take a leap of faith with me — percy + drew. ( @fractvrae )
It was familiar-- the way her bones began to ache in the days leading up to the full moon, the way her teeth throbbed at the base with the urge to bite and claim and leave her mark on the world.
It was familiar though it was a bit of a passing annoyance with the years she’d had to grow accustomed to it— it wasn’t enough to deter her from going out ( though few things were ) but she imagined it was adding to her restlessness and the general urge she felt to have a warm body beneath her until neither of them could physically go on. She was a social person at her core-- she craved connection and company of all sorts and had become remarkably gifted at getting it the moment she wanted it-- something that had delighted her to no end for a great deal of her life. The Bite offered the familiar company of other supernatural beings alongside the occasional human who seemed to enjoy nothing more than spending a night on ‘the wild side’-- though the moniker in and of itself never failed to make her laugh and in her experience laughing at a woman was quite a sure fire way of ruining a mood of any sort.
Her nerves seemed to buzz just beneath her skin as she wandered through the club-- accepting dances and the occasional drink — it seemed a successful night when she ended up pressed against a wall in a dark corner of the club with her shirt half unbuttoned and a beautiful blonde woman sinking her teeth into Percy’s neck. When she walked away fifteen minutes later-- huffing out a satisfied breath and tossing a wink to the woman who looked back at her over her shoulder no less than three times as she returned to the bar Percy felt she’d had a quite remarkable night. She needed a smoke-- desperately-- and another drink, perhaps, but it was a job well done, really. She slipped through the crowded club with ease, nimble fingers already in the process of procuring a cigarette from the small case she had tucked into the pocket of her jeans.
The air was blessedly cool against her skin as she stepped into the side alley, inhaling deeply and reveling in the sting of what she was aware would be a proper bruise on her neck by the night’s end. Her blood was all but thrumming, still-- and she couldn’t help but grin around her cigarette as the end sparked to life-- the familiar burn of the smoke in her lungs more of a comfort than anything as she pressed her back against the wall of the club and enjoyed, not for the first time-- a night so far well spent.
