(From: “Holes II: Worship and Delicacy”)
"I can imagine it will feel very strange until you are used to it" she agreed, rummaging through the jewelry box for something that looked plausible for her tongue, offering him the needle.
"I don't mind the taste of blood." she murmured against his thumb, nodding again. "I will need to hold my tongue...I am not quite so skilled that I can fleshcraft without my hands." she dropped her mouth open, poking out her tongue and holding the tip of it between her fingers.
<"...that just feels unpleasant"> she complained with a mental giggle. <" ready, darling">
Drystan took the tool from her and set the metal barbell on the vanity. “Good…because there will be a lot of that if we worship together..” He said nonchalantly as he looked at the tool and and more studiously at her tongue, leaving the claws out on the opposite hand, as he could use them to pinch at her and move her tongue up, and then back down as she held the tip. He heard her in his head but he still used his voice.
“Alright then, I can feel your veins, sense them..I am going to use my blood magic on you, it may feel a bit odd, but trust that it is temporary and will feel quite normal when I am done.” He lifted again, so that he could see her veins, blue against the pink of her flesh, just under the surface.
The tongue was an incredibly strong muscle and had large veins inside, that he sensed and held the blood where it was, then he began to push the blood away from the area where he intended to push the needle up through to the surface. This way, he would not risk leaving her with a mouthful of blood, even if she didn’t mind it. “Okay then, here-” He pushed the needle through, followed by the barbell that he grabbed from the vanity with his mind as well, and it slipped through. “-we go.” He let go of her and allowed the blood to flow.
Dinah smiled a little around her tongue-poked position, though she looked a little thoughtful.
<"After what happened, I am hoping I won't just..throw it back up again"> she admitted, shifting in his lap a little and nodding just the once at his talk of his manipulating her blood.
<"...it feels strange."> She agreed when she felt his magic working, though then the needle was pricking into her and she reached her hand to grip the edge of the vanity with a thin hiss of pain. When he slipped the bar through she felt the pulse of her own magic and the cool tingle of her healing immediately healing around it "a-ah." she brought her hands up to her mouth, pulling a face as she dabbed at the blood in the corner of her mouth. The swelling that had been starting was immediately quelled by her healing, but the sensation of something through her tongue made her shift her tongue around, curling the tip of her tongue to touch the top of the bar.
"...it feels so strange" she whispered with a giggle, her voice still a little thick "if i give you some jewels.. Could you make me another? I want to put an amulet in the little ball there. Harder to get rid of it. I will be doing it with all of my piercings"
Drystan pulled his mouth a little sideways at the mention of what had happened with Niles. “This will be much, much different than any of that business was. I wouldn’t put you in that sort of position if I thought for a second it would put you through that sort of trauma again my sweet.”
He watched her after, and she adjusted to the thing being in her tongue, her words a little accented by the addition. “Hm. That is a fine idea, I am sure I could manage something. I had thought of using a fine tool to etch the metal, worlds smallest ward?” He lifted his brows to her, and pulled his hands around her middle and her hips, adjusting her on his lap, and leaving his hands there wrapped around her.
“My turn, I want to know how that is…” He chinned up at her, indicating her tongue. “After, .. I had just a couple others..”
Dinah nodded solemnly at his words, trusting him entirely. Nyarlathotep wasn't one of her patrons; she would have to take the lead from her brother on this one.
"it doesn't matter if it's small" she spoke slowly, carefully as she got used to the feeling of the metal interloper in her mouth. "I can ward it. I can make it as an amulet" she smiled as he adjusted her, shifting herself so she was more comfortable.
"Others?" she buried her fingers in the jewelry box, finding another barbell and examining it in her fingers, taking the needle in her hand.
"alright. Tongue out" she smiled in amusement, waggling the needle again. "you will have more blood than me unless you deal with that"
Drystan swallowed once and then stuck out his tongue, mouth open. He had to concentrate on his own body now, feeling out all the individual veins and myriad of capillaries in his tongue. He didn’t just drain his tongue, as he had not with her, instead choosing to be very particular and more fine tuned than that. He wanted to feel with as much of himself in the rest of his body, including his blood flowing through his veins. Usually just a background automated procedure the body handles and doesn't make one aware of, for him was a steady feeling that danced and weaved into the background music of heartbeats and blood flowing through nearly every body around him, all a part of his everyday existence.
He could not signal her mentally, though he sort of tried, and quickly made a sound out of his throat that came out as just a croak of sound, keeping his eyes intent on her golden gaze so she knew he was ready. Hands held her a little tighter and he was prepared for it.
Dinah smiled as she watched him, focusing on him until he signaled her with the squeeze. She nodded again and lifted the needle.
"Here we go," she whispered, pressing the needle into the flesh of his tongue. She slipped her fingers down to touch his tongue with the bloody tip of her finger and she let the little pulse tingle through her.
"and the bar..." she murmured, removing the needle and swapping it with the barbell in a smooth movement, screwing the ball in place and sitting back once more.
"and you're done." she added, pressing a kiss to his cheek with another chilly flare of magic; this one, her healing magic.
He felt the needle and the sear of pain that flushed the rest of his face with blood, and another sound came from him as her fingertip touched the blood and magic to him. He blinked a few times at the pain as it raced lightning quick down him from his face to churn with the stomach flipping feeling happening there. His body clenched as she pulled the bar through, and she sat back.
He let out his breath and pulled his tongue into his mouth at once, and then inhaled and tasted the blood from her fingertip. His brain fired off in different directions, letting go of the hold he had held on that one fine tuned area of his tongue. The thickness of his tongue sat oddly in his mouth as he tasted her.