WHEN: 1945 OCT 30th ; early afternoon
WHERE: Carnivale fairgrounds
WHO: The Tanuki, Lira, Dinah Windgrace, and Niles Roesler
Warnings: Voracious vampiric feeding, some groping and stripping.
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[13:03] ᴄᴀᴇʟ (helio5igma): The Tanuki's mask was different today. Carved out of a darker wood, the expression on it molded into a tragic frown, brows upturned in something akin to grief. There was no sign of this in his posture. He still stood upright, speaking enthusiastically as people asked him about this or that. Once Lira approached he tilted his head and offered a wave. "Miss Lira and Uggla, would you like some refreshments? Something to drink, something to eat?" he offered with a gesture at the things that littered the carts nearby.
[13:12] Dinah (dollihead) was picking at her cake, having been... suspicious of the rest. Not that she'd tell anyone else of her suspicions, oh no. That would ruin the fun. She watched Momiji and his mask with a curious sort of intensity, as if trying to decide if she'd take him up on the offer to try and make him cry.
On one hand.... probably something good would come of it. On the other...making the tanuki cry.
Was it worth it?
Picking another cherry out of her cake with her long pointed nails, she remained in deep consideration.
[13:16] Lira actually skips over. Seriously, girl: get a grip. "Greetings!" Her voice has the kind of cadence that might make one expect to see the word 'earthlings' after it; possibly she just doesn't get out much? Who can say. "I rode the teacups eighteen times yesterday!" Surely, something to be proud of, Lira. She stares at Momiji. "You have food?" Stating the obvious appears to be yet another of her many talents. "Is it good food? Where did it come from? Did the demifae make it? Do you have demifae? Also, I do not have any allergies, but I don't like pineapple." She stares at the dark-clad being. "You are very tall." Oh, dear. She's blurting. "Uggla says hi, too! He did not like the teacups as much as I did. He could not fly for an hour. I just fell down."
[13:20] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) stood nearby, curiously observing Dinah's careful consumption of the funnel cake until it was clear they had company. He was a pale man, as if he hadn't had a day in the sun since birth. Niles dipped from the waist and offered her a friendly smile, waiting patiently until Lira was finished speaking to reply. "The teacups are a daring thing to ride so many times. The spinning - it makes most people rather nauseated," he said with the lilt of someone who spent quite a lot of time in metropolitan England and the consonants of one who spent just as much time around Germany. "Good day to you, Uggla and Lira. My name is Niles - and this is Miss Dinah Windgrace. As for the food - you'll have to take Miss Windgrace's word for it. I've not yet had any."
[13:23] ᴄᴀᴇʟ (helio5igma): Momiji huffed at the smattering of questions. "Of course it is good food! It is delectable, delicious, and homemade! Well - fair-made. We cook it here, you know." He waved vaguely at the train cars nearby as if that explained things. "Rather... we will make it fresh, as you order. Funnel cake, like Miss Dinah has. Candy floss. Popcorn! Dogs, corn and otherwise! Takoyaki, which is a delicacy! It has squid in it, fried squid. And may be my favorite. And drinks, drinks to wash it down!" He mimed a motion of tipping a bottle to his lips. "And - I'll give you your first for free for riding the teacups so many times! Must be a record," he said, one of those bright blue eyes winking behind the mask.
[13:26] Dinah (dollihead) wiggled her fingers in greeting towards Lira and Uggla again, a smile on her lips
"hullo~" she greeted, though at the questions, particularly on if the 'demi-fae' made the food, she glanced down at the cake with some suspicion for a moment.
"Well, the cake is good at least but there are a lot of different things. It all looks quite good. I am just fussy. There is fruit in the cake, though, I am not sure how much of it might be pineapple" she admitted, glancing back to the teacup ride. "...how were you not terribly sick?" she asked askance, but she smiled up towards Niles again at his words, nodding.
"I think as far as spinning rides go, the carousel is far more my speed. Or the ferris wheel, but that is more...upwards, I suppose" she looked back towards Momiji again and she hummed.
"...drinks might not necessarily be a bad idea." she conceded.
[13:32] Lira cocks her head to one side—the wrong side for the raptor, as it happens: he makes a disgruntled noise and taps her with a talon as if to remind her he's right here.
"What is funnel cake? It doesn't look like a funnel," she says. "A funnel is used for pouring things into spaces when you do not want liquid to splash everywhere, you know. Is it made of metal? I do not eat metal." And she blinks. "Dogs? You eat dogs? I have never eaten a dog before. I know candy floss, though! I like the pink kind." She eyes the funnel cake. "No, I do not think it is made of metal. Yes, I will have some of that. Thank you. Please. Is there coffee? Do you have coffee here?"
She takes a breath, giving the world a merciful few seconds of silence, before turning her attention to Niles. "I met Dinah already," she says. "I was not sick, but I did fall down. Uggla said he does not ever want to do it again, but I want to. Does the ferris wheel go fast?"
Another breath. How does she manage to create so many run-on sentences in a single go? "Coffee smells wonderful, you know. I do not know if I like squid." She stares at the mask, the blue eyes. "I still like your tail."
[13:39] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) scrunched his nose in the slightest of grimaces when Fae were mentioned. "One would HOPE that if there were anything not as it seemed about the food that our host would mention it. But..." he inclined his head toward the carnival. "...somehow I think any effects may be part of the festivities." He glanced at the carts where a menu of drinks absolutely stood and listed: FIZZY POP, HELL JUICE, WITCHES' BREW, GROG, and WATER with the last one in the tiniest little print one could manage. "I'm sure something to wash the cake down is in order. And... if it's worth anything, Miss Windgrace seems mostly unchanged by her selected dessert." He paused as Lira asked her many many questions and simply gestured at the Tanuki. "Funnel... cake is made with a funnel. It drops dough into oil to be fried in er, noodle-like shapes, like this," he explained with a gesture at Dinah's plate. Evidently he did not trust the Tanuki not to answer entirely honestly. "Hot dogs, corn dogs - they are not typically made of canine meat, no. It's processed meat... butcher's extras formed into a sausage shape. Either placed in a bun or ah, fried in dough. The latter is a corn dog." He hummed, sighing wistfully. "Coffee does smell wonderful, yes."
[13:40] ᴄᴀᴇʟ (helio5igma) did wait patiently for them all to finish speaking. He offered no other clarifications and the mask by and large obstructed his facial expression with its own sad mope. "We CAN have coffee," he said when Lira asked and held up a finger. "Give me a minute! And of course another funnel cake." That was said with a slight a bit less cheer but he spun to traipse up the train car steps anyway. Rustling and rummaging and clattering dishes could be heard from within and soon he called out, "WHAT TOPPINGS FOR THE CAKE?" followed quickly by "CREAM AND SUGAR FOR THE COFFEE?"
[13:43] Dinah (dollihead) peered down at the funnel cake again and she made a thoughtful noise "...i'm not sure" she admitted. "I think it's fried?" Di was not at ALL experienced in any sort of cooking. it could have been shot out of a cannon for all she knew. She squinted up an amused smile at Niles though at his remarks.
"...*mostly* unchanged?" she looked down at herself, examining herself in some mild worry. If there was any other sort of mutagen in the cake, she didn't notice it to begin with.
"...hell juice? Witches brew? call me terribly cowardly but I might just stick with the pop" she gave a titter. She'd...probably not eat that much more of the funnel cake now anyway. "Do you have lemon, Momiji?"
[13:49] "Ohhh!" Lira smiles at Niles' detailed answer. "I like to know how things are made. I remember it for next time," she explains. "And processed meat sounds kind of," she makes a face. "I don't know. It sounds kind of disgusting. I am happy for your detailed explanation of dogs, though. I do not know many dogs."
"Yes, I will ask for some water for you, Uggla," she replies to the bird. "Uggla does not like coffee. He says it tastes like dirt, which he only eats when he catches something that's been in the dirt, like a mole." And she scrunches up her nose. "May I have the cherries like Miss Dinah?" She smiles over to the pretty blonde lady. "And lots of sugar in the coffee but only enough cream to make it look like slightly dead leaves, not reindeer hide." Oh, that made a lot of sense, Lira. "I love coffee." She rocks back and forth, left to right, constantly moving. Could be she's still dizzy from all those teacup rides.
[13:54] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) smiled wide when Dinah looked down to double-check for side effects of the cake. "I'd say a little bit of mess counts as change," he teased and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to dab a little bit of cherry topping from the corner of her mouth. "but I don't blame you at all for choosing the pop. I'm sure whatever else is in the rest of it might be a challence for the non-adventurous." Was he teasing again? Very likely, by the tone.
Lira spoke on dogs and things and he laughed, shaking his head. "No, no dogs are... ah - when it isn't a HOT dog or a CORN dog, DOG typically refers to an animal. Canine, four-legged creature, descendent of wolves. Usually kept as a pet." He waved a hand. "The English language is an odd thing." He squinted at the menu, where VAMPIRE BLOOD was certainly among the drinks listed. It might not have been there before - either way it certainly was now. He raised his eyebrows, nudging Dinah with an elbow as if to ask if he should dare.
[13:56] ᴄᴀᴇʟ (helio5igma) Momiji tinkered along in the car before appearing again with a plate of cherry-topped funnel cake and a fancy mug of coffee. It smelled sweet and looked the color of sliiightly dead leaves, as requested! "Oh goodness, I should have asked if you wanted it hot or cold. Sometimes, people take their coffee CHILLED ... or even frozen, did you know? But here, here. Enjoy! On the house, you teacup champion you!" he offered before noticing Niles' interest in the new drink. "Rich and indulgent, you won't be able to have enough!" he added as he nodded his masked head. "A good choice, that Vampire Blood."
[13:59] Dinah (dollihead) nodded her agreement to the owl's sentiments. "I don't really like coffee either. I like the smell but the taste is too bitter for me unless I drown it" she smiled faintly when Lira said she loved coffee and she hummed. "...that...makes a lot of sense" she nodded to herself.
As Niles reached out to preen her, she pursed her lips in a near-pout but she chuckled. "I am not really used to eating finger-food that's at least...fifty percent powdered sugar" she admitted "thank you, darling." she did pout at the teasing about her choice of drinks, though she glanced towards the sign at the nudge and she laughed.
"...well. I suppose one of us ought to take the adventurous choice, don't you think? And I already ordered, otherwise, I might have" she smiled, the picture of innocence. "I think I will be quite happy with my lemon pop though. You should." she picked herself a bottle and lifted it in a smug little toast.
[14:08] "Yes, that was the source of my initial confusion," Lira says to Niles. "I don't think Her Fae Majesty ever serves hot dogs," Lira replies. "I love the English language. It is my first language. I am particularly interested in etymology and shifts between Latinate and Germanic wood roots, although I recognise that as it all stems from Proto Indo European anyway, there are many more cognates than one might imagine at first glance. Because I've spent almost my whole life in the library, what I do not always parse correctly is clip words. I would have understood 'hot dog', for example, but not 'dog'. Many colloquialisms confuse me as well, but because I am hoping to be out among more folk more often, I am reading The Oxford Dictionary of Idioms right now. I am on 'C'."
"Is it OK to lick icing sugar off one's fingers?" she wonders. "I might, anyway, even if it isn't."
Momiji gets a nod. "I do know that some people like iced coffee, and I like it as well, but only when it is hot in the library. I have never had frozen coffee. Is that the same as coffee ice cream? I like coffee ice cream."
The mention of vampire blood gets a brief sideways look, but little more reaction. She's immediately distracted by the coffee though, which she smells thoroughly before taking a sip. Both hands are full now; she awkwardly puts the coffee cup on the ground before trying an experimental bits of the fried cake. "Oh! Oh, it is very good! I like funnel cake."
[14:15] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) lifted his hands in surrender. "I for one thoroughly miss the ability to indulge in a morning cup. Or evening cup. Or any time of the day cup. But I suppose I will settle for being daring and having a cup of Vampire Blood instead." He wrinkled his nose at Dinah, taking the dare. He waited for his beverage as he listened to Lira expound on her liguistical know-how, humming thoughtfully at the odd assortment of things she knew and did not know.
"This may be an odd question Miss Lira... and I do apologize if it's too bold but whoever raised you in said library, did they teach you nothing of modern-day manners or etiquette? For example - you certainly CAN lick icing sugar off your fingers. In fact, it's very good sign of appreciation of the deliciousness of the food," he said with a straight face and a solemn nod. "And iced coffee - it is liquid, but with cubes of ice in it. Cold but not frozen, though... there is also the possibility of making coffee-flavored ice cream."
[14:18] ᴄᴀᴇʟ (helio5igma): The tanuki clapped his hands in delight as Lira praised the coffee and the cake both. "The funnel cake is delicious. We do have many fruit flavors - but of course we're careful of allergies! No pineapple has touched anything that has touched your food, or touched your food! Or drink!" he promised with several nods. When Niles ordered the Vampire Blood he rubbed his hands together and bowed his head. "Why yes, of course! As I said, very good choice." He popped back into the circus train car and rattled around inside before returning with a wine goblet of viscous red fluid that looked very much like its namesake. Handing it to Niles, he bowed his head and went back to standing and observing after bidding him a quiet, "Enjoy~"
[14:21] Dinah (dollihead) sipped at her lemonade, happy enough that she wasn't going to be drinking whatever the fair considered 'blood'. Lira's talk of languages and their origins made her nod in agreement. "languages are terribly interesting" she agreed "there are so many languages that I find interesting, but I rarely learn any these days. I ought to change that"
she hummed up towards Niles as he protested the inability to coffee, and she nibbled at her lower lip. "I wonder if there is a way to fix that somehow?" she murmured in thought, taking another sip of her drink. She shifted her weight to one side and... frowned in thought as she seemed to just..overbalance and lift off the ground a little.
"...momiji, dear?" she asked quite calmly even as her heels flitted just a little from the floor. "...why has gravity decided to be optional for me?" she glanced at the cake, and at the drink. Which was the culprit? perhaps some combination of both? She awkwardly tried to keep a hand on both, remembering the rules about not wasting the fair fare. At least, for now, she wasn't floating too high, though her arms extended out a little further trying to keep her balance.
[14:23] Gwen Enchanted: Lira blinks at Niles. "I did not interact with folk very much; I suppose HFM didn't think to include it. My primary interaction with other folk was making sure no unauthorised tourists ended up in the restricted section of the Library." She looks down for a moment. "I am not ... am I offensive?" she wonders. She mumbles something to Ugla, who nuzzles her cheek briefly, then repositions himself. "I only—some places are very very formal, and so far, this hasn't seemed like one? But I know I talk a lot. I can be quiet."
Really? Prove it.
She smiles at Momiji, opens her mouth as if to say something, then shuts it. And she stares at Dinah, sho appears to be floating up from the ground. "You are floating!"
Nope, can't do it.
[14:26] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) shook his head. "Oh no no, not offensive at all! As I said, licking one's fingers is a sign of ah... appreciation, hm? Just as in Asian cultures one might slurp their soup to show they find it appetizing." He might have asked about the mysterious HFM or the Library if he had not taken a sip of his drink. That sip led to a small pause, then another sip, and a deeper one - then he was chugging down the lot and after a moment of hesitation, stuffing his face into the goblet to lick every last drop from the inside ravenously.
[14:28] ᴄᴀᴇʟ (helio5igma): Momiji simply tilted his head, putting a hand to his lips. "Ah well - pop is carbonated Miss Dinah. Surely it must be the gas. Once it makes its way back out I'm sure you'll be just fine," he explained with a sage nod. "And you are far from offensive, Miss Lira! You and Uggla are both very welcome on carnival grounds. No quiet necessary." He was delighted at the delight shown in her exclamation of Dinah's drifting state, it seemed... and mentioned nothing of Niles and his open indulgence of his own drink.
[14:32] Dinah (dollihead) shook her head when lira asked if she was offensive, an ill-advised move as she started to rotate on the spot.
"...oh bloody hell" she muttered, tottering in midair for a moment as she waved her cake-hand to try and steady herself. "I do in fact...seem to be... ah damn it all...floating" she laughed at the awkwardness of it, flitting about a few inches from the ground, though she gave Momiji an Affronted look when he suggested that the carbonation must come out for her to stop floating. Well, it seemed that she'd be a balloon for the rest of her life, then.
"i think quiet might actually be considered offensive at a fairground. theyre supposed to be fun places, after all..." she tried to balance her funnel cake on top of her lemonade glass, awkward enough so she could finish it and free up a hand before noticing Niles chugging the glass.
"was it that good? What did it taste like?" she asked with interest "...it seems you picked the better option after all."
[14:42] Lira whews audibly at Niles' reply. "Oh! Oh, good. Sometimes folk look at me like I might come from a strange and uncharted world out on the edge of the universe." Because that would explain everything. She watches with detached interest as he makes short work of his vampire blood. "Is that your favourite kind of vampire blood?" she wonders.
She makes fairly short work of the funnel cake, licking her fingers with gusto once she knows it's not rude, then disposes of the paper plate in a nearby rubbish bin. The coffee, she takes more slowly, in appreciative sips. When everyone else reassures her as well, she turns red and looks down. "I was just checking," she mumbles. "And floating looks like fun." She giggles when Dinah starts rotating. "I would want to float forever." The extended idea of how Dinah might get rid of this carbonation goes riiiiiiight over her curly head.
[14:49] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) was quite, quite absorbed in slurping that goblet clean. Once it was dry of any remaining liquid he quite irritably chucked it into the nearest bin before turning to the others nearby. "I... I need more," he rasped as if his throat were dry instead of having just swallowed a whole goblet of the stuff. His irises turned from a blue to a violet to a rather glowy red, his face a bit more gaunt in the cheeks, more sunken in the eyes. It was like he'd been starved. Lira's questions were met with a sharp turn of his head. He stepped toward her when he answered. "Better than anything you could imagine," he answered. His eyes focused on her neck, on her wrists but she turned and headed away to dispose of her own garbage and Dinah was so much closer. He knew what that blood tasted like. A whirl on a heel and he was reaching to grab at Dinah's wrist, meaning to pull her toward him and that wrist towards his mouth if he managed to grab hold.
[14:51] ᴄᴀᴇʟ (helio5igma): "I did say he wouldn't be able to have enough..." came the quiet commentary from the tanuki. But if they looked the tanuki himself wasn't there - simply a rotund raccoon statue sitting in front of the booth, watching them intently.
[14:54] Dinah (dollihead) offered the rest of her glass out towards Lira when she suggested that floating looked like fun. Sharing wasn't wasting, right?
"It feels...strange. but not unpleasant" she admitted curiously. "Though it's a little hard to get used to. it's different than flying..less control"
Nile's response to the Vampire blood had her frowning in some concern, the seriousness of her expression downplayed somewhat by bobbing about in midair like a sad balloon. She turned at Momiji's words, but then her wrist was being caught and she squeaked in surprise.
small mercy at least she'd laid off the candy floss.
She didn't resist the grip, not like she could try to pull away when his grip was stopping her from floating away, though she pouted
"Right here? really? if you get any on my dress i'm going to be so cross" She folded her other arm across her chest, though she tilted her head towards Lira "I would keep your distance, if I were you"
[14:58] "I can't fly," Lira replies to Dinah. And she takes Dinah at her word, downs the rest of the coffee in a single gulp, and takes the steps necessary to put the cup on the countertop, where she hopes the raccoon will take care of the washing-up. "I think we... Uggla needs to hunt," she says. (LAME!) "We should be. OK, bye!" and unless someone physically stops her, she and Uggla will trot off into the woods, after which there may be a flurry of wings and that noise rabbits make when they, you know.
[15:06] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) was solely focused on the thump of blood through Dinah's veins. He pulled her arm in front of his face and opened wide, fangs sharp and extended as as he bit viciously into her wrist. He pierced her radial artery and tore a shake of his head, causing a spurt of blood that seemed to stop, mid-air, before flowing right into his mouth, bloodwork at play to make the feed terrifyingly efficient. Dinah likely felt how quickly he was making the blood flow - fatally for a normally human, mildly dizzying for someone who could regenerate it as fast as he was drinking.
[15:09] Dinah (dollihead) drifted closer and whilst he bit her, she yelped a little and gritted her teeth, but grabbed her other hand out to keep a hold of his shirt so she didn't drift away again. The blood-fountain into his mouth made her wrinkle her nose a little but at least it kept it from spilling all over her dress, but he was drinking a lot and she wobbled a little midair.
"...didn't you say you'd ask next time?" she said quietly, keeping her arm extended, her other hand still anchoring herself to his shoulder, leaning her head to rest on her own arm as she floated there. "I actually feel a little lightheaded...that doesn't happen often..."
[15:13] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) could not drink fast enough, it seemed. Despite the speed of the flow from her radial artery he pulled back, any blood smeared on his lips quickly sliding down into his mouth. Red eyes darted up to her face as for a moment he stopped, the controlled flow pooling in something of a liquid cuff around her wrist. "I need. More. More than this," he struggled out. The hollowed look to his face hadn't changed - whatever had been in that drink, it had turned him into a bottomless pit of hunger.
[15:17] Dinah (dollihead) watched her blood pattern around...and then slide away on his skin, her wrist-wound healing as soon as it was left to it's own devices, leaving pink marks in it's wake.
"What the hell did that stuff do to you?" she asked with an accusatory look back towards the tanuki statue. "if I die because of this, Momiji, you owe me a freebie" she said sharply. She frowned in some worry and disentangled her arm from his shirt, bunching her hair up over her shoulder and pulling it away from her throat.
"will this be better? I don't really know where works best for teeth. if I start to get a little..tapped out...just give me a moment and I should be fine. I suspect that people might get a bit vexed if you start biting the populace up here, and you're too soon back to earn the pitchforks and torches treatment"
[15:21] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) shuddered as he fought the frenzy building rapidly at his core. The longer her went without imbibing the harder it became until the mere sight of her pulling her hair back to expose her neck had him grabbing a fistful of dress and shoving her backward until he had her pinned to the couch. The weight of him luckily kept her pinned down, even if the slight float meant she was up against him constantly. His teeth quickly found her neck, biting down and ripping open with another ghastly spurt from her carotid artery. Bright red blood filled the air before funneling back in to fill his mouth, letting him gulp greedily. One hand kept her wrist pinned in its grip, the other quickly finding her hair to keep her head tilted. Pitchforks and torches were little more than a distant thought.
[15:27] Dinah (dollihead) would have stumbled as she was pushed backwards if her feet were still touching the ground, uttering a noise of protest at his grappling her dress. The bite to her throat caused another hiss through gritted teeth, tilting her head aside so her face was away from the sharp parts, one wrist trapped, the other reaching to grip at his shoulder again, though at least his weight was stopping her from drifting off again. She could feel herself becoming cooler as every drop was dragged out of her, her breathing becoming somewhat both laboured and softer as it became more effort to keep her eyes open. Even the grasp at his shoulder had become far more feeble, but her regeneration could keep up. she'd had worse.
[16:02] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) still found himself wanting. It didn't help that it wasn't simply hunger he felt. The press of her body ellicited other things and his hips ground forward even as he let go of her neck. The sight of flesh mending so quickly only bid him to bite again, tearing, ripping, meaning to take a chunk this time as darker venous blood mingled with the arterial in a red swirl around their heads. The need was unending, she could feel that much from the near-feral desire burning through his mind. It wasn't sated by any degree despite the copious amounts of blood he took.
[16:07] Dinah (dollihead) 's eyelids fluttered open as he pressed himself into her slightly-levitated form and her fingertips squeezed into his shirt, into his shoulder, with what meager strength her bloodless limbs could muster. She had opened her mouth to speak again as her throat-bite had healed only for him to bite down again and harder this time, and instead of words she made a wispy little gasp in place of whatever she'd been attempting to say. The hand at his shoulder, somewhat far paler than she had been on arrival to the fair and a little trembling, knotted her fingers into his hair, the wrist he held twisting just a little as she tested his hold on him.
[16:09] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently): He was focused. And he was, in that moment, as if bloodless and starved. The grip was not strong by comparison to the one that kept her head back. His efforts were there and at her throat, keeping the blood flowing as he fed desperately. It was easy enough to slip that wrist free though if she did that hand went elsewhere, fumbling at her dress and yanking handfuls upward to reduce the number of layers between them.
[16:14] Dinah (dollihead) did wriggle her wrist free but it didn't go far, only so far as to loop around his shoulders with the other one, chilly fingers on the back of his neck. Was it possible he had more of her blood than she did? Her lips moved wordlessly, but as his hand ventured for her dress she stretched just a little beneath him. Even without her physical strength, little as it was, she could have probably smacked him in the mouth with telekinesis hard enough to distract him if she'd been so inclined, but.. Another trembly little gasp spilled out of her lips, the increase of her heartrate only serving to pump more of that dark blood into his mouth
[16:24] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently): It certainly didn't look like he had much blood in him. Anyone with knowledge of standard human physiology might've questioned how he managed to be so stiff against her; he was still so pale, gaunt in the face, voraciously feeding like a man dying of thirst. More pressed his mind and he pulled from the massacred flesh of her neck, trying to wrench her head the other way so he could attack the untouched other side. Once he felt flesh instead of dress any effort to contain the mess was gone in his distraction. That hand groped fervently beneath the hem, seeking the waistband of her underwear so he could tear it downward.
[16:29] Dinah (dollihead) curled her fingernails against the back of his neck, taking a breath as he pulled her hair and shifted her head so he could maul the other side. She flexed her fingers, making a weak, choked noise in her ruined throat and her eyes drifted closed again. Too much, a little too much. She was more than a little feeble now, but as she felt his hand under the hitched-up dress looking for the scrap of silk that was more akin to the pieces she wore in her true guise. She made another noise in her throat, something that might have been a 'nn...n.." but she didn't hit him with the telekinesis even now, golden eyes cracking open to try and see his bloodless, gaunt face.
[16:35] Niles Roesler (ohsoincoherently) couldn't hear her, not above the thump of blood in her body. It called to him, made every little noise something that goaded him on rather than whatever other attempts to communicate they actually were. The scrap of silk was pulled and pulled until their bodies became a hindrance and he growled, pulling away from her neck just enough to bend her legs at the knees to relieve her of her undergarments. If she didn't fight him then he pressed in, clothed stiffness seeking the warmth between her legs to rut and rub while his mouth sought the bloodied wounds. He would not be without the meal.
[16:40] Dinah (dollihead) 's pulse, feeble as it was, was racing. her cheeks would almost definitely be flushed if there was enough blood left in her to do it, though she was easily enough to manipulate, even with her drifting slightly in the direction of his pulling and shifting her as he did made her float a little away from him. Until he pressed back in again and she squeezed her sharp nails as close as she could into the top of his spine. Another wordless shift of her lips, eyelids fluttering, attempting to bolster her regeneration to try and keep up with his voracious mouth, though even as he'd pulled away from her again, the throat wounds were closing. "...minute.. a minute" she whispered as he leaned in again.
(( To Be Continued... ))