You don't need to know my real name, but for ease of communication, you may call me Thorn.
I thought that I might try out this website and see what it has to offer in terms of a distraction, although, I may end up using it more as a journal of sorts. Please, do not feel offended if I don't immediately want to be your friend as it seems a lot of people here tend to expect fast friendships... And while I must admit it's amusing, it isn't me. Unfortunately I don't have the energy needed to forge anything meaningful.
However, if you are able to keep my mind occupied, no matter how fleeting a moment it may be for, I will be eternally grateful.
He/him, bodily 33. Certified pretty boy.
MDNI 18+
Content warnings: SA reference/mention, abuse, SH mention, violence, gore, adult themes, death
Main: @distortedcorvid
Text will usually be white, but it will be red when he is consumed by bloodlust, hunger, or he's angry, and pink for regular lusting.
"Thorn" is the protagonist of a novel I'm working on! I wanted to create a space where I could delve into his mind and help myself to create a strong voice for him so that I can hopefully stave off writer's block! Please feel free to interact with your ocs or just as yourselves! Even if he can be a bit blunt at times, there will be certain periods where he is much more placid and easy to approach. He can just be a bit... Hangry. I'm not going to say he doesn't bite, because that would be a big lie ;)
All art posted is by me unless stated otherwise! Do not steal, trace, or repost.
I'll post random writing updates ooc too, but I'm focusing on finishing the editing for the first book in my duology first!
I was about to get frustrated at the weather and the subsequent lack of people outside tonight when I remembered I still have some of my gift left over. This should hit the spot quite nicely until I can feed properly again~
Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub.Β
As he sat at the booth he realised he had no idea what to expect or look out for with this meet-up. That was quite thrilling... He combed his fingers through his hair as he waited, making sure that it was sat perfectly, wanting to make a good impression. After all, they'd only spoken a couple of times and he was already being offered such a thoughtful gift.
The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.
Once done? He carried it over and placed it infront of Drazzic. "You...want anything?"
Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."
At least then when he was done with the alcohol he could pour some of the blood in without raising any eyebrows at the red tint in the glass.
He hummed a little as he tilt his head. "Pomegranate martini, interesting choice." He smirked a little as he looked to the bar tender who nodded and went off to prepare the drink. "So you come here often? Did you find it okay?" He swirled the contents of his neat whiskey around in the glass as his golden glowing hues fixated on the other, he slowly removed his mask revealing those short but sharp cannibal canines. His skintone grey and cold. He looked more dead than alive as he took a sip of the whiskey, savouring the taste for a moment before swallowing.
"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"
He watched as the other removed his mask, his head tilting a little as he took in those sharp canines, not dissimilar to his own in his non-feeding state, and he felt more confident with revealing them, allowing himself to be more animated the next time he spoke. "And I thought people harped on me for my complexion! You must get a lot of concerned comments."
"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.
He looked down at his greyish skin. "For those who don't know me...It does surprise them. Grey like this isn't exactly normal at least with pale you can blame it on being sick, right?"
The bar tender meandars over, setting down the glass as he nodded to the two. "Enjoy"
He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.
When his drink was brought over, he flashed the bartender a smile and gave him a sincere 'thank you', before taking a sip. It was the perfect level of sweetness. But he'd have to drink it quickly if he wanted to try this blood. "What inspired you to give me a gift, anyway?"
He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.
"Thanks." He slid over a hefty tip before humming, taking another sip. "I remember you telling me about your...You know." He gestures. "I get alot of the red stuff so why not make use of it? I give some to the Oleandar's to grow their flowers, some to Sano for his tests and DNA samples, might as well, no?"
"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."
He took another sip of his drink, rubbing some of the salt off the rim of the glass with his fingertip. Blood to help flowers grow? He'd never heard of that, but now he was curious to see the effects. "Well, I really do appreciate it. Truly."
"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.
"Alot of people use blood for alot of reasons. i guess that's why I collect it." He nodded. "You never know what might be useful later on, you know?"
"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."
"Collecting blood while not being my kind is rather interesting, although given your reasoning I can understand it." After a few more long sips the alcohol was finished, and despite the strength of the drink he wasn't even feeling close to tipsy. Discreetly, he slid the glass down onto the bench, his eyes flicking over to the bartender to make sure he wasn't watching as he filled it about half way with the blood bag before securing it closed again. He brought the glass up to his face, inhaling deeply. A grin formed on his face, his magenta eyes shining in the low lights. "You weren't lying about the scent..."
The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.
"Nothing like mine but it's still enjoyable, right?" He teased the other a little..
"That remains to be seen." He cupped both of his hands around the glass, moving them softly to try to warm up the liquid as best as he could; his lack of body heat wouldn't do it on its own. When he felt like the friction had heated it up enough to mimic body temperature, he lifted the glass to his lips, feeling his canines growing as that scent filled his nostrils and he took a small sip. His eyes widened slightly, his voice deeper than usual when he spoke with a smile. "This is delicious... Thank you~" He continued to drink, his fangs scraping uncomfortably against the rim of the glass, but he didn't mind so much.
"glad I could satisfy." He winked as he swirled his whiskey. "So is the good red the only thing you eat and drink?" He tilt his head obviously curious about how stereotypical the other was. Folklore is something he studied...but what was books any good compared to the real deal?
He forced himself to stop drinking for a moment so that he could speak. "Ah, no... I am able to eat regular food if I choose to, but only in small amounts because I can't digest it properly. I can still taste it, though... It does nothing to nourish me. It's more to fit in." He paused a moment, his intense eyes not leaving the red liquid in the glass. "I'll have to think of a way to repay you... What do you enjoy eating or drinking?" After he asked this he went right back to drinking in silence, the only sound the odd hum of contentment as he tasted the blood.
"So basically you might as well stick to the red stuff." He snorted before tilting his head. "Oh uh....I don't need to eat or drink but I like sweets and...well i uh...meat." He didn't go into detail what meat but maybe one could catch a hint if they really thought long and hard about it.
"Basically~", he agreed with a small chuckle. He finished off his drink with a satisfied sigh, sitting back in the booth with his lips slightly parted to accommodate his fangs. "Sweets and meat. Well, one will be easy to get, and the other... Unfortunately you'd have to wait for the rare times that I drain someone completely."
He laughed. "The red is part of the best." He winked as he sipped his own drink as he sighed. "I hunt though so...don't worry. I actually kinda use the blood to maintain this form." He gestures to himself.
"I have to agree with you there. But then again, I'd be rather odd if I didn't with my affliction." He pocketed the rest of the bag for now, keeping it warm in his thick coat. "Oh? You hunt? Fascinating... I can imagine that is quite the sight." He took in Drazzic's form as he gestured to himself, his eyes still an intense magenta after his feed, a small amount of colour beginning to return to his pale features. "Interesting... Is it a lot you have to consume to do that?"
Drazzic hummed. "Yeah it does take alot. For example if I consumed you? I could even take your form." He smirked before tilting his head. "Maybe vampires would fill it more quickly due to the blood they consume...hmm..."
"That is very interesting... But with your line of thinking I'd assume it would work far better on someone who had recently gorged... Someone who didn't need to feed for a long time again and was filled to the brim with blood." He gave a smile, the corners of his lips curling as he finally sat forwards again at the table, resting his hands beneath his chin. "Which isn't me before you get any ideas~"
He laughed "ah shit I thought I was gonna get a free meal. Hey...maybe that's why I gave you the blood." He winked before genuinely laughing. He slowly leaned back as he eyed the other.
"arent you going to gorge or something shit every night?"
"It was a valiant attempt, I'll give you that... But no, my blood is not for sale right now, not when I've just had a lovely little snack~ I'd prefer to keep it in my body~" He chuckled, very much enjoying this company. "No, I don't tend to every night. My father gives me enough blood to get by, and I only really gorge whenever I can leave my home like this. Even then, I've only lost control and drained someone completely a handful of times. That was more out of... Anger. Anger that turned to bloodlust." He didn't realise how easily he was spilling such personal things. This little drink had really soothed him.
"hm....well I must say im dissappointed at the lack or gourgin we got going on here." He teased as he finished off his drink, he waved the bar tender and they nodded coming over to collect the glass and make another.
He quirked an eyebrow, his smile not leaving. "Disappointed? The only disappointing thing is that when I do have my fill properly, my poor clothes take far too long to clean." He smoothed out the ruffles at the front of his shirt to punctuate his point. "I can't be having that."
Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub.Β
As he sat at the booth he realised he had no idea what to expect or look out for with this meet-up. That was quite thrilling... He combed his fingers through his hair as he waited, making sure that it was sat perfectly, wanting to make a good impression. After all, they'd only spoken a couple of times and he was already being offered such a thoughtful gift.
The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.
Once done? He carried it over and placed it infront of Drazzic. "You...want anything?"
Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."
At least then when he was done with the alcohol he could pour some of the blood in without raising any eyebrows at the red tint in the glass.
He hummed a little as he tilt his head. "Pomegranate martini, interesting choice." He smirked a little as he looked to the bar tender who nodded and went off to prepare the drink. "So you come here often? Did you find it okay?" He swirled the contents of his neat whiskey around in the glass as his golden glowing hues fixated on the other, he slowly removed his mask revealing those short but sharp cannibal canines. His skintone grey and cold. He looked more dead than alive as he took a sip of the whiskey, savouring the taste for a moment before swallowing.
"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"
He watched as the other removed his mask, his head tilting a little as he took in those sharp canines, not dissimilar to his own in his non-feeding state, and he felt more confident with revealing them, allowing himself to be more animated the next time he spoke. "And I thought people harped on me for my complexion! You must get a lot of concerned comments."
"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.
He looked down at his greyish skin. "For those who don't know me...It does surprise them. Grey like this isn't exactly normal at least with pale you can blame it on being sick, right?"
The bar tender meandars over, setting down the glass as he nodded to the two. "Enjoy"
He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.
When his drink was brought over, he flashed the bartender a smile and gave him a sincere 'thank you', before taking a sip. It was the perfect level of sweetness. But he'd have to drink it quickly if he wanted to try this blood. "What inspired you to give me a gift, anyway?"
He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.
"Thanks." He slid over a hefty tip before humming, taking another sip. "I remember you telling me about your...You know." He gestures. "I get alot of the red stuff so why not make use of it? I give some to the Oleandar's to grow their flowers, some to Sano for his tests and DNA samples, might as well, no?"
"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."
He took another sip of his drink, rubbing some of the salt off the rim of the glass with his fingertip. Blood to help flowers grow? He'd never heard of that, but now he was curious to see the effects. "Well, I really do appreciate it. Truly."
"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.
"Alot of people use blood for alot of reasons. i guess that's why I collect it." He nodded. "You never know what might be useful later on, you know?"
"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."
"Collecting blood while not being my kind is rather interesting, although given your reasoning I can understand it." After a few more long sips the alcohol was finished, and despite the strength of the drink he wasn't even feeling close to tipsy. Discreetly, he slid the glass down onto the bench, his eyes flicking over to the bartender to make sure he wasn't watching as he filled it about half way with the blood bag before securing it closed again. He brought the glass up to his face, inhaling deeply. A grin formed on his face, his magenta eyes shining in the low lights. "You weren't lying about the scent..."
The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.
"Nothing like mine but it's still enjoyable, right?" He teased the other a little..
"That remains to be seen." He cupped both of his hands around the glass, moving them softly to try to warm up the liquid as best as he could; his lack of body heat wouldn't do it on its own. When he felt like the friction had heated it up enough to mimic body temperature, he lifted the glass to his lips, feeling his canines growing as that scent filled his nostrils and he took a small sip. His eyes widened slightly, his voice deeper than usual when he spoke with a smile. "This is delicious... Thank you~" He continued to drink, his fangs scraping uncomfortably against the rim of the glass, but he didn't mind so much.
"glad I could satisfy." He winked as he swirled his whiskey. "So is the good red the only thing you eat and drink?" He tilt his head obviously curious about how stereotypical the other was. Folklore is something he studied...but what was books any good compared to the real deal?
He forced himself to stop drinking for a moment so that he could speak. "Ah, no... I am able to eat regular food if I choose to, but only in small amounts because I can't digest it properly. I can still taste it, though... It does nothing to nourish me. It's more to fit in." He paused a moment, his intense eyes not leaving the red liquid in the glass. "I'll have to think of a way to repay you... What do you enjoy eating or drinking?" After he asked this he went right back to drinking in silence, the only sound the odd hum of contentment as he tasted the blood.
"So basically you might as well stick to the red stuff." He snorted before tilting his head. "Oh uh....I don't need to eat or drink but I like sweets and...well i uh...meat." He didn't go into detail what meat but maybe one could catch a hint if they really thought long and hard about it.
"Basically~", he agreed with a small chuckle. He finished off his drink with a satisfied sigh, sitting back in the booth with his lips slightly parted to accommodate his fangs. "Sweets and meat. Well, one will be easy to get, and the other... Unfortunately you'd have to wait for the rare times that I drain someone completely."
He laughed. "The red is part of the best." He winked as he sipped his own drink as he sighed. "I hunt though so...don't worry. I actually kinda use the blood to maintain this form." He gestures to himself.
"I have to agree with you there. But then again, I'd be rather odd if I didn't with my affliction." He pocketed the rest of the bag for now, keeping it warm in his thick coat. "Oh? You hunt? Fascinating... I can imagine that is quite the sight." He took in Drazzic's form as he gestured to himself, his eyes still an intense magenta after his feed, a small amount of colour beginning to return to his pale features. "Interesting... Is it a lot you have to consume to do that?"
Drazzic hummed. "Yeah it does take alot. For example if I consumed you? I could even take your form." He smirked before tilting his head. "Maybe vampires would fill it more quickly due to the blood they consume...hmm..."
"That is very interesting... But with your line of thinking I'd assume it would work far better on someone who had recently gorged... Someone who didn't need to feed for a long time again and was filled to the brim with blood." He gave a smile, the corners of his lips curling as he finally sat forwards again at the table, resting his hands beneath his chin. "Which isn't me before you get any ideas~"
He laughed "ah shit I thought I was gonna get a free meal. Hey...maybe that's why I gave you the blood." He winked before genuinely laughing. He slowly leaned back as he eyed the other.
"arent you going to gorge or something shit every night?"
"It was a valiant attempt, I'll give you that... But no, my blood is not for sale right now, not when I've just had a lovely little snack~ I'd prefer to keep it in my body~" He chuckled, very much enjoying this company. "No, I don't tend to every night. My father gives me enough blood to get by, and I only really gorge whenever I can leave my home like this. Even then, I've only lost control and drained someone completely a handful of times. That was more out of... Anger. Anger that turned to bloodlust." He didn't realise how easily he was spilling such personal things. This little drink had really soothed him.
Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub.Β
As he sat at the booth he realised he had no idea what to expect or look out for with this meet-up. That was quite thrilling... He combed his fingers through his hair as he waited, making sure that it was sat perfectly, wanting to make a good impression. After all, they'd only spoken a couple of times and he was already being offered such a thoughtful gift.
The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.
Once done? He carried it over and placed it infront of Drazzic. "You...want anything?"
Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."
At least then when he was done with the alcohol he could pour some of the blood in without raising any eyebrows at the red tint in the glass.
He hummed a little as he tilt his head. "Pomegranate martini, interesting choice." He smirked a little as he looked to the bar tender who nodded and went off to prepare the drink. "So you come here often? Did you find it okay?" He swirled the contents of his neat whiskey around in the glass as his golden glowing hues fixated on the other, he slowly removed his mask revealing those short but sharp cannibal canines. His skintone grey and cold. He looked more dead than alive as he took a sip of the whiskey, savouring the taste for a moment before swallowing.
"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"
He watched as the other removed his mask, his head tilting a little as he took in those sharp canines, not dissimilar to his own in his non-feeding state, and he felt more confident with revealing them, allowing himself to be more animated the next time he spoke. "And I thought people harped on me for my complexion! You must get a lot of concerned comments."
"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.
He looked down at his greyish skin. "For those who don't know me...It does surprise them. Grey like this isn't exactly normal at least with pale you can blame it on being sick, right?"
The bar tender meandars over, setting down the glass as he nodded to the two. "Enjoy"
He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.
When his drink was brought over, he flashed the bartender a smile and gave him a sincere 'thank you', before taking a sip. It was the perfect level of sweetness. But he'd have to drink it quickly if he wanted to try this blood. "What inspired you to give me a gift, anyway?"
He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.
"Thanks." He slid over a hefty tip before humming, taking another sip. "I remember you telling me about your...You know." He gestures. "I get alot of the red stuff so why not make use of it? I give some to the Oleandar's to grow their flowers, some to Sano for his tests and DNA samples, might as well, no?"
"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."
He took another sip of his drink, rubbing some of the salt off the rim of the glass with his fingertip. Blood to help flowers grow? He'd never heard of that, but now he was curious to see the effects. "Well, I really do appreciate it. Truly."
"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.
"Alot of people use blood for alot of reasons. i guess that's why I collect it." He nodded. "You never know what might be useful later on, you know?"
"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."
"Collecting blood while not being my kind is rather interesting, although given your reasoning I can understand it." After a few more long sips the alcohol was finished, and despite the strength of the drink he wasn't even feeling close to tipsy. Discreetly, he slid the glass down onto the bench, his eyes flicking over to the bartender to make sure he wasn't watching as he filled it about half way with the blood bag before securing it closed again. He brought the glass up to his face, inhaling deeply. A grin formed on his face, his magenta eyes shining in the low lights. "You weren't lying about the scent..."
The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.
"Nothing like mine but it's still enjoyable, right?" He teased the other a little..
"That remains to be seen." He cupped both of his hands around the glass, moving them softly to try to warm up the liquid as best as he could; his lack of body heat wouldn't do it on its own. When he felt like the friction had heated it up enough to mimic body temperature, he lifted the glass to his lips, feeling his canines growing as that scent filled his nostrils and he took a small sip. His eyes widened slightly, his voice deeper than usual when he spoke with a smile. "This is delicious... Thank you~" He continued to drink, his fangs scraping uncomfortably against the rim of the glass, but he didn't mind so much.
"glad I could satisfy." He winked as he swirled his whiskey. "So is the good red the only thing you eat and drink?" He tilt his head obviously curious about how stereotypical the other was. Folklore is something he studied...but what was books any good compared to the real deal?
He forced himself to stop drinking for a moment so that he could speak. "Ah, no... I am able to eat regular food if I choose to, but only in small amounts because I can't digest it properly. I can still taste it, though... It does nothing to nourish me. It's more to fit in." He paused a moment, his intense eyes not leaving the red liquid in the glass. "I'll have to think of a way to repay you... What do you enjoy eating or drinking?" After he asked this he went right back to drinking in silence, the only sound the odd hum of contentment as he tasted the blood.
"So basically you might as well stick to the red stuff." He snorted before tilting his head. "Oh uh....I don't need to eat or drink but I like sweets and...well i uh...meat." He didn't go into detail what meat but maybe one could catch a hint if they really thought long and hard about it.
"Basically~", he agreed with a small chuckle. He finished off his drink with a satisfied sigh, sitting back in the booth with his lips slightly parted to accommodate his fangs. "Sweets and meat. Well, one will be easy to get, and the other... Unfortunately you'd have to wait for the rare times that I drain someone completely."
He laughed. "The red is part of the best." He winked as he sipped his own drink as he sighed. "I hunt though so...don't worry. I actually kinda use the blood to maintain this form." He gestures to himself.
"I have to agree with you there. But then again, I'd be rather odd if I didn't with my affliction." He pocketed the rest of the bag for now, keeping it warm in his thick coat. "Oh? You hunt? Fascinating... I can imagine that is quite the sight." He took in Drazzic's form as he gestured to himself, his eyes still an intense magenta after his feed, a small amount of colour beginning to return to his pale features. "Interesting... Is it a lot you have to consume to do that?"
Drazzic hummed. "Yeah it does take alot. For example if I consumed you? I could even take your form." He smirked before tilting his head. "Maybe vampires would fill it more quickly due to the blood they consume...hmm..."
"That is very interesting... But with your line of thinking I'd assume it would work far better on someone who had recently gorged... Someone who didn't need to feed for a long time again and was filled to the brim with blood." He gave a smile, the corners of his lips curling as he finally sat forwards again at the table, resting his hands beneath his chin. "Which isn't me before you get any ideas~"
Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub.Β
As he sat at the booth he realised he had no idea what to expect or look out for with this meet-up. That was quite thrilling... He combed his fingers through his hair as he waited, making sure that it was sat perfectly, wanting to make a good impression. After all, they'd only spoken a couple of times and he was already being offered such a thoughtful gift.
The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.
Once done? He carried it over and placed it infront of Drazzic. "You...want anything?"
Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."
At least then when he was done with the alcohol he could pour some of the blood in without raising any eyebrows at the red tint in the glass.
He hummed a little as he tilt his head. "Pomegranate martini, interesting choice." He smirked a little as he looked to the bar tender who nodded and went off to prepare the drink. "So you come here often? Did you find it okay?" He swirled the contents of his neat whiskey around in the glass as his golden glowing hues fixated on the other, he slowly removed his mask revealing those short but sharp cannibal canines. His skintone grey and cold. He looked more dead than alive as he took a sip of the whiskey, savouring the taste for a moment before swallowing.
"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"
He watched as the other removed his mask, his head tilting a little as he took in those sharp canines, not dissimilar to his own in his non-feeding state, and he felt more confident with revealing them, allowing himself to be more animated the next time he spoke. "And I thought people harped on me for my complexion! You must get a lot of concerned comments."
"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.
He looked down at his greyish skin. "For those who don't know me...It does surprise them. Grey like this isn't exactly normal at least with pale you can blame it on being sick, right?"
The bar tender meandars over, setting down the glass as he nodded to the two. "Enjoy"
He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.
When his drink was brought over, he flashed the bartender a smile and gave him a sincere 'thank you', before taking a sip. It was the perfect level of sweetness. But he'd have to drink it quickly if he wanted to try this blood. "What inspired you to give me a gift, anyway?"
He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.
"Thanks." He slid over a hefty tip before humming, taking another sip. "I remember you telling me about your...You know." He gestures. "I get alot of the red stuff so why not make use of it? I give some to the Oleandar's to grow their flowers, some to Sano for his tests and DNA samples, might as well, no?"
"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."
He took another sip of his drink, rubbing some of the salt off the rim of the glass with his fingertip. Blood to help flowers grow? He'd never heard of that, but now he was curious to see the effects. "Well, I really do appreciate it. Truly."
"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.
"Alot of people use blood for alot of reasons. i guess that's why I collect it." He nodded. "You never know what might be useful later on, you know?"
"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."
"Collecting blood while not being my kind is rather interesting, although given your reasoning I can understand it." After a few more long sips the alcohol was finished, and despite the strength of the drink he wasn't even feeling close to tipsy. Discreetly, he slid the glass down onto the bench, his eyes flicking over to the bartender to make sure he wasn't watching as he filled it about half way with the blood bag before securing it closed again. He brought the glass up to his face, inhaling deeply. A grin formed on his face, his magenta eyes shining in the low lights. "You weren't lying about the scent..."
The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.
"Nothing like mine but it's still enjoyable, right?" He teased the other a little..
"That remains to be seen." He cupped both of his hands around the glass, moving them softly to try to warm up the liquid as best as he could; his lack of body heat wouldn't do it on its own. When he felt like the friction had heated it up enough to mimic body temperature, he lifted the glass to his lips, feeling his canines growing as that scent filled his nostrils and he took a small sip. His eyes widened slightly, his voice deeper than usual when he spoke with a smile. "This is delicious... Thank you~" He continued to drink, his fangs scraping uncomfortably against the rim of the glass, but he didn't mind so much.
"glad I could satisfy." He winked as he swirled his whiskey. "So is the good red the only thing you eat and drink?" He tilt his head obviously curious about how stereotypical the other was. Folklore is something he studied...but what was books any good compared to the real deal?
He forced himself to stop drinking for a moment so that he could speak. "Ah, no... I am able to eat regular food if I choose to, but only in small amounts because I can't digest it properly. I can still taste it, though... It does nothing to nourish me. It's more to fit in." He paused a moment, his intense eyes not leaving the red liquid in the glass. "I'll have to think of a way to repay you... What do you enjoy eating or drinking?" After he asked this he went right back to drinking in silence, the only sound the odd hum of contentment as he tasted the blood.
"So basically you might as well stick to the red stuff." He snorted before tilting his head. "Oh uh....I don't need to eat or drink but I like sweets and...well i uh...meat." He didn't go into detail what meat but maybe one could catch a hint if they really thought long and hard about it.
"Basically~", he agreed with a small chuckle. He finished off his drink with a satisfied sigh, sitting back in the booth with his lips slightly parted to accommodate his fangs. "Sweets and meat. Well, one will be easy to get, and the other... Unfortunately you'd have to wait for the rare times that I drain someone completely."
He laughed. "The red is part of the best." He winked as he sipped his own drink as he sighed. "I hunt though so...don't worry. I actually kinda use the blood to maintain this form." He gestures to himself.
"I have to agree with you there. But then again, I'd be rather odd if I didn't with my affliction." He pocketed the rest of the bag for now, keeping it warm in his thick coat. "Oh? You hunt? Fascinating... I can imagine that is quite the sight." He took in Drazzic's form as he gestured to himself, his eyes still an intense magenta after his feed, a small amount of colour beginning to return to his pale features. "Interesting... Is it a lot you have to consume to do that?"
Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub.Β
As he sat at the booth he realised he had no idea what to expect or look out for with this meet-up. That was quite thrilling... He combed his fingers through his hair as he waited, making sure that it was sat perfectly, wanting to make a good impression. After all, they'd only spoken a couple of times and he was already being offered such a thoughtful gift.
The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.
Once done? He carried it over and placed it infront of Drazzic. "You...want anything?"
Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."
At least then when he was done with the alcohol he could pour some of the blood in without raising any eyebrows at the red tint in the glass.
He hummed a little as he tilt his head. "Pomegranate martini, interesting choice." He smirked a little as he looked to the bar tender who nodded and went off to prepare the drink. "So you come here often? Did you find it okay?" He swirled the contents of his neat whiskey around in the glass as his golden glowing hues fixated on the other, he slowly removed his mask revealing those short but sharp cannibal canines. His skintone grey and cold. He looked more dead than alive as he took a sip of the whiskey, savouring the taste for a moment before swallowing.
"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"
He watched as the other removed his mask, his head tilting a little as he took in those sharp canines, not dissimilar to his own in his non-feeding state, and he felt more confident with revealing them, allowing himself to be more animated the next time he spoke. "And I thought people harped on me for my complexion! You must get a lot of concerned comments."
"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.
He looked down at his greyish skin. "For those who don't know me...It does surprise them. Grey like this isn't exactly normal at least with pale you can blame it on being sick, right?"
The bar tender meandars over, setting down the glass as he nodded to the two. "Enjoy"
He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.
When his drink was brought over, he flashed the bartender a smile and gave him a sincere 'thank you', before taking a sip. It was the perfect level of sweetness. But he'd have to drink it quickly if he wanted to try this blood. "What inspired you to give me a gift, anyway?"
He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.
"Thanks." He slid over a hefty tip before humming, taking another sip. "I remember you telling me about your...You know." He gestures. "I get alot of the red stuff so why not make use of it? I give some to the Oleandar's to grow their flowers, some to Sano for his tests and DNA samples, might as well, no?"
"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."
He took another sip of his drink, rubbing some of the salt off the rim of the glass with his fingertip. Blood to help flowers grow? He'd never heard of that, but now he was curious to see the effects. "Well, I really do appreciate it. Truly."
"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.
"Alot of people use blood for alot of reasons. i guess that's why I collect it." He nodded. "You never know what might be useful later on, you know?"
"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."
"Collecting blood while not being my kind is rather interesting, although given your reasoning I can understand it." After a few more long sips the alcohol was finished, and despite the strength of the drink he wasn't even feeling close to tipsy. Discreetly, he slid the glass down onto the bench, his eyes flicking over to the bartender to make sure he wasn't watching as he filled it about half way with the blood bag before securing it closed again. He brought the glass up to his face, inhaling deeply. A grin formed on his face, his magenta eyes shining in the low lights. "You weren't lying about the scent..."
The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.
"Nothing like mine but it's still enjoyable, right?" He teased the other a little..
"That remains to be seen." He cupped both of his hands around the glass, moving them softly to try to warm up the liquid as best as he could; his lack of body heat wouldn't do it on its own. When he felt like the friction had heated it up enough to mimic body temperature, he lifted the glass to his lips, feeling his canines growing as that scent filled his nostrils and he took a small sip. His eyes widened slightly, his voice deeper than usual when he spoke with a smile. "This is delicious... Thank you~" He continued to drink, his fangs scraping uncomfortably against the rim of the glass, but he didn't mind so much.
"glad I could satisfy." He winked as he swirled his whiskey. "So is the good red the only thing you eat and drink?" He tilt his head obviously curious about how stereotypical the other was. Folklore is something he studied...but what was books any good compared to the real deal?
He forced himself to stop drinking for a moment so that he could speak. "Ah, no... I am able to eat regular food if I choose to, but only in small amounts because I can't digest it properly. I can still taste it, though... It does nothing to nourish me. It's more to fit in." He paused a moment, his intense eyes not leaving the red liquid in the glass. "I'll have to think of a way to repay you... What do you enjoy eating or drinking?" After he asked this he went right back to drinking in silence, the only sound the odd hum of contentment as he tasted the blood.
"So basically you might as well stick to the red stuff." He snorted before tilting his head. "Oh uh....I don't need to eat or drink but I like sweets and...well i uh...meat." He didn't go into detail what meat but maybe one could catch a hint if they really thought long and hard about it.
"Basically~", he agreed with a small chuckle. He finished off his drink with a satisfied sigh, sitting back in the booth with his lips slightly parted to accommodate his fangs. "Sweets and meat. Well, one will be easy to get, and the other... Unfortunately you'd have to wait for the rare times that I drain someone completely."
Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub.Β
As he sat at the booth he realised he had no idea what to expect or look out for with this meet-up. That was quite thrilling... He combed his fingers through his hair as he waited, making sure that it was sat perfectly, wanting to make a good impression. After all, they'd only spoken a couple of times and he was already being offered such a thoughtful gift.
The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.
Once done? He carried it over and placed it infront of Drazzic. "You...want anything?"
Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."
At least then when he was done with the alcohol he could pour some of the blood in without raising any eyebrows at the red tint in the glass.
He hummed a little as he tilt his head. "Pomegranate martini, interesting choice." He smirked a little as he looked to the bar tender who nodded and went off to prepare the drink. "So you come here often? Did you find it okay?" He swirled the contents of his neat whiskey around in the glass as his golden glowing hues fixated on the other, he slowly removed his mask revealing those short but sharp cannibal canines. His skintone grey and cold. He looked more dead than alive as he took a sip of the whiskey, savouring the taste for a moment before swallowing.
"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"
He watched as the other removed his mask, his head tilting a little as he took in those sharp canines, not dissimilar to his own in his non-feeding state, and he felt more confident with revealing them, allowing himself to be more animated the next time he spoke. "And I thought people harped on me for my complexion! You must get a lot of concerned comments."
"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.
He looked down at his greyish skin. "For those who don't know me...It does surprise them. Grey like this isn't exactly normal at least with pale you can blame it on being sick, right?"
The bar tender meandars over, setting down the glass as he nodded to the two. "Enjoy"
He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.
When his drink was brought over, he flashed the bartender a smile and gave him a sincere 'thank you', before taking a sip. It was the perfect level of sweetness. But he'd have to drink it quickly if he wanted to try this blood. "What inspired you to give me a gift, anyway?"
He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.
"Thanks." He slid over a hefty tip before humming, taking another sip. "I remember you telling me about your...You know." He gestures. "I get alot of the red stuff so why not make use of it? I give some to the Oleandar's to grow their flowers, some to Sano for his tests and DNA samples, might as well, no?"
"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."
He took another sip of his drink, rubbing some of the salt off the rim of the glass with his fingertip. Blood to help flowers grow? He'd never heard of that, but now he was curious to see the effects. "Well, I really do appreciate it. Truly."
"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.
"Alot of people use blood for alot of reasons. i guess that's why I collect it." He nodded. "You never know what might be useful later on, you know?"
"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."
"Collecting blood while not being my kind is rather interesting, although given your reasoning I can understand it." After a few more long sips the alcohol was finished, and despite the strength of the drink he wasn't even feeling close to tipsy. Discreetly, he slid the glass down onto the bench, his eyes flicking over to the bartender to make sure he wasn't watching as he filled it about half way with the blood bag before securing it closed again. He brought the glass up to his face, inhaling deeply. A grin formed on his face, his magenta eyes shining in the low lights. "You weren't lying about the scent..."
The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.
"Nothing like mine but it's still enjoyable, right?" He teased the other a little..
"That remains to be seen." He cupped both of his hands around the glass, moving them softly to try to warm up the liquid as best as he could; his lack of body heat wouldn't do it on its own. When he felt like the friction had heated it up enough to mimic body temperature, he lifted the glass to his lips, feeling his canines growing as that scent filled his nostrils and he took a small sip. His eyes widened slightly, his voice deeper than usual when he spoke with a smile. "This is delicious... Thank you~" He continued to drink, his fangs scraping uncomfortably against the rim of the glass, but he didn't mind so much.
"glad I could satisfy." He winked as he swirled his whiskey. "So is the good red the only thing you eat and drink?" He tilt his head obviously curious about how stereotypical the other was. Folklore is something he studied...but what was books any good compared to the real deal?
He forced himself to stop drinking for a moment so that he could speak. "Ah, no... I am able to eat regular food if I choose to, but only in small amounts because I can't digest it properly. I can still taste it, though... It does nothing to nourish me. It's more to fit in." He paused a moment, his intense eyes not leaving the red liquid in the glass. "I'll have to think of a way to repay you... What do you enjoy eating or drinking?" After he asked this he went right back to drinking in silence, the only sound the odd hum of contentment as he tasted the blood.
Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub.Β
As he sat at the booth he realised he had no idea what to expect or look out for with this meet-up. That was quite thrilling... He combed his fingers through his hair as he waited, making sure that it was sat perfectly, wanting to make a good impression. After all, they'd only spoken a couple of times and he was already being offered such a thoughtful gift.
The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.
Once done? He carried it over and placed it infront of Drazzic. "You...want anything?"
Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."
At least then when he was done with the alcohol he could pour some of the blood in without raising any eyebrows at the red tint in the glass.
He hummed a little as he tilt his head. "Pomegranate martini, interesting choice." He smirked a little as he looked to the bar tender who nodded and went off to prepare the drink. "So you come here often? Did you find it okay?" He swirled the contents of his neat whiskey around in the glass as his golden glowing hues fixated on the other, he slowly removed his mask revealing those short but sharp cannibal canines. His skintone grey and cold. He looked more dead than alive as he took a sip of the whiskey, savouring the taste for a moment before swallowing.
"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"
He watched as the other removed his mask, his head tilting a little as he took in those sharp canines, not dissimilar to his own in his non-feeding state, and he felt more confident with revealing them, allowing himself to be more animated the next time he spoke. "And I thought people harped on me for my complexion! You must get a lot of concerned comments."
"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.
He looked down at his greyish skin. "For those who don't know me...It does surprise them. Grey like this isn't exactly normal at least with pale you can blame it on being sick, right?"
The bar tender meandars over, setting down the glass as he nodded to the two. "Enjoy"
He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.
When his drink was brought over, he flashed the bartender a smile and gave him a sincere 'thank you', before taking a sip. It was the perfect level of sweetness. But he'd have to drink it quickly if he wanted to try this blood. "What inspired you to give me a gift, anyway?"
He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.
"Thanks." He slid over a hefty tip before humming, taking another sip. "I remember you telling me about your...You know." He gestures. "I get alot of the red stuff so why not make use of it? I give some to the Oleandar's to grow their flowers, some to Sano for his tests and DNA samples, might as well, no?"
"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."
He took another sip of his drink, rubbing some of the salt off the rim of the glass with his fingertip. Blood to help flowers grow? He'd never heard of that, but now he was curious to see the effects. "Well, I really do appreciate it. Truly."
"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.
"Alot of people use blood for alot of reasons. i guess that's why I collect it." He nodded. "You never know what might be useful later on, you know?"
"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."
"Collecting blood while not being my kind is rather interesting, although given your reasoning I can understand it." After a few more long sips the alcohol was finished, and despite the strength of the drink he wasn't even feeling close to tipsy. Discreetly, he slid the glass down onto the bench, his eyes flicking over to the bartender to make sure he wasn't watching as he filled it about half way with the blood bag before securing it closed again. He brought the glass up to his face, inhaling deeply. A grin formed on his face, his magenta eyes shining in the low lights. "You weren't lying about the scent..."
The bar tender was busy tending the bar as Drazzic watched the vampire pour the blood into the glass. He chuckled. "Well....yes. it's potent. I hope you enjoy the taste that matches it too." He tilt his head a little.
"Nothing like mine but it's still enjoyable, right?" He teased the other a little..
"That remains to be seen." He cupped both of his hands around the glass, moving them softly to try to warm up the liquid as best as he could; his lack of body heat wouldn't do it on its own. When he felt like the friction had heated it up enough to mimic body temperature, he lifted the glass to his lips, feeling his canines growing as that scent filled his nostrils and he took a small sip. His eyes widened slightly, his voice deeper than usual when he spoke with a smile. "This is delicious... Thank you~" He continued to drink, his fangs scraping uncomfortably against the rim of the glass, but he didn't mind so much.
How do you feed? Do you prefer to drain people dry or do you try to feed non-lethally? When you say blood is brought to you, do you mean in a bag, or do you mean that someone is brought to you? Do you prefer to feed from willing donors? How often do you need to feed?
Well, isn't someone curious?
I feed in the traditional sense and prefer to do so non-lethally. That way I can always come back to the same person if I so desire. It's usually from whoever I'm intimate with too, and I can't very well hold that over my father's head if the person is deceased. There have been a handful of times I have drained someone, however. Let's call those a lapse of judgement.
My father usually brings it to me in a glass or a goblet, so I never get the satisfaction of properly feeding when I'm at home. When I feed it is usually from willing donors, apart from those handful of outliers I mentioned. How often I need to feed depends on how much I consumed the previous time. Once a week is a good average, but it can be far sooner or take me a while longer to feel the urge.
Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub.Β
As he sat at the booth he realised he had no idea what to expect or look out for with this meet-up. That was quite thrilling... He combed his fingers through his hair as he waited, making sure that it was sat perfectly, wanting to make a good impression. After all, they'd only spoken a couple of times and he was already being offered such a thoughtful gift.
The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.
Once done? He carried it over and placed it infront of Drazzic. "You...want anything?"
Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."
At least then when he was done with the alcohol he could pour some of the blood in without raising any eyebrows at the red tint in the glass.
He hummed a little as he tilt his head. "Pomegranate martini, interesting choice." He smirked a little as he looked to the bar tender who nodded and went off to prepare the drink. "So you come here often? Did you find it okay?" He swirled the contents of his neat whiskey around in the glass as his golden glowing hues fixated on the other, he slowly removed his mask revealing those short but sharp cannibal canines. His skintone grey and cold. He looked more dead than alive as he took a sip of the whiskey, savouring the taste for a moment before swallowing.
"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"
He watched as the other removed his mask, his head tilting a little as he took in those sharp canines, not dissimilar to his own in his non-feeding state, and he felt more confident with revealing them, allowing himself to be more animated the next time he spoke. "And I thought people harped on me for my complexion! You must get a lot of concerned comments."
"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.
He looked down at his greyish skin. "For those who don't know me...It does surprise them. Grey like this isn't exactly normal at least with pale you can blame it on being sick, right?"
The bar tender meandars over, setting down the glass as he nodded to the two. "Enjoy"
He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.
When his drink was brought over, he flashed the bartender a smile and gave him a sincere 'thank you', before taking a sip. It was the perfect level of sweetness. But he'd have to drink it quickly if he wanted to try this blood. "What inspired you to give me a gift, anyway?"
He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.
"Thanks." He slid over a hefty tip before humming, taking another sip. "I remember you telling me about your...You know." He gestures. "I get alot of the red stuff so why not make use of it? I give some to the Oleandar's to grow their flowers, some to Sano for his tests and DNA samples, might as well, no?"
"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."
He took another sip of his drink, rubbing some of the salt off the rim of the glass with his fingertip. Blood to help flowers grow? He'd never heard of that, but now he was curious to see the effects. "Well, I really do appreciate it. Truly."
"Now the coffin is dissappointing, that would be amazing." He snorted--He hummed as he smirked. "I pull off grey skin well huh?" He mused a little. He rubbed his wrist a little.
"Alot of people use blood for alot of reasons. i guess that's why I collect it." He nodded. "You never know what might be useful later on, you know?"
"I enjoy the theatrics of the imagery too, but my bed is rather gothic if that helps fill that void at all~" He would have loved to have a plush, cushioned coffin just to be even more extravagant. "And yes, I say you do."
"Collecting blood while not being my kind is rather interesting, although given your reasoning I can understand it." After a few more long sips the alcohol was finished, and despite the strength of the drink he wasn't even feeling close to tipsy. Discreetly, he slid the glass down onto the bench, his eyes flicking over to the bartender to make sure he wasn't watching as he filled it about half way with the blood bag before securing it closed again. He brought the glass up to his face, inhaling deeply. A grin formed on his face, his magenta eyes shining in the low lights. "You weren't lying about the scent..."
Thorn was grateful to have the choice of where to go for this meet-up; a bar was a far more relaxed environment than a nightclub, and he wouldn't have to worry about people bumping up against him and being close enough to see his non-human features. He entered the bar, pleased to see the low, warm lighting and took a seat in a corner booth away from the eyes of the other patrons. He gave the barman a signal that he was waiting for somebody else before he ordered, and unbuttoned his long purple coat, opening it ever so slightly to reveal his white ruffled shirt, an outfit that would have been far more out of place in a nightclub.Β
As he sat at the booth he realised he had no idea what to expect or look out for with this meet-up. That was quite thrilling... He combed his fingers through his hair as he waited, making sure that it was sat perfectly, wanting to make a good impression. After all, they'd only spoken a couple of times and he was already being offered such a thoughtful gift.
The stalker walkd into the bar, his mask covering his face as usual. lucky it was night time, everyone in the bar seemed to greet him as he gave a nod or a wave on his way to the booth. he knew this was the being he was meeting as everyone else was the same old people there. He slid into the booth opposite and tilt his head. "I must say you are full of frills aren't you?" He snorted at his own pun before placing a bag on the table. "This is your's." He spoke, he gave a nod to the bar tender who began to prepare a drink for the stalker.
Once done? He carried it over and placed it infront of Drazzic. "You...want anything?"
Even before the tall being approached him, he knew he was who he was here to meet. He looked nothing like the other patrons, yet they all seemed to know him. He gave a warm smile as he sat opposite him, and rolled his eyes with a small chuckle at the pun. "What can I say? I don't get ruffled very easily so I have to make up for it somehow." His eyes widened at the sudden bag on the table. Was he really able to be that obvious? Slowly, he took the bag, sliding it over next to him in his side of the booth so it was out of sight. "Thank you, I really do appreciate it~ Hmm... And I might have a pomegranate martini."
At least then when he was done with the alcohol he could pour some of the blood in without raising any eyebrows at the red tint in the glass.
He hummed a little as he tilt his head. "Pomegranate martini, interesting choice." He smirked a little as he looked to the bar tender who nodded and went off to prepare the drink. "So you come here often? Did you find it okay?" He swirled the contents of his neat whiskey around in the glass as his golden glowing hues fixated on the other, he slowly removed his mask revealing those short but sharp cannibal canines. His skintone grey and cold. He looked more dead than alive as he took a sip of the whiskey, savouring the taste for a moment before swallowing.
"Oh, you didn't have to order for me, but thank you", he said, surprised at the treatment even if it was only someone placing an order for him. "No, I can't say that I have been here before, but I managed to locate it just fine. It's very quaint. I'm assuming by the bartender knowing your drink this is a regular haunt of yours?"
He watched as the other removed his mask, his head tilting a little as he took in those sharp canines, not dissimilar to his own in his non-feeding state, and he felt more confident with revealing them, allowing himself to be more animated the next time he spoke. "And I thought people harped on me for my complexion! You must get a lot of concerned comments."
"Hm...It is quaint. They know my order as i tend to frequent here. I used to just hang around here and there." He laughed a little. "I mostly come out at night. I assume you do too, hm?" He tilt his head.
He looked down at his greyish skin. "For those who don't know me...It does surprise them. Grey like this isn't exactly normal at least with pale you can blame it on being sick, right?"
The bar tender meandars over, setting down the glass as he nodded to the two. "Enjoy"
He nodded along as he listened before rolling his eyes again at the question, but he wasn't annoyed, he just found it amusing. "Yes, but not for the reason you think. Sunlight won't kill me, but it certainly doesn't feel pleasant." He shuddered, remembering the last time he'd been out on a particularly hot day. "And I suppose so... Although feeding helps me to regain a little colour, even if it isn't for long. That wasn't a criticism, by the way. I suppose I was trying to make a joke." It had been far too long since he'd conversed with someone other than the same handful of people.
When his drink was brought over, he flashed the bartender a smile and gave him a sincere 'thank you', before taking a sip. It was the perfect level of sweetness. But he'd have to drink it quickly if he wanted to try this blood. "What inspired you to give me a gift, anyway?"
He chuckled as he tilt his head. "Ah well it's a good thing it doesn't kill you. That's different from stereotypical." He listened to what the other had to say. He nodded. "Well I can't regain colour. This is my colour since the fall. Before I was quite...white." He admitted as he side eyed the bar tender.
"Thanks." He slid over a hefty tip before humming, taking another sip. "I remember you telling me about your...You know." He gestures. "I get alot of the red stuff so why not make use of it? I give some to the Oleandar's to grow their flowers, some to Sano for his tests and DNA samples, might as well, no?"
"In case you're thinking it, I don't sleep in a coffin either~", he said in a teasing tone. His voice returned to its usual rhythmic pace as he took in this information. "I see... Well, you are one of the only people I can say I've met that can pull off grey skin. Others have, but they haven't been in the position to be able to hear me say it."
He took another sip of his drink, rubbing some of the salt off the rim of the glass with his fingertip. Blood to help flowers grow? He'd never heard of that, but now he was curious to see the effects. "Well, I really do appreciate it. Truly."
