[It hurts. It's blade passing through skin and parting it along its edge, of course it hurts; it has to, for the blood to well up enough to matter. But it's faster and less terrible than claws taking off the top layer of her skin, and she's a little dazed and startled at how fast the blood actually wells up once the cut is made, how it goes from a thin line to a fat one to starting to cascade over the edge of her wrist.
Hurriedly, she moves to get it over his mouth before it can start to drip — no sense in wasting even a drop — and hesitates about how close to get it before eventually drawing a breath and simply pressing it outright against his lips, letting the blood run down her skin and onto his tongue, into his mouth.
The threshold is supposed to be if she starts to feel faint. Supposed to be. But — Alucard has to wake up, has to have what he needs to heal himself. And that creates a much more weighty calculus than just taking care of herself and her own needs.
Hopefully this will work before that happens, she thinks determinedly, and focuses on breathing steadily as her blood continues to run, tacky and thick, into her vampire's mouth.
Be well, she whispers within the confines of her own mind, as though it really were possible to fuse her intent with her own blood. Be well, my friend, my love.]
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Hurriedly, she moves to get it over his mouth before it can start to drip — no sense in wasting even a drop — and hesitates about how close to get it before eventually drawing a breath and simply pressing it outright against his lips, letting the blood run down her skin and onto his tongue, into his mouth.
The threshold is supposed to be if she starts to feel faint. Supposed to be. But — Alucard has to wake up, has to have what he needs to heal himself. And that creates a much more weighty calculus than just taking care of herself and her own needs.
Hopefully this will work before that happens, she thinks determinedly, and focuses on breathing steadily as her blood continues to run, tacky and thick, into her vampire's mouth.
Be well, she whispers within the confines of her own mind, as though it really were possible to fuse her intent with her own blood. Be well, my friend, my love.]