What I have for you is better than anything he put in your mouth.
[Since we're being disgusting.
She cuts her finger with a barb from one of her silver rings, and presses her finger on his tongue. Blue blood smears against his tongue - too much would burn, caustic, but a little feels more like eating too much pineapple, leaving behind soreness.
She pulls her finger back and it's hard to see her hand, but he might catch sight of the darkness of her blood, utterly the wrong color. Hemocyanin is her blessing.
Of course, it doesn't take long. It's a supernatural gift, the properties of her blood, that make his heart speed up a little, that make the hallucinations pound against his senses - all of them. It's not an easy high, but it shouldn't run him roughshod, either. It's the strange sense of time, the euphoria of Molly, and the psychedelic effects of LSD crashing against him.
And Saya is there, beautiful, serene, more like a spider than usual, and she's watching.]
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[Since we're being disgusting.
She cuts her finger with a barb from one of her silver rings, and presses her finger on his tongue. Blue blood smears against his tongue - too much would burn, caustic, but a little feels more like eating too much pineapple, leaving behind soreness.
She pulls her finger back and it's hard to see her hand, but he might catch sight of the darkness of her blood, utterly the wrong color. Hemocyanin is her blessing.
Of course, it doesn't take long. It's a supernatural gift, the properties of her blood, that make his heart speed up a little, that make the hallucinations pound against his senses - all of them. It's not an easy high, but it shouldn't run him roughshod, either. It's the strange sense of time, the euphoria of Molly, and the psychedelic effects of LSD crashing against him.
And Saya is there, beautiful, serene, more like a spider than usual, and she's watching.]