and skittering away but now he's awake and very interested. most of them are. with a tiny huff she lowers herself, crossing one arm over his chest and resting her head over her hand. catlike. she might feel heavier than she looks, like she's keeping him here.]
Well, [one quick glance down and his jugular is right there. pulse alive and thrumming hard. no, that's shameful to feed twice.] are you going to answer?
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No?
[she doesn't like to play with her food. she'd planned on erasing his memories and skittering away but now he's awake and very interested. most of them are. with a tiny huff she lowers herself, crossing one arm over his chest and resting her head over her hand. catlike. she might feel heavier than she looks, like she's keeping him here.]
Well, [one quick glance down and his jugular is right there. pulse alive and thrumming hard. no, that's shameful to feed twice.] are you going to answer?