‘ @lovedaddict ’ ❨ CONTINUED ❩
there are large , dark rings swallowing green eyes. the last time he’s ate ? hell , probably the last time he physically slept. oliver was exhausted , yet he was starving more than anything. not for just some double bacon cheeseburger , no , that was too empty , too light. he needed —— it. the thick , crimson colored liquid. at this point he’d even take 0+ or 0- , so long as the liquid just touched the tip of his tongue. lips were cracked & dry , skin was starting to pale. any longer without blood , oliver was sure to be finding himself bolted in a coffin next to his mother.
he pressed two pale , pink lips together , & swallows harshly. the inside of his throat drier than his lips. they then part , his tongue wetting them a bit before he manages to talk. ❛ i don’t know , hayley. what does it look like to you !? ❜ okay , so he was a bit snappier than usual. a sigh escapes , dull eyes locking on the brunette. ❛ i don’t know , okay ?? i’m sorry. it’s just that —- it’s been so long … & i’m … so thirsty … ❜
fucking foolish! how he even managed to stand upright was beyond her, but to then have even an ounce of indignation in his tone considering his position, was very FUCKING foolish. pinching the bridge of her nose between her slim fingers, hayley drew in a calming breath to prevent herself from voicing her thoughts aloud. ‘ it looks like you’re being a dumb ass. ’ well, it had been worth a shot. a few seconds were taken before she even attempted to speak again, allowing her own irritation to lessen, morphing into concern. ‘ why would you do that to yourself, OLIVER? ’ she didn’t have a moment to fully consider what his motivation was. didn’t take a second to reconsider her next action either. telling him to drink from her would be met with resistance. she took the choice from him entirely when she RUMMAGED through the room for something sharp. the dull scissors she came across would have to do. parting the blades, hayley pulled the blade across the inside of her palm. one drag barely did anything except cause irritation across her hand, wincing from the sensation. nope, that wouldn’t do and she was anything BUT a quitter. so with another and another and a FINAL stroke across her palm, did blood begin to pour from the open wound. there was no hiding the obvious pain she was in, tears stinging the corner of her eyes, but she stood resilient in the face of it, holding her hand out to him. ‘ go ahead… i trust you… ’
