| that's the price you pay

[for8000amonth]

▶ WHO: Adelis and you!
▶ WHAT: February Catch-all
▶ WHEN: Until March
▶ WHERE: All over
▶ WARNINGS: Adelis' no good very bad vampirism Canon Update, NSFW (of various flavors), TBA

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[chronosynthesis]

[He closes his eyes as they meet, rather than trying to focus through blurry vision.

The spike in intensity of his own feelings surprises him. The drain, he expects. The feel of Adelis' lips, he knows. But he doesn't expect the increase of worry, of his headache being more agonizing. But maybe it makes sense, drawing his lifeforce out of him in such a way. Bringing it to the surface.

His feelings shift just a little as more of them mix in: curiosity, consideration, that mellow out an undercurrent of excitement. He, similarly, holds himself back from pressing any closer. And he does not make any move to pull back either.

He wants to give Adelis the chance, first, to draw the line. And if he struggles, then Syrlya will be ready to catch him.]

[for8000amonth]

[ It is hard, he realizes, far more than expected. It has been so long, wrapped up in the dark and kept on the brink, and whilst he fed a bit after being released (the others, at least were understanding enough of his predicament), it still felt like ages. There is a cold fear in his bones of overindulging exactly as he was designed, which is why he stays his hand, despite how difficult it is. It's a compulsion, like finding an oasis in the desert.

Adelis is not expecting the shift of emotions, if anything, too busy drinking down the negative- and then there's the excitement. The one emotion he probably did not expect to glide past his tongue, and he actually freezes for a brief moment.

Perhaps it's that that snaps him out of it, despite the creaking desperation in his bones to keep going. If he overdoes it, he'll get too used to it- so he pulls away, blinking his bleary, black-rimmed eyes for a few moments as he stares at Syrlya's face.

Then quickly looks away, idly pressing his free hand to his mouth. Hm. ]

...That's...good enough. I'm fine.

[ Perhaps it's best if he doesn't address that right now. ]

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya similarly pulls back the minute Adelis does, having been attentive for the sign. His hands drop to the table, fingers curling as he blinks rapidly to ward off the haze caused by his emotions being dredged up so strongly.

The smile he offers, soft and reassuring, doesn't belie anything else. Because he has no idea Adelis was getting a literal empathy connection.]

I'm glad. [Ah, he clears his throat.] I apologize for interrupting, I just... I wanted to be sure you are all right. This must be a lot.