[He crosses to the front of her chair, to get a look at her. She's breathing, and for a moment, he has to listen for her pulse -- it's always harder to hear when he's not hungry at all, but it's there. Slow, but there.
Okay. Time to get to work.
Blood gets cleaned off of skin. Sharp-smelling antiseptic goes on and around the bite, and a bandage is ripped out of its sterile package and applied to her neck. That done, her collar is pulled back over it and re-buckled.
Atem washes his own mouth out in the other room, invisible in the mirror but able to gauge when the blood's gone by the amount of pink that washes down the drain. Preparation and cleanup are a part of a lot of shadow games, so he's used to doing things like this. Even though they aren't the glamorous part, they happen behind the scenes, they need to be done...
The cards and chips are put back in the small case Atem brought them in, and it's put into a jacket pocket. He gives the room a once-over -- was there anything else? It's no good to be a bad guest...but he thinks he's got everything.
One more check of her breathing, one more moment attuned to her heartbeat, and then Atem picks Celeste up, one arm around her shoulders and the other under her knees, and carries her out of Ragnarok.
From there, he can't exactly take her with him in a travel form, so he's going to have to do this at a run: he carries Celeste at top-vampire-speed to the casino, up the elevator, all the way to Horatio's front door. He's not going to leave her outside; he'll knock and make sure she gets inside safely. Atem would look after her himself, but he's not sure that'd do her pride any favors...so, Horatio's it is.]
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2021-07-17 21:02 (UTC)Okay. Time to get to work.
Blood gets cleaned off of skin. Sharp-smelling antiseptic goes on and around the bite, and a bandage is ripped out of its sterile package and applied to her neck. That done, her collar is pulled back over it and re-buckled.
Atem washes his own mouth out in the other room, invisible in the mirror but able to gauge when the blood's gone by the amount of pink that washes down the drain. Preparation and cleanup are a part of a lot of shadow games, so he's used to doing things like this. Even though they aren't the glamorous part, they happen behind the scenes, they need to be done...
The cards and chips are put back in the small case Atem brought them in, and it's put into a jacket pocket. He gives the room a once-over -- was there anything else? It's no good to be a bad guest...but he thinks he's got everything.
One more check of her breathing, one more moment attuned to her heartbeat, and then Atem picks Celeste up, one arm around her shoulders and the other under her knees, and carries her out of Ragnarok.
From there, he can't exactly take her with him in a travel form, so he's going to have to do this at a run: he carries Celeste at top-vampire-speed to the casino, up the elevator, all the way to Horatio's front door. He's not going to leave her outside; he'll knock and make sure she gets inside safely. Atem would look after her himself, but he's not sure that'd do her pride any favors...so, Horatio's it is.]