Re: Prologue - Isabella Frost
((Wee. I get to ST for a post.))
Raven could feel Isabella starting to struggle in his hold, the pleasure of the Kiss giving way to something more primal, something ingrained in the back of her mind that made her want to fight for her ebbing humanity. The pleasured gasps that had been tickling his ear were replaced with desperate gulps for air. He could feel her clinging to him, the pulls at his shirt weakening as he felt her pulse growing fainter beneath his lips. For a split second, the realization that he was hurting her came to his mind. He could stop right now, lick the wounds shut, and leave her...weakened, anemic, but alive and with the hope of recovery...if she reached a hospital in time. No, something told him. She was beyond that point. It was all or nothing.
Feeling her grow lax in his arms, he realized that she'd lapsed into unconsciousness. There was still a faint tickle of air stirring the small hairs on his neck, still that final flutter as her heart weakened...the beat of it fading. Shifting her gently in his hold, he realized he could walk away from her now, too. She'd be safe from the Sabbat and their plans and all the worries that she had shared with him.
That she'd shared. Even after finding out about him, she'd still stayed. Unlike others in the past, she hadn't run away from him. She'd faced her fear and she had stayed. No. He wasn't going to lose her. Wasn't going to let her just slip away.
Slicing open his wrist with his fangs, he brought the wound up to her parted lips, letting some of the blood slip past them. That done, he scooted over on the bench, easing her down as well, cushioning her head on his lap. He could already feel her body trembling as it began to undergo its change from mortal to Kindred. Licking the wound on his wrist shut, he dropped his hand, combing his fingers through her hair as he waited for her to awaken again.
((S'arite, Shrike, I hope?))
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Izzy's eyes snapped open, darting around to gain her bearings, her whole body tense, feeling as though if she moved, she'd split out of her skin. She was on her back, staring up at the sky, though there was a siholette between her and it. That didn't matter. None of that mattered. She had to get up...move...sate the Hunger that was gnawing at her, the feeling more in her brain than in her stomach.
The person she was with leaned forward slightly and a copper smell assaulted her nostrils, the metallic taste of it filling her mouth before she even consumed the first drop. Her hand snapped up, grabbing the offered wrist and pulling it to her mouth, lips parting a second before she sank her fangs into the flesh there. Her body seemed to move on instinct, greedily sucking down the liquid that spilled into her mouth until the rational part of her brain began to take over again, barely realizing she could hear faint...pleasured?...sounds very close to her. Releasing her grip, she followed the movement of the arm as Raven craddled it close to his chest, his attention more on her than the bite. He was looking at her the same way one would imagine the Prince looking on Sleeping Beauty.
"A-are you a-alright? How d-d-do you feel?" he asked softly.
Her first instinct was to bring her fingertips up to her lips, parting them and brushing at her upper teeth. Still mostly smooth. But then, she'd seen Raven's retract as well, though they did seem...more pronounced. If it weren't for the lingering taste of the blood in her mouth, she would have thought to answer "No different."
"I think so," she finally does reply, speaking slowly, happy to find that there's little difference in her speech now as opposed to before. "And...surprisingly calm, all things considered. Are you okay?" She hasn't moved from her position in his lap just yet.
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