[what is he going to do with you!! Atem shakes his head, but it's more fond than impatient. He's grateful...that the Ring-Spirit offers his arm, instead of the neck. It means no down in his mouth.]
All right.
[Atem takes the wrist in both hands, holding it with deft care, shifting to be on both his knees. He leans down -- the closer he gets, the more he can feel the harpy's heartbeat in his ears. He inhales, taking in the scent of warm skin, of living blood, feeling it rush by through the capillaries like shallow water passing through gravel, around rock. He can feel where the current is strongest, where the best place is to bite.
His mouth opens, and his fangs press down -- first a pinch, then a puncture, and then, Atem's drinking, drawing in the Ring-Spirit's blood.
It's through long practice that he's learned to keep his feeding shallow. Slow, skimming sips maximize the amount of calm-the-prey effect that his bite delivers while keeping the blood loss light. But, deep or shallow, the great avian heart, built to support flight, still thrums in his chest -- and while Atem won't allow himself to give in to instinct, to drain all of the blood that tastes like Ryou's but not, hearty where Ryou's is sweet, but with the same heart, the same base underneath, he will let himself settle into that feeling of having a heartbeat again, of feeling alive, of sharing someone else's life, freely lent to him.
Once his fangs are in, actually, he'll continue to steady the wrist with one hand, but the other grips the Ring-Spirit's. They're friends. Atem won't forget what's been done for him, and to him. Their fates are joined, now -- if they weren't before, this would ensure it.]
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Date: 2022-07-29 12:49 am (UTC)All right.
[Atem takes the wrist in both hands, holding it with deft care, shifting to be on both his knees. He leans down -- the closer he gets, the more he can feel the harpy's heartbeat in his ears. He inhales, taking in the scent of warm skin, of living blood, feeling it rush by through the capillaries like shallow water passing through gravel, around rock. He can feel where the current is strongest, where the best place is to bite.
His mouth opens, and his fangs press down -- first a pinch, then a puncture, and then, Atem's drinking, drawing in the Ring-Spirit's blood.
It's through long practice that he's learned to keep his feeding shallow. Slow, skimming sips maximize the amount of calm-the-prey effect that his bite delivers while keeping the blood loss light. But, deep or shallow, the great avian heart, built to support flight, still thrums in his chest -- and while Atem won't allow himself to give in to instinct, to drain all of the blood that tastes like Ryou's but not, hearty where Ryou's is sweet, but with the same heart, the same base underneath, he will let himself settle into that feeling of having a heartbeat again, of feeling alive, of sharing someone else's life, freely lent to him.
Once his fangs are in, actually, he'll continue to steady the wrist with one hand, but the other grips the Ring-Spirit's. They're friends. Atem won't forget what's been done for him, and to him. Their fates are joined, now -- if they weren't before, this would ensure it.]