#𓍯𓂃 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. / theo.

[cemeterysgirl]

ㅤㅤ" it was just a fall. see? " a real nasty fall. index and middle fingers become glazed by the smear of fresh blood that oozed from her right kneecap. a chunk of flesh was missing, but so was the pain as she probed at it; hand lifting in front of his face as she admired the red ichor in all it's gory glory.

ㅤㅤshe knew the implication of flaunting the sap of life in front of theo. she knew of his hunger, of the risks, but she'd grown tired of waiting for him to take her bait and bite. literally. " it's still warm. " sticky fingers reached out then, painting his lower lip red with a smug grin plastered on pretty, pale features; a shiver running down her spine when he finally licked at her offering. " sweet, right? "

@caelestiigne sent   ‘   🔴   ’ from theo / 19. your muse licking blood off of my muses finger.  

[cemeterysgirl]

ㅤㅤshe was always so fascinated to see him transform. to watch how theo's bloodlust consumed him. and now that she finally got to experience it up close and personal for the first time, well — it felt like a privilege. even if it was something that she'd suddenly just shoved on him like this, having taken the opportunity of her accidental fall up the stairs to her motel room as a means of manipulation. she almost felt bad. but he looked so beautiful, with the way his eyes darkened and veins protrude — like dark cracks in a handsome mask.

ㅤㅤthe hand that wasn't held firmly in his lifts hesitantly, fingertips brushing against the skin under his eyes as he lapped at bloodied digit. she'd always had a genuine belief in the supernatural, but theo was the first real unliving proof that she'd had of their existence. hand stopped it's admiring when he let go of her, hands falling down by her side with a slight frown. is he finished already?

ㅤㅤdark eyes were wide when he sunk to his knees by the foot of her bed, hands gripping at black sheets as she watched him lick feverishly. am i allowed to get wet from this? moans and blood flowed as her legs naturally spread apart for him, her heart racing as he wrapped his hand around her leg — a hand reaching down to brush the hair out from his eyes as he feasted. i wonder what his fangs feel like. she swallowed thickly then, possibly nervous for the first time in front of any man. but he's no man — he's more than that. she lifts her skirt then, but not necessarily in a sexual way. " bite me. properly. you've pretty much cleaned that nasty cut up... isn't the blood supposed to be fresher when it comes straight from the vein? "

the smell of blood hits him hard & fast, stomach twisting tight with a hunger that claws its way up & demands to be felt. self control is something theo doesn't have; always hanging on the edge of losing himself completely. he's got enough of it to get himself by, just barely passing as something human. not right now. she holds up her blood - coated fingers & blue eyes darken into something more sinister, veins becoming prominent beneath them. his gums ache before fangs extend, pressing into his bottom lip.

eyes roll back when the taste of her blood finally hits his tongue, his fingers wrapping loosely around her wrist to hold her in place. he flattens his tongue against the pads of her fingers before dragging it to lap at it, lips soon forming around them to suck the rest of it off. eyes lock with hers, letting her fingers fall from his lips with a soft pop.

"you taste amazin'." spoken in a daze, sinking down to level himself with her wound. he doesn't even ask for permission before lapping at the blood that seeps out of it, curling a hand around the back of her leg to grasp onto. tentative licks turn eager quickly, collecting the blood like he's been starved. he always feels like he is. the more he gets, the more he wants. a vicious cycle. she's playing with fire & theo knows that she knows it.