⊰ the mute & the unsociable ⊱
;;quietisms private starter
“I said tilt your head to the side so that I may drink from you.” The echoes of his own words was starting to grate on the pureblood. While he had long lost hope of the betterment of human intelligence, Ren, at least, expected some limit to their stupidity. He was reminded of that unfathomable dullness by the unresponsive mortal before him -- or “pretty block of wood” as he had come to dub her within his mind palace.
If only he did not go looking for trouble with the witches, then perhaps he wouldn’t be presently in need of blood to heal himself, but most importantly he would be anywhere but...here; repeating himself to the point that he might as well be begging. The option of using mind compulsion did come to mind, but it was usually made used of to erase his prey’s memories after feeding -- to do so prior was considered humiliating by the prideful aristocrat.
”I did not want it to come to this...” He resigned himself to the humiliation, consoled only by the knowledge that he would be the only one to know this ever took place. “You will be a good walking blood bag and tilt your head to the side. When you feel the pain you will stay silent, you will not move until I have quenched my thirst.” A crimson glass-like stain began to appear in his otherwise sombre pupils like specks of dust, gradually spreading to his irises until the entirety of his eyes were engulfed in vibrant red in effect to his mind compulsion ability activating.