Bare flesh as gold as a pale spring apple trickles downward, wrapped sweet around gentle fingertips that pull at carmine curls dancing about her head. /Concern/ bites him, makes his body hunch over the dainty form on the bed, and he touches all down her. The croon whispered forth in a rough Wutainese dialect, incomprehensible due to how tight his teeth where. Yet glossy folds would part, as if to suckle on a teat full, and press to her own. Fire resurrection burns as great as the Phoenix.
Ｓtasis had been suffered, pride inhibiting her from seeking him out to feed and instead did she lower herself even further in having some cretin's energy flow through her. A brief satisfaction, disgusting and true, yet she could not bear it and had purged the tarnishing mana from her body and opted for a stasis upon his chaise in hopes that he might return soon. With scant touches life stirred, golden etchings surfacing and contrasting albescent flesh, yet it is not until the kiss of life does she awake, though groggy. Sopor affects her not, but she remains too still, unlike prior bequeaths of his power t her -- she's disoriented and there's a surge of magick through her, but stiff limbs restrain her from leaping to a mana-induced frenzy.
Her vision blurs, requiring several minutes to focus on the visage of her Master, the Unbroken Phoenix as his mana warms the inhuman core. Golden runes creep like ivy, still yet steady across still-heating flesh. Her temperature begins to soar, though she remains torpid -- a firebird's kiss too invaluable for her to break, she is too needy for his energy to break it as fire that'd sear any man's innards merely causes her to function once more. While slow her hand raises to him, a shaky gesture not unlike the first of when they met, when she could not believe he existed. Now she is glad he's returned to her, returned to give her sustenance so she can serve him once more.
The darkness is ever so terrifying, when she knew what lay in store for him in the future.
