Personal Day || Open Jan 11, 2017 20:26:24 GMT -7
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 11, 2017 20:26:24 GMT -7
He had to smirk when she offered her own neck. Oh no, his tastes were far too dangerous for such a tender place. He enjoyed her company, he had decided, and if he were to sample her flesh he would select a less deadly locale. But, if she offered again… He might not have the willpower to say no.
He narrowed his eyes at her story, never losing his smile, yet… He wasn’t impressed. The tale she told was short, succinct, to-the-point. The idea behind it was interesting, yes, but what was he supposed to do with a mere idea? He needed structure, feeling - experience. Who was the woman, and how did she kill him? Ichabod began imagining the ways. She might have stabbed her to death, her blade finding purchase between rib cages, into organs, through arteries. Blood would have been everywhere - and she would not yet have known to consume it. He imagined her covered in blood, a dish served extra rare… And then he imagined that she had choked her. Hands around the woman’s throat, staring into eyes as they lost any semblance of life. Nails cutting into her jugular, bruises shaped like fingers tenderising the flesh.
He needed to stop imagining, his mind was getting away from him and he was becoming hungry. Not just hungry. Excited. If he were alone, he might have found himself breaking down the door of the house and ravenously taking what he needed… But he was not alone. And his company was pleasant - even if she was a terrible bard. Her explanation would need to be enough for him now. A taste, not a meal, of a tale he would later learn more of.
“And this curse,” He came back to his senses and grinned, his own sharp canines not a match for her’s. He pushed off the wall and closed in towards her. He was close - but not as she had been to him earlier. No, he kept less than an inch between them, enough space where the heat of her body and the cold of his could bounce off of one another; enough where her breath tickled his chin. They weren’t touching - not with their bodies. “Might it be... contagious?”
The voice realized Ichabod’s plan, then. Even she had to admit - he wasn’t always foolish.