[ If she notices the lingering touch, she doesn't say or do anything that makes it seem like it's bothered her, it's actually when his hand slips out of her grip that she seems to be bothered - safety net gone. ]
They're not going to stop because - because of this are they?
[ There's worry thick laden in her voice. Part of her knows she's stalling, dragging her feet. ]
No. For now we're all a bit too united by a common enemy, and they're all too used to someone calling the shots.
[ He sounds completely certain. Perhaps he sounds more certain than he really is - it's not like it won't require work on his part, maintaining his position. But the fact of the matter remains nobody here has the means to kill him.
A beat after she falters, and he steers her then, one hand at the small of her back. Not impatient, but careful. One step at a time. ]
[ When she finds herself staring at the bag he'd brought. Almost timidly she reaches out to gather up the blood bag. Just the sight of it has her teeth hurting, and she's sure there are fangs where there hadn't been before...
She almost just wants to sink her teeth into it, not caring about the mess it would make. Instead she tugs one of the tabs off, bringing it up to her lips - and it certainly didn't taste as gross as she thought it would. And it would taste a lot better if she could bring herself to actually swallow it, but for some reason she can't no matter how hard she tries, a moment later she's choking on it, making a bloody mess as she coughs, spitting blood on her floor. ]
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They're not going to stop because - because of this are they?
[ There's worry thick laden in her voice. Part of her knows she's stalling, dragging her feet. ]
of course.
[ He sounds completely certain. Perhaps he sounds more certain than he really is - it's not like it won't require work on his part, maintaining his position. But the fact of the matter remains nobody here has the means to kill him.
A beat after she falters, and he steers her then, one hand at the small of her back. Not impatient, but careful. One step at a time. ]
But I'm flattered. You're worried on my behalf.
c:
[ When she finds herself staring at the bag he'd brought. Almost timidly she reaches out to gather up the blood bag. Just the sight of it has her teeth hurting, and she's sure there are fangs where there hadn't been before...
She almost just wants to sink her teeth into it, not caring about the mess it would make. Instead she tugs one of the tabs off, bringing it up to her lips - and it certainly didn't taste as gross as she thought it would. And it would taste a lot better if she could bring herself to actually swallow it, but for some reason she can't no matter how hard she tries, a moment later she's choking on it, making a bloody mess as she coughs, spitting blood on her floor. ]