[ many vampires are messy eaters, or voracious eaters, but tighnari is careful and measured as he drinks, warm blood spilling against his tongue like sweet nectar, while he cradles mayoi's jaw against his palm. he doesn't take too much, only enough to sate himself, enough to begin the blood bond before he's drawing away, his tongue swiping over the wound left behind to heal it nicely. no scar. tighnari is a practiced healer.
standing straight again, he licks the blood from his lips, then begins to unbutton the cuff around his wrist, his cheeks flushed now, fresh from his feed. ]
Now.. your turn.
[ he says softly, lifting his wrist to his mouth to slice it open with the end of one sharp fang, until his own silvery blood begins to run down his palm. ]
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standing straight again, he licks the blood from his lips, then begins to unbutton the cuff around his wrist, his cheeks flushed now, fresh from his feed. ]
Now.. your turn.
[ he says softly, lifting his wrist to his mouth to slice it open with the end of one sharp fang, until his own silvery blood begins to run down his palm. ]
Whenever you're ready.