“No Really”, insists the luminescent alien girl, “I Must Insist Upon the Neck If There Were Any More Effective Way I Would Certainly Divert To That Method”
“But in accordance with traditional trippy vampire fiction, you have to go right for the jugular where it happens to hurt the most and give me wicked neck cramps. I must say, I’m really enjoying these arrangements.” You can’t help but notice she keeps those fangs of hers wickedly sharp- curse troll fashion statements to the furthest ring and back. The more intelligent and logical part of you says you’re being ridiculous, as the sharper her fangs are, the faster and smoother the fangs will pierce you.
The other part simply objects to becoming Kanaya’s snack fridge.
“Dirk Really Theres Nobody Else Around And If I Get Any Hungrier Ill Have To Go Savage A Smallish Frollicmonster Or Something Do You Know How Ridiculous That Would Be” she gives you a stern look that says it’s a more ridiculous idea than throwing Cal into a raging inferno in that it is Simply Not A Done Thing.
You appropriate a groan for the situation and move over the stack of pizza boxes beside the TV remote on the couch, and shuffle aside to allow her to sit down. She picks up her skirt at the knees and sits, smoothing it over her thighs. The red is a pretty good colour for her, with that gemstone green radiating from her cheeks, not that you’re the pro of fashion or anything.
You swallow. “Well go ahead then, I’m practically laid out for your convenience, Dirk Strider whole on the bone, medium-fucking-rare.”
“As Far As I Have Gathered You And The Dave Human Both Resort To Humour When Suffering A Case Of “The Nerves.” She pauses to look at you, hands folded delicately in her lap. “Are You Suffering These Symptoms Currently”
You drum your fingers across your knee restlessly. “Read me like a book, why don’t you.”
She gives you a surprisingly reassuring smile. Her fangs somehow make it seem more dainty, prettier- better than the Pyrope queens-of-the-tyrannosaur-teeth, anyway. “Dirk I Assure You I Shall Make This As Painless As Possible” she pauses for a moment, “Simply Warn Me If You Are About To Keel Over I Would Rather Not Wish To Explain The Tale How A Coolkid Ended Up Unconscious On The Floor Of His Respiteblock To His Action-Enthralled Matespirit It Could End Really Badly”
You have a brief moment of amusement to yourself trying to imagine Jake attacking Kanaya. Something tells you it would go worse for your apartment than it would for either of them. “Point taken. Well, I suppose so long as you’re polite about it and leave me with my voice box after, I still have sick battles to rap and all remember.”
“So Long As I Do Not Need To Fear English Bursting Through The Window Screaming ‘Die Lesbian Space Vampire’ Or Something Equally Frivolous And Nonsensical I Will Do My Best To Respect Your Conditions” she replies, rolling her eyes.
You smirk and bare your neck to her. “Well then so long as I have your word, vampire away.”
It only hurts a little when the fangs sink in, and at least she has the decency to offer to bandage your neck afterwards. She’s puzzled when you insist upon the Disney band-aids (The ones with Goofy and Donald on them your bro sent you in his care package, appropriately defaced). Seems “lesbian space vampires” don’t quite understand the delicate mechanics of irony.
Well, that’s okay. So long as she’s around, you guess you can teach her a thing or two.
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“But in accordance with traditional trippy vampire fiction, you have to go right for the jugular where it happens to hurt the most and give me wicked neck cramps. I must say, I’m really enjoying these arrangements.” You can’t help but notice she keeps those fangs of hers wickedly sharp- curse troll fashion statements to the furthest ring and back. The more intelligent and logical part of you says you’re being ridiculous, as the sharper her fangs are, the faster and smoother the fangs will pierce you.
The other part simply objects to becoming Kanaya’s snack fridge.
“Dirk Really Theres Nobody Else Around And If I Get Any Hungrier Ill Have To Go Savage A Smallish Frollicmonster Or Something Do You Know How Ridiculous That Would Be” she gives you a stern look that says it’s a more ridiculous idea than throwing Cal into a raging inferno in that it is Simply Not A Done Thing.
You appropriate a groan for the situation and move over the stack of pizza boxes beside the TV remote on the couch, and shuffle aside to allow her to sit down. She picks up her skirt at the knees and sits, smoothing it over her thighs. The red is a pretty good colour for her, with that gemstone green radiating from her cheeks, not that you’re the pro of fashion or anything.
You swallow. “Well go ahead then, I’m practically laid out for your convenience, Dirk Strider whole on the bone, medium-fucking-rare.”
“As Far As I Have Gathered You And The Dave Human Both Resort To Humour When Suffering A Case Of “The Nerves.” She pauses to look at you, hands folded delicately in her lap. “Are You Suffering These Symptoms Currently”
You drum your fingers across your knee restlessly. “Read me like a book, why don’t you.”
She gives you a surprisingly reassuring smile. Her fangs somehow make it seem more dainty, prettier- better than the Pyrope queens-of-the-tyrannosaur-teeth, anyway. “Dirk I Assure You I Shall Make This As Painless As Possible” she pauses for a moment, “Simply Warn Me If You Are About To Keel Over I Would Rather Not Wish To Explain The Tale How A Coolkid Ended Up Unconscious On The Floor Of His Respiteblock To His Action-Enthralled Matespirit It Could End Really Badly”
You have a brief moment of amusement to yourself trying to imagine Jake attacking Kanaya. Something tells you it would go worse for your apartment than it would for either of them. “Point taken. Well, I suppose so long as you’re polite about it and leave me with my voice box after, I still have sick battles to rap and all remember.”
“So Long As I Do Not Need To Fear English Bursting Through The Window Screaming ‘Die Lesbian Space Vampire’ Or Something Equally Frivolous And Nonsensical I Will Do My Best To Respect Your Conditions” she replies, rolling her eyes.
You smirk and bare your neck to her. “Well then so long as I have your word, vampire away.”
It only hurts a little when the fangs sink in, and at least she has the decency to offer to bandage your neck afterwards. She’s puzzled when you insist upon the Disney band-aids (The ones with Goofy and Donald on them your bro sent you in his care package, appropriately defaced). Seems “lesbian space vampires” don’t quite understand the delicate mechanics of irony.
Well, that’s okay. So long as she’s around, you guess you can teach her a thing or two.