reposing: (as if nothing really matters)
Adrian "Alucard" Ţepeş ([personal profile] reposing) wrote in [community profile] reverienet 2018-05-15 03:49 am (UTC)

[He thinks, absently, to apologize for the brief pain later. It is surely forgettable in due time, but he still takes no pleasure from it. Were it up to Alucard, a needle would be more preferable, but there is nothing to be done about that with no equipment to speak of.

When Alucard drinks, he cannot think of a single being he's had that is anything like her. It is her sole uniqueness; nothing is foul in her blood, it is like daylight with no lingering pain. The light is hers, and hers alone.

There's the urging temptation to take and drink and drink. Slowly, some strength returns to him, more than he'd anticipate from any mere mortal. From a devil, it is empowering, and yet not enough to heal the damage done by Dracula.

Eventually, Alucard has to force himself away, fangs rising and a sigh escaping him. He cannot stop himself from licking his lips, but he does refrain from tasting the dots of blood at Venus' neck.]


I have never had anyone like that before.

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