[His mouth pulls into a grin around the fangs. The only way to lose is for her to sink into the emptiness he saw when she walked in, and when she'd presented herself and her knife to be murdered back in May. But he feels her heart going, feels the defiance in how she grips his shoulder, and that's good.
It's fine, if she chooses to fight back, fight him off. It's fine if she chooses not to, and to pay her debt out of pride -- as long as it's pride, and not despair.
He's an asshole.
But all that higher function, and most of his coherent thoughts, slip away as her blood's drawn up into his mouth, and he swallows it. Atem's tasted a lot of different kinds of blood since he came here, and none of them are quite the same. There's human blood, mer blood, shade blood, fae blood...he knew by scent that Celeste's blood wasn't human, or even like Daniel's, which desperately clung to being as human as it could, but its taste, its consistency, confirms it. It's thick, it tastes like it's been turned over and over in a smokehouse until it's perfect, it tastes like a meal you can get drunk on.
It tastes like satisfying an urge you know you shouldn't. Like someone took the blood of something rare and endangered and made it into wine.
It's really fucking good. He lets out the last of the air in his lungs in satisfaction. No wonder he's had to work so hard to ignore it ever since she sat in the room with him while he was starving, he doesn't remember AM's blood smelling anything like this, so it's probably not a demon thing, it's a Celeste thing...
Despite that sigh, though, the hands at her jaw and shoulder don't wander, or caress, or do anything weird. This is about her, but it isn't about any part of her but her heart -- both literal and not.]
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It's fine, if she chooses to fight back, fight him off. It's fine if she chooses not to, and to pay her debt out of pride -- as long as it's pride, and not despair.
He's an asshole.
But all that higher function, and most of his coherent thoughts, slip away as her blood's drawn up into his mouth, and he swallows it. Atem's tasted a lot of different kinds of blood since he came here, and none of them are quite the same. There's human blood, mer blood, shade blood, fae blood...he knew by scent that Celeste's blood wasn't human, or even like Daniel's, which desperately clung to being as human as it could, but its taste, its consistency, confirms it. It's thick, it tastes like it's been turned over and over in a smokehouse until it's perfect, it tastes like a meal you can get drunk on.
It tastes like satisfying an urge you know you shouldn't. Like someone took the blood of something rare and endangered and made it into wine.
It's really fucking good. He lets out the last of the air in his lungs in satisfaction. No wonder he's had to work so hard to ignore it ever since she sat in the room with him while he was starving, he doesn't remember AM's blood smelling anything like this, so it's probably not a demon thing, it's a Celeste thing...
Despite that sigh, though, the hands at her jaw and shoulder don't wander, or caress, or do anything weird. This is about her, but it isn't about any part of her but her heart -- both literal and not.]