Luminesa wrote:Serah wrote:
Oliver blinked several times as Ambrosia refused to drink his blood. Truth be told, he didn't care too much whether she drank his blood or not. Hell, the only reason he was dreading having his blood drank was the prospect of maybe giving her something too holy for her to handle. Though by now it wasn't really something he could just take back.
For a moment though, her stubbornness in the face of her own hunger made him pinch the bridge of his nose.
She believed in a potential cure for her condition, and while he didn't think it was strictly impossible, he also didn't have proper ways to fight her urges beyond giving his own blood as of now.
Sighing, he made himself a chair out of metal and sat on it.
"You aren't a leech though, you're the only one seeing yourself as such. Are those that need blood transfusions leeches? Of course they aren't, they need it to live. And so do you, to a degree. Drinking, or not drinking now won't make a difference in the potential cure. And again, as I've said, being a vampire has its perks too. Doesn't have to be all negative." He sat with a leg on the other, his wrist still out.
"And if by chance you think this'll hurt me, don't worry about it. I've had a lot worse."
She turned back to Oliver as he walked away and grabbed a chair. He was serious. He was not making an offer just to be kind-he believed that drinking his blood was the only way, right now, for her to be well. She listened as he assured her that she was not a leech, and her stomach felt a little less pain. He did not hold her condition against her, and wanted to make sure that she did not suffer from her condition. Yet she did not see the benefits of being a vampire. She took another deep breath and sighed. "...And you promise...this won't hurt you too much?...If this is...the only way..." She stared at his unpunctured wrist for a moment, before she leaned forward, as far as Allistor's restraints would let her. She hated Catherine for giving her this curse. She wondered if she could have done something else to stop her from dying. She wanted with all her heart to rebel against the girl who had given her this curse. With anger on her mind, she did draw her fangs, and she bit a little too hard into Oliver's wrist.
Fortunately, for both of them, the pain would not be too substantial. For Ambrosia, her anger and pain seemed to float away on a cloud of relief. Oliver's blood was warm, and even better, it was Crusader's blood. She was not aware of the state of his blood, but she did not need to draw too much from him. The blood was strong enough, almost like a rum, and she only took about half a minute to drink. Her stomach unclenched itself, and she felt full. Fuller than she ever felt eating stacks of pancakes, not that she did not love her breakfast foods. Yet drinking blood was...a different feeling. Her body said it was right, and did everything the body usually did to convince a person's mind that what they were doing was right. His blood tasted sweet. Rich. Warm. Yet at the same time, as she let him go, the tingly, happy feeling did not block all of her confused feelings. She sat in almost a little daze for a second, as she took a breath and wiped the small bit of blood off her lip.
"...That felt weird, actually...I...I guess it..." She gulped, as though some of his blood was still caught in the back of her throat. "...I guess that was actually...what I needed?..." She smiled, but with a hint of sadness. She had given into her stomach's urges, and not in a way that made her comfortable. A vampire was supposed to feel happy drinking blood. Even more than happy, sometimes. Yet she only felt wistful, even as the beast finally let her be. "...We need to heal your wound, now! It's going to bleed everywhere, isn't it?...Ah...um..." She looked around the room for some gauze, or for something she could use to put pressure on the two tiny puncture wounds. "...I don't want to accidentally kill you...Where's the gauze, where's a cloth I can use?...Bandaids?..."
Thankfully enough, Ambrosia finally decided to end her self imposed suffering by biting into his wrist.
It was a shard, sudden pain, but not not one he hadn't felt before. It didn't hurt any more than the usual beatings he took when fighting, but still stung for a bit after she was done drinking.
He looked at his wrist as his blood bubbled up again, giving a genuine, yet light smile before looking at Ambrosia again and patting her head.
"Well, I guess that's first base for us, huh?" Changing into a smug grin and chuckling lightly, he held his wrist tightly with his other arm, almost uncomfortably so, given the texture.
"And please, you wouldn't kill me with that. After suddenly losing my arm and having this thing replace it, I don't think a wrist bite would kill me." Giving a slight nudge towards his rocky arm, he stood up and had to exact self control to not just tear up his clothing to make a makeshift bandage as he usually did.
"Also, if you need blood again, come to me. As I've said to many people before, I don't have anything to do since I do well in my classes. Having some company around, even if it's just to serve as a glorified bloodbag is fine. Plus, you told me I was good company, so it's win win for you isn't it?"