Imeeji Continuations

[crystalbraves]

Maybe It's Saucy, Maybe It's Captcha

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[crystalbraves]

[ ... ???? ]

I- told no one of what ... you had done, in that house.

[firstworldproblem]

That I do believe is true, but you did tell him that I possessed an advantage over you and, thus, he was concerned. I wonder what would have happened had you told him about the house. A misunderstanding I fear.

So now you know my hesitation. Let's pretend for a moment I entertain your request --- what do you suppose will happen after?

[crystalbraves]

...

Retaliation, I can only assume.

[firstworldproblem]

Hurt feelings at the very least.

However, it would be cruel of me to not leave you with some manner of aid. Would be a secret to keep or I would help you with this craving of yours.

[crystalbraves]

[ that - he didn't expect ]

...—Truely? You'd-?

[firstworldproblem]

Consider it a show of good faith.

[crystalbraves]

[ he pauses for a moment, before nodding in thanks. ]

I will ... allow you to decide how I- ... do this.

[firstworldproblem]

[Undoing the cuff on his wrist before folding his jacket and dress shirt back.]

Though I have to wonder, have you asked anyone else to help you? Considering your first words to me, I'm surprised this is an option at all.

[Also, maybe, just maybe, if Alphinaud dislikes himself enough, he'll be easier to take down a peg if he needs to be.]

[crystalbraves]

...No. I ... stayed from the members of my unit, in fear that I would attack them. Seeing you ... I had thought that you would end it before anything could have happened, just as you did before.

[firstworldproblem]

So I'm to fix all your problems now? How utterly convenient for you.

[Holding his arm out for him.]

Do learn to take responsibility.

[crystalbraves]

[ with a small nod, and a slight hesitation - he takes emet's wrist into his hands, and plunges his fangs into it. ... immediately, it tastes so good, feels so goos that Auracite can't help but gasp as he laps at the blood that flows from the two small wounds. for the victim, it feels good as well- though, how good is a question.]

[firstworldproblem]

[As soon as skin breaks and drops of blood begin to spills, he immediately regrets this course of action.]

Are you sure that travesty of a member of Zrael was the only one you bit? Such practice and ease, why, it doesn't even hurt?

[The opposite in fact, but good luck getting him to admit that. Though the involuntary twitch of his fingers might betray him. Just a little.]

[crystalbraves]

[ he makes a small noise, something like protest in being insulted, but he doesn't stop - his mouth doesn't break away from skin, he continues feeding. ]

[firstworldproblem]

[Counting slowly in his head to ten while the rate of pulse increases with every number.]

Enough.

[crystalbraves]

[ ... he doesn't want it to be enough. he wants to keep drinking and drinking, draining and draining, but -

- after a beat, maybe one long enough that it seems that he isn't going to stop, he pulls back. ]

[firstworldproblem]

[That's good. That's very good. For in that hesitant beat the fingers of his free hand curled in Auracite's hair. Had he not stopped, he would have gotten a sharp tug.]

I would ask if you are satisfied. That no longer do you feel yourself a threat to your comrades. But we both already know the answer to that.

[crystalbraves]

[ ... he looks away, embarrassed.]

[firstworldproblem]

[Now, now. Tugging on his hair so he's forced to look in his direction though he can still keep his eyes averted if he wished.]

And what will you do now?

[crystalbraves]

...

Thank you- For ... allowing me to do that.

[firstworldproblem]

You're avoiding the question, my dear boy. Do you not yet hunger? Do you not worry for you unitmates you perchance could stumble across? If these worries are not appeased, my duty is not yet done.

[crystalbraves]

That was ... enough. Although - in truth, I feel as if I could have continued to drink my fill, that- ... I no longer feel as if I may snap out of hunger.

[firstworldproblem]

[Finally letting loose the grip on his hair so that he can readjust his sleeve.]

Is there naught anything else I can help you with?

[crystalbraves]

... Did Fox truly rustle you that much-?

[ why are you being so nice ]

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[firstworldproblem]

Yes. Dreadfully so. You should scold him for being so unkind as to meddle in our business.

[firstworldproblem]

I would be remiss not to give you a word of advice. Should you ever ask me again to 'strike you down', I will not hesitate. So choose your words carefully in the future.