( something about the odd wooziness, the sharp and sudden absence of blood does almost feel nice. or lightheaded in the way a rollercoaster can send a thrill of the unknown to a brain that couldn't quite comprehend what was really happening.
she is stronger, and probably could prevent Megara from pulling free if she wanted. or had her normal reaction speed, instead of the sluggish state she's currently in. she could hold on and leech every last drop of her, leaving nothing left but the pretty husk of her body. and god, it's tempting. what's really there to stop her? why does she keep fighting it? isn't this what she really is, the ugly truth she tries to avoid?
instead, Megara pulls free and pushes back, tearing away and leaving far more of a hole in her neck than there would have been if Carmilla pulled back on her own. she instantly misses the heat and the taste, though she'd been greedy enough that the blood drips from her mouth without the barrier of skin and her lips sealed to Megara's neck to keep it contained. she sighs, wiping at her mouth and sucking at the fingers like her fingers are stained with chocolate sauce, and not someone else's blood. )
A drink. ( she laughs, at a joke that's not funny, that's not even there. ) Just go. Or I'll do it again. ( she sounds distantly like she doesn't want to this time, for what it counts... like a voice in a storm, drowned out by the noise. then again, she's still licking her fingers like a kitten that got into the cream, so... it can't be that convincing. )
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she is stronger, and probably could prevent Megara from pulling free if she wanted. or had her normal reaction speed, instead of the sluggish state she's currently in. she could hold on and leech every last drop of her, leaving nothing left but the pretty husk of her body. and god, it's tempting. what's really there to stop her? why does she keep fighting it? isn't this what she really is, the ugly truth she tries to avoid?
instead, Megara pulls free and pushes back, tearing away and leaving far more of a hole in her neck than there would have been if Carmilla pulled back on her own. she instantly misses the heat and the taste, though she'd been greedy enough that the blood drips from her mouth without the barrier of skin and her lips sealed to Megara's neck to keep it contained. she sighs, wiping at her mouth and sucking at the fingers like her fingers are stained with chocolate sauce, and not someone else's blood. )
A drink. ( she laughs, at a joke that's not funny, that's not even there. ) Just go. Or I'll do it again. ( she sounds distantly like she doesn't want to this time, for what it counts... like a voice in a storm, drowned out by the noise. then again, she's still licking her fingers like a kitten that got into the cream, so... it can't be that convincing. )