[It all happens too quickly, his mind a complete haze of red as he drinks more of her blood. Because it's not really her blood...
But her dreamotion.
Here, in their dream selves, what he ends up consuming is her dreamotion energy taking the appearance of blood. But he can taste something else instead of the bitter iron, something that tingles on his tongue and makes him want more. And that taste becomes better when she has that fear. That panic.
That slip of nightmare.
So as he lies there a little dazed from her flipping him back, the once bright red on his lips is tinged a darker shade. And he slowly runs his tongue over his lips, his eyes an even darker blue, a glimmer of red shining as they follow after her.]
...Run, little rabbit.
[A low voice as he smiles before he slowly slides off the bed.]
The hunt is on.
[And with an eerie, low chuckle he dashes after her, the vampirism kicking in to allow him to cover greater distances in a short amount of time.
As they run, the dreamscape will start to twist and change, as if he's trying to wrest control of it from her. Or perhaps whatever else is here has a greater influence, trying to change it.
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But her dreamotion.
Here, in their dream selves, what he ends up consuming is her dreamotion energy taking the appearance of blood. But he can taste something else instead of the bitter iron, something that tingles on his tongue and makes him want more. And that taste becomes better when she has that fear. That panic.
That slip of nightmare.
So as he lies there a little dazed from her flipping him back, the once bright red on his lips is tinged a darker shade. And he slowly runs his tongue over his lips, his eyes an even darker blue, a glimmer of red shining as they follow after her.]
...Run, little rabbit.
[A low voice as he smiles before he slowly slides off the bed.]
The hunt is on.
[And with an eerie, low chuckle he dashes after her, the vampirism kicking in to allow him to cover greater distances in a short amount of time.
As they run, the dreamscape will start to twist and change, as if he's trying to wrest control of it from her. Or perhaps whatever else is here has a greater influence, trying to change it.
To invoke her fear.]