[He hardly realizes he’s done, with how careful Tighnari is. It takes him a moment, not because he’s lightheaded from blood loss or anything, but because the experience had been so pleasant he is still reeling a little.]
[He watches with some measure of awe as that silvery blood delicately drips down his palm, and he feels, with some urgency, that he cannot let it fall to waste. He reaches out, taking his hand, and very softly brings it to his mouth.]
[His brain only catches up with him a moment later, realizing with some amount of horror that he’s acted on impulse. Tighnari’s blood has spilled into his mouth, and now he has to commit. It’s done. He’s Begun. The life he used to know is truly behind him, and what’s before him now is, while shrouded in uncertainty, feels far less precarious than it did moments before.]
[The first show of any kind of confidence from Mayoi, is in the steady way he drinks, until he is told to stop.]
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[He watches with some measure of awe as that silvery blood delicately drips down his palm, and he feels, with some urgency, that he cannot let it fall to waste. He reaches out, taking his hand, and very softly brings it to his mouth.]
[His brain only catches up with him a moment later, realizing with some amount of horror that he’s acted on impulse. Tighnari’s blood has spilled into his mouth, and now he has to commit. It’s done. He’s Begun. The life he used to know is truly behind him, and what’s before him now is, while shrouded in uncertainty, feels far less precarious than it did moments before.]
[The first show of any kind of confidence from Mayoi, is in the steady way he drinks, until he is told to stop.]