It was a rarity, a very scarce thing to see Vada get frustrated. Not so much in a hungering way, that was different, but this was more like a scoffing, nagging wife, as she applied pressure to one of his cheeks before she finished clearing the stains. Vada bared only a moment her teeth at him, cupping his chin between her finger and thumb. "Stop it. I mean it, D." Vada caught herself, and closed her eyes, sighing. "Please... you're very tired. I beg of you, get rest..." ( @vcda | cont. )
“𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.” Finally speaking up, the hand’s voice was almost disturbingly calm, not a trace of the joking or teasing tones he normally took with D. “𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.”
“𝚰 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.” D spoke carefully, all too aware that moving his face too much would likely force her to restrain him even further. His eyes lifted, gazing somewhere past her head and beyond. “𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬–”
“𝘈 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦...”
Despite the hand’s warning, that was exactly what D did: peeling himself from her grasp, the dhampir moved around and onward, that creeping fatigue expertly hidden from his expression and gait. It would fade, given even a few minutes of time to rest, but D knew it was still unwise to push limits when it wasn’t necessary. And, for a time, they’d found a measure of peace in the aftermath of his last encounter. “𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝛐𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝚴𝛐𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝛐𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝛐 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝛐 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝛐 𝐜𝛐𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐬,” he said. There were no safer places to rest across the whole of the Frontier... provided the abode wasn’t already occupied.