[ His hand gripped around the pillow, his nervous talking, none of it goes unnoticed as Elena leans in, hovering barely an inch over his skin. Just a moment of hesitation, giving him a chance to really sink into the music, and then she lets her face change as she prepares to feed. Her eyes change, her teeth lengthen, and she breathes in the scent of him -- human, and something else.
Prolonging this would be cruel, she realizes, and so she gives into instinct and presses her mouth to the skin of his neck, piercing the skin with her teeth so that blood wells up, and she drinks. One mouthful, two, one half of her mind concentrating on keeping the music going for him, on providing as much distraction and comfort as she can, while the other focuses on how much she's taking. It feels so good to feed, to taste that blood on her tongue, and it would be so easy to lose herself in it, but she refuses to give in. She has to keep Gil safe.
And that's why she pulls back before the song has even finished playing in her mind, already reaching into her robes for the cloths she'd brought to clean the small wound. ]
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Prolonging this would be cruel, she realizes, and so she gives into instinct and presses her mouth to the skin of his neck, piercing the skin with her teeth so that blood wells up, and she drinks. One mouthful, two, one half of her mind concentrating on keeping the music going for him, on providing as much distraction and comfort as she can, while the other focuses on how much she's taking. It feels so good to feed, to taste that blood on her tongue, and it would be so easy to lose herself in it, but she refuses to give in. She has to keep Gil safe.
And that's why she pulls back before the song has even finished playing in her mind, already reaching into her robes for the cloths she'd brought to clean the small wound. ]
Thank you, Gil.