*just moments after she disappeared with the ring, he appears where she is, ignoring what she may want*
@reginaofprague
*she takes note of this*
*holds her wound closer to his face* Drink.
*slowly puts his lips over the wound and starts to draw from her*
*encouraging him* Good... keep going...
*he lets go and turns his head away, hissing loudly as the tattoo climbs his neck to his jaw*
*she stays steadfast* Keep drinking. A little more.
Im going to hurt you. *his voice desperate and thin*
You have to convince yourself that I am not the enemy.
Its not me! I died when they did this to me. Im possessing a corpse. If I were to pass put it would wake like a sleeper cell.
You're stronger than this, Malik! Ground yourself! If not for your sake, for me!
But im dying! How am I supposed to tell my body not to react to it dying? This is not something that has ever happened before. Noone has done this.
*a frustrated huff* With that attitude you'll never convince yourself that youre safe!
Im safe? Oh am I safe? I havent been safe a day in my life.
Youre proving my point even further. Yet you are in the safest place in all the world.
*he pulls his shirt off, the tattoo has blacked out everything but his face and his palms he now holds facing up*
You. Are. Safe.
You just did this against my will.
And yet, you sre still safe. How many times must I repeat myself?
Actions... words... all of that. *panting heavily through the pain*
Suddenly it seems like the tattoo falls away, leaving behind a barren tree on his chest and arms*
*looking him over slowly and curiously *
*he had started to tremble*
*steps closer and kneels next to the bed, trying to catch his gaze with her own*
*turns just his head so his eyes meet hers* Hurts. Bad.
Here... *she moves and gets on the bed with him*
*takes him into her arms gently to cradle and soothe him*
*he curls up against her, the trembling getting worse* Your venom is strong.
It has to be if I were to sire an entire venom line. *petting his hair and rubbing his back*
Everyone sired by you three feel like this?
Oh, yes, very much so. We weren't just feared for our feeding habits. Men would come hunt us only to find their friends writhing in agony just before they would awake the next night, hunting the men instead.
You... changed your enemies? Gave them more power? Do you still do that?