Her eyelids droop with a gaze that drifts down low as half a memory returns. She hadn't been able to clearly recollect it on her own, but that was the phrase Morpheus claimed she had said toward the end of her ritual, just before it was interrupted. Again and again, in different languages, as though begging.
Teeth nearly grinding, she sets her jaw and returns her pale gaze to where he now sits. These things have hunted and tormented her for so many years... They took so much from her. She does not hate them all by right of existence, but they deserve nothing more than her pity at best. So she reminds herself before again finding her words with a softer lilt. ]
I will know if you do not. Loathe to us both, we are connected until you can prove to be trustworthy by your own credit. I do not think such a concept impossible, though I have no cause to spare hope any such change.
[ But nothing is impossible. She knows that much. ]
I understand that you must drink blood to live.
[ And she suspects that hers smells particularly appealing, if he's anything like the vampires of her world. The barrier is a caution that she would have been foolish not to place, but this much distance should be just fine in any case. ]
While it may not cater to your finer tastes, I have seen blood available for you to take without needing to harm a soul. There is no reason you cannot gain what you need from that. ...If you do somehow find someone who would willingly give you their blood, I would know who.
[ Such a concept wouldn't overly surprise her. She's seen darker trade through London's underground, though she can't expect it to be commonplace here with such a limited pool of potential victims. ]
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Her eyelids droop with a gaze that drifts down low as half a memory returns. She hadn't been able to clearly recollect it on her own, but that was the phrase Morpheus claimed she had said toward the end of her ritual, just before it was interrupted. Again and again, in different languages, as though begging.
Teeth nearly grinding, she sets her jaw and returns her pale gaze to where he now sits. These things have hunted and tormented her for so many years... They took so much from her. She does not hate them all by right of existence, but they deserve nothing more than her pity at best. So she reminds herself before again finding her words with a softer lilt. ]
I will know if you do not. Loathe to us both, we are connected until you can prove to be trustworthy by your own credit. I do not think such a concept impossible, though I have no cause to spare hope any such change.
[ But nothing is impossible. She knows that much. ]
I understand that you must drink blood to live.
[ And she suspects that hers smells particularly appealing, if he's anything like the vampires of her world. The barrier is a caution that she would have been foolish not to place, but this much distance should be just fine in any case. ]
While it may not cater to your finer tastes, I have seen blood available for you to take without needing to harm a soul. There is no reason you cannot gain what you need from that. ...If you do somehow find someone who would willingly give you their blood, I would know who.
[ Such a concept wouldn't overly surprise her. She's seen darker trade through London's underground, though she can't expect it to be commonplace here with such a limited pool of potential victims. ]