[ he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He's close enough to her now that he can hear her breath, feel her gaze on him. Solid, trusting.
It's odd. But it somehow makes this... easier. He finally decides on what to do--and one hand moves to cup the side of her face--the cheek opposite to where she'd moved her hair, so he can gently coax her to tip it away from him. His other hand hesitantly--but slowly moves to wind around her waist. To hold her steady in case the sudden loss of blood takes her legs out from under her.
...Odd, how the instinct to do that was just there. As if he'd done this before.
And that's when he leans in, so close to her that he can hear her heartbeat. the twitch of her skin just above her veins that call to him.
The instinct is to lunge. He won't dare allow it.
Forcing himself to make every movement deliberate, slow. From his lips brushing up the side of her neck, to find that large vein hiding under pretty, pale skin--before his lips part, and he sinks his teeth in.
He thought, at first, that there would be some give to it. When he'd bitten Zhongli's wrist, there'd been a moment of difficulty in properly opening up a proper flow--but here, it's different.
Sweet, warm blood immediately bubbles up under his lips, and once again, it's instinct that has him sealing his mouth around the flow. Making sure not to let a drop to escape--and drinking deep with a low hum in the back of his throat. ]
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It's odd. But it somehow makes this... easier.
He finally decides on what to do--and one hand moves to cup the side of her face--the cheek opposite to where she'd moved her hair, so he can gently coax her to tip it away from him.
His other hand hesitantly--but slowly moves to wind around her waist. To hold her steady in case the sudden loss of blood takes her legs out from under her.
...Odd, how the instinct to do that was just there. As if he'd done this before.
And that's when he leans in, so close to her that he can hear her heartbeat. the twitch of her skin just above her veins that call to him.
The instinct is to lunge.
He won't dare allow it.
Forcing himself to make every movement deliberate, slow. From his lips brushing up the side of her neck, to find that large vein hiding under pretty, pale skin--before his lips part, and he sinks his teeth in.
He thought, at first, that there would be some give to it. When he'd bitten Zhongli's wrist, there'd been a moment of difficulty in properly opening up a proper flow--but here, it's different.
Sweet, warm blood immediately bubbles up under his lips, and once again, it's instinct that has him sealing his mouth around the flow. Making sure not to let a drop to escape--and drinking deep with a low hum in the back of his throat. ]