[The tendril slides into Chris' mouth and cuts off his speech, leaves a moment for a panicked noise before it starts to drip.
It can feel it, that V is afraid. It can feel that he is afraid but it can also feel that he is hungry, that he needs, it's written in the heat of his skin and the quickening of his pulse beneath the surface.
Yes, it is very pleased with IV. It is pleased with its new pet, with the fear, with the way he struggles in its grip (but deep down doesn't mean it). It squirms a little around IV's body in excitement, keeps on stroking his face and crooning.]
Hush, Christopher Arkwright. Your brother only wants the best for you.
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It can feel it, that V is afraid. It can feel that he is afraid but it can also feel that he is hungry, that he needs, it's written in the heat of his skin and the quickening of his pulse beneath the surface.
Yes, it is very pleased with IV. It is pleased with its new pet, with the fear, with the way he struggles in its grip (but deep down doesn't mean it). It squirms a little around IV's body in excitement, keeps on stroking his face and crooning.]
Hush, Christopher Arkwright. Your brother only wants the best for you.
Isn't it so, pet?