The Mender Of All Space

“I’d love to show you off in that, but if we go somewhere formal, I’ll need some sort of formalwear as well.” Not that that would dissuade Kanaya-hell, it would probably encourage her!-but it was a concern to keep in mind, in case the jade blood got it in her head to go soon and didn’t realize that Vriska was lacking in the kind of clothing needed.

Glancing at Kanaya, she noticed the dried blood still in place, and realized it must be on her, as well. “Should we take a bath or shower or something? Or me, at least, I assume my neck is a mess.”

“That’s true.” Though the image of Vriska in formal wear was certainly appealing, there wouldn’t be any way for her to make them both nice looking outfits in any reasonable time.

Oh! Blood! Kanaya blinked, licked the corner of her mouth and looked rather shocked when tasting dried cerulean. “Oh! Yes, that’d likely be ideal.” Leaning forward, she pushed back some hair to better see Vriska’s neck. “Maybe after a few more minutes. Let your blood try and dry up more firmly, else we might risk you bleeding too freely. Perhaps after you finish your meal?”

“I haven’t watched the troll version in a while, though I found a copy of the newer human version recently.” It didn’t quite seem to hold up, with the demolition derby scene of course being considerably less interesting without the black overtones involved in the troll version of the film. A shame, really, it seemed as though humans couldn’t quite seem to master the quadrants.

“We should go, though! Once I’m feeling a little more up, though I’m glad that *you* certainly look to be feeling better.” Her neck was growing increasingly sore, and almost itchy? But she knew better than to scratch at the recently closed wounds.

“They’d made a human version? I didn’t think there’d be an interest in human adaptations!” Oh, maybe they remade some of your favorite movies?

“I’d not mind going out dancing with you. I just...” You frown. “Have to find a place where we can dance. There’s more than a few clubs around, and some formal dancing parties are held fairly regularly from what my business associates have told me. Maybe I’ll have a proper dress to dance with you in.”

Well, she had at least until Vriska sobered up, she was sober enough to know how inebriated she was. Or something. Mostly, she was at least aware that she’d make a terrible sneak in her current state, and soreness was beginning to set in on her neck, a hand coming up to lightly rub at the wounds left behind before she jumped, quickly, to another subject. “You should make that dress, and we should go dancing somewhere. That’s something we can do here, right? I’d love to show you off, but considering the limits on building cities, I wouldn’t be surprised if the rules on *that* here more resembled City Slicker Moves To Small Town And Teaches The Whole Community (But Especially The Pastor’s Daughter) A Lesson About Not Only Personal Freedoms But Also How To Better Express Themselves Through Dance.”

The gown was a really nice one. In a way, it was relieving that Vriska agreed it looked nice and it was only more convincing that perhaps she really should make it for herself.

“I hadn’t gone dancing in so long,” she said wistfully. “It’d be nice to go out and dance with someone.”

Her feet popped out from the bottom of her red skirt, delicate black slippers swaying from side to side rhythmically. “I don’t think I’d ever seen the entirety of that movie,” she admitted. “I do remember the scene where he danced in the abandoned hive energetically, but I don’t understand what had lead up to that exactly.”

The downside to old movies? They didn’t explain the entire plot of the movie for you.

Vriska wrinkled her nose, not at all happy to hear that some dumb law was what was holding Kanaya back. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as though it was the kind of law that breaking would only be noticed in the moment-she couldn’t just steal something and have that make it alright…or could she?

“Hey, if you had one of those permits, would you be able to make this? Just for something you’d actually use?” The cogs in Vriska’s mind were turning, and it seemed that a slip of paper saying that, yes, she *could* make this building could only be so hard to steal.

Kanaya blinked. “Well, I could, but I don’t know why I’d need to anymore. No one’s commissioned me to make it, and it’s much too grandiose for my personal needs...“

Once again, Kanaya really should know better, but she’s proving to have a very bad memory this evening.

“I suppose if I absolutely had to use it, I could expand on my clothing line and officially make it more than a one troll show.”

That was a nice thought. An official buiness. With official employees. Official business with official gross net worth and official everything, What would she call it? Who would she hire? Where would she want to go with the buiness?

So much to think about, so little time.

“Well, their loss is my gain if you’re going to wear it instead. You’d look amazing in it.” Nuzzling a bit closer to the rainbow drinker, Vriska continued to eat, quickly finishing her food while looking over the structure and clothing once more. An office building seemed like a waste of time, to her, but then there were only so many people on Prospero that could call their office a pirate ship.

“Why didn’t anyone want the building?” Now that she spotted it for what it is, even if she still felt it unnecessary, she couldn’t really see a reason that it didn’t exist within the city. Of course, Vriska barely knew about the zoning laws, considering she didn’t make her home within the city per se, and certainly wouldn’t have bothered with something tall and obtrusive enough to actually cause issues.

“It wouldn’t have been approved for construction,” she sigh longingly. “Buildings taller than three stories require a permit and strict safety rules to be observed. If I recall correctly, it costs a small fortune to get the permit in addition to the construction itself, never mind the money needed for designers to come in, the furniture, the utilities, any extra resources the business itself might need...”

She gave yet another sigh and put the office designs to the side.

“It’s cheaper to simply stick within the height limit and buy older buildings later on if expansion is absolutely needed.

“The clothes look good.” Helpful, Vriska. Good job. The red had, in fact, been what caught her eyes-and also, simply the fact that they were three very different outfits to begin with. “But the building looks like it’d be a fun hive. So many rooms!” Grinning, she took another bite of the sandwhich.

Ain’t she descriptive, folks? Kanaya gave a chuckle, moving to sit next to Vriska and her half finished meal. “I wish the ones I drew this for felt the same.” She shrugged, shuffling the papers in her hands. “It didn’t seem in their taste, unfortunately.”

The office building, though. She hadn’t seen that one since the first boom of the capital. “It is an office building,” she assured, “so having many rooms would be ideal. Unfortunately, this design was too big and didn’t fit within the permit allowed at the time.”

Such a shame, too. It would’ve been a huge building, lavishly decorated and bold in it’s design. Something to stand out from the usual architecture. As much as she loved the intricate designs and statues she herself insisted upon, too much of the same thing would easily become boring quickly. The office building would’ve been full of sharp edges and drastic angles to contrast the elegant curves and symmetrical designs of the rest of the buildings and landmarks.

Big. Bold. Spontaneous. Clashing. It was all at once something she wanted and something she knew would never fit in this city. Perhaps she could sell the design to someone somewhere more forgiving to it’s outlandish design.

“I personally am still fond of the building as well, but my favorite of these would be the gown.” Kanaya shrugged. “I’d actually planned to make it for myself someday since the client was so adamantly against it’s existance.”

Vriska nodded eagerly, but rather than respond verbally, she took the food and quickly took a large bite of the sandwhich. She hadn’t realized that she was this hungry when she’d been asked, but after actually seeing the food-and the water, for that matter-she realized just how famished she’d become after Kanaya’s feeding.

Quickly devouring half of the meal, she drained most of the glass of water as well, her mind clearing up somewhat once she brought some nutrients back into her system. “They looked good. I especially liked…” Pulling four aside, despite the fact that it risked them becoming closer to the food, she spread them out for Kanaya’s viewing. The office building, a bra and panty set (the bra, of course, far larger than Vriska could hope to fill,) a long gown, and a more casual outfit, consisting of pants and a long-sleeved top.

Ahhh, nope. Those don’t stay near the food for too long, Kanaya picking them up and looking them over.

“This is a curious bunch to pick out.” She looked the four over a few times, tilting her head as she tried to guess what might’ve caught Vriska’s eye. More than a few of the clothes have pops of red in them, so that might explain them, but the office building...

“What do you like about them?”

#illuminated drapery #i would not mind wearing that

wantering-heels

Cut-Out Heeled Runway Sandal

Luckily for the drinker, the worst she was risking was a disorganized miss. The closest thing of interest were a few folders, Vriska almost immediately beginning to flip through them once Kanaya left the room. Her matesprit was a wonderful designer, be it fashion or architecture-much more constructive skills than what Vriska herself could do, something that she frowned a bit at-before being distracted once more by the designs.

Pulling out every few papers, either buildings that she found of a particular note-including what was no doubt an office building that she thought would be a lovely hive for the both of them-or clothing that she liked, ranging from lingerie to ballroom dresses.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen Kanaya was busy building up a very meaty sandwich for her nosy guest. Eight pieces of black forest ham, four slices of mozzarella, a light dressing of mayonnaise, mustard and... No, she doesn’t have ketchup. Oh well. She finished the already large sandwich off with tomatoes, lettuce and some cooked garlic.

Why does she have cooked garlic? For the irony, of course. That’s how it worked, right?

After getting a glass of water and cutting the sandwich into smaller pieces, Kanaya walked back to the living room, already feeling much more refreshed by Vriska feeding her. Of course she frowned when she saw the mess, but she also wasn’t about to go cleaning after she got her matesprit with her for the first time in months.

“Here you go,” she hummed setting the meal in front of her. “I’m not much of a cook, unfortunately, but I hope it’s too your liking.” She looked over the sketches in Vriskas hands, frowning further as jade coloration dusted her cheeks. “You’re looking at those old things?”

Nearly stumbling as Kanaya moved them, Vriska was soon in the seat, smiling still at Kanaya-and, after a moment or two, processing the question. “Whatever you have that’s easy is fine with me.” The venom was truly doing its job, leaving her extremely agreeable. Especially considering what it began with.

Oh no. It was wrong to think Vriska was cute, clearly not in her right frame of mind and vulnerable to who knows what. No, it was wrong...

It didn’t stop her from cupping her face and kissing her forehead, though.

“I’ll be back with a sandwich,” she whispered. “Stay here.”

Kanaya, the naive girl that she is, probably should know better than to leave a person who was in the state Vriska was in surrounded by expensive, unique and colorful statues and paintings. Books and statue upon tall, graceful shelves. Paintings of important people, fruit and city scenes hung in minimalistic frames in various places on the walls. Even the clear glass table had folders and portfolios full of colored sketches, building designs (mostly scrapped), random models and plants and animals.

She should know better... but apparently she doesn’t.

As Kanaya addressed her, Vriska’s eyes opened, though only to about a half-lidded gaze. Offering a bit of a loopy smile, she glanced to Kanaya, though she didn’t try and unmask her bloodied face.

“Fine. Great, even! That was…wow.” There was some level of excitement obvious in her voice, but without some hydration, it would take some time for her to come down.

Ahhh... Maybe it’s time for Vriska to sit and rest.

You smile lightly, hugging the Serket close as you stand the both of you up to attempt switching places.

“It’s good to hear you’re alright,” you coo. “I’ll get you some food and water. Anything you want to eat in particular?”

As Kanaya drew away, the effects of her saliva still pulsed through Vriska’s system, and she simple sat comfortably in the lap of her matesprit. The thrum of her blood, pulsing so strongly-was that there before?-was quite relaxing, and she even curled slightly, letting out a slight purr of contentment as she waited for some onus to act or to speak once more.

It’d be a few minutes before Kanaya felt comfortable speaking.

“Vriska?” Hiding her bloodied mouth behind the others bruised and bitten shoulder, Kanaya whispered and nudged gently. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?”

The second bite should have alarmed Vriska on some level, but she could barely even feel the pressure change of being bitten or not-and that feeling remained the same as Kanaya continued to lay bites. After minutes of the drinker’s saliva flowing back into her system, the effect of it was drastic, keeping her in a near state of euphoria.

Breathing slowly and deeply, she rested in Kanaya’s lap, still more than content to allow the drinker to feed to her heart’s content. After all, Vriska was in good hands-and besides, didn’t have a care in the world as the feeling continued to wash over her.

Feeding was easy and slow, her breathing unnaturally slow as her body started to buzz at the slow intake of what she wanted, what she needed right now. Tangy, salty, metallic wealth that no money could ever replace.

Blood.

It was easy to be ‘addicted’ to what your body said you needed. It was easy to take it, sink yourself into it in ways you couldn’t any other thing. No sex, no drug, no thrill would ever compare to the feeling of living that blood would give her.

Like it always does, always used to, it’d start with a warmth in her stomach, focused and welcoming and loving as if it were healing old wounds and everything that came with them. Within the next few minutes the warmth would spread and her pulse would start. A pulse, mind you, that wasn’t there before in the same way it was during feeding. Fresh blood was quickly absorbed, flowing through her body and making her heart flutter as if happy it were being used as more than just a place holder.

Minutes passed before Kanaya’s eyes snapped open. Her fangs slowly pulled away, lips careful to try and kiss away excess spit and blood, giving extra kisses to especially deep bites as if apologizing for the pain she’d likely feel within the hour.

#acerbicgallant #blood/

First, of course, was the brief moment of pain. She opened her mouth to exclaim, but managed to hold it back-there was no reason to alarm Kanaya, and she had been expecting that there would be pain involved. It would have been foolish not to.

Perhaps she should have read more of Kanaya’s novels, though. Not the least bit prepared for the venom to begin rushing over her, quickly numbing the pain and replacing it with a low, pleasant feeling instead. Nothing extreme, but more than enough to allow her to settle down, heart rate slowing slightly from the spike that she’d experienced with the initial puncture. Moments dragged on, her mind beginning to wander. She couldn’t quite focus on what Kanaya was doing-but whatever it was, it was enjoyable. Eyes fluttering shut, she sank into the calm inflicted upon her by Kanaya’s venom, entirely unaware of what might be ‘too much.’ Hopefully, the drinker herself would know any signs to look for.

#acerbicgallant #blood/#((super late tagging sorry yall))

Her arms hugged Vriska tighter, sensing her tension. It’d do neither of them any good if Vriska yanked herself away too soon. Luckily, that didn’t seem too much of a threat as the pirate relaxed against her.

The taste of her blood was interesting. Cool and salty like Kanaya would expect the sea to be, while still holding the familiar metallic ting she’d expect from just about anyone’s blood. It was thick, but flowed freely and didn’t taste as fatty as she might come to expect. Vriska must be eating fairly healthily...

Kanaya hummed softly, lifting her fangs a moment only to bite back into the same place, licking up both blood and spit that started to build up in her mouth. After a few more bites to ensure the blood flowed at a ‘safe’ pace, she sucked slowly and purred. It felt so nice to have fresh blood again...

Vriska felt certain, at least, though it’s not as though she’d ever planned to feed Kanaya before. Nodding, she let go of Kanaya’s hand and pulled her dress off of one shoulder, exposing that flesh to Kanaya.

“Besides, if you mess up and drain me dry, I’ll just get back up, right?” A quick grin from one of the few trolls that could compete with Kanaya’s own fangs, and she sat gently in her lap, neck only a few inches from the drinker.

Kanaya rested her forehead against Vriska’s shoulder, sighing gently against her before placing black tinted kisses on the pirate’s shoulder and neck. Even in her fatigue, Kanaya seemed to have enough energy to put on lipstick earlier.

“I’d rather not,” she sighed, lips pressing steadily harder into Vriska’s skin with each kiss. “If I drink too much, make sure to pull me away.”

How long had it been since she fed on a living troll? A long, long while. The lessons of her older drinker kin rang in the back of her mind as she kissed and sucked against Vriska’s skin. There was a vein she had to look for. Slow, steady but strong and in her neck. If she bit into the faster pumping veins... Well, it could get messy if nothing else.

At least Vriska couldn’t die from this. It was just an act of giving food, right? So it’s not heroic and wouldn’t result in death unless the situation were more drastic... Right?

Kanaya sucked firmly against Vriska’s pulse, slender arms wrapped around the cerulean’s middle, fingers caressing her sides and hips. The smells of the sea and something more musky filled the drinker’s nostrals, a content hum slipping from her lips before her fangs rested against the tender flesh...

And quickly punctured the skin.