[It's good he doesn't tell him that. That would be embarrassing! The bite hits sharply and he's just about to complain about the pain when all other thought leaves him. And speaking of embarrassment, the moan that falls from his lips is downright humiliating.
Not that he's particularly cognizant of it at the moment, eyes fluttering into the back of his head and clutching weakly to Grayson's shoulders. This feeling is far more profound than what he'd allowed himself to feel before. With his powers he still clung to some control, never wanting to slip or be entirely at someone's mercy.
And right now, he is entirely at Grayson's. It's unsettling but... novel. He can feel his legs growing weak, his brain getting jumbled and unfocused.]
[It's nothing to support his weight, a reaction he's used to. As he drinks slowly, it's just as he'd promised. He's keeping full track of his vitals. His mouth is a warm seal over the wound. Each time he swallows, it's another pulse of the venom into his system.]
It's a useful adaptation. Allowing a feed without a fight.
[His words in his mind are inflectionless. After a few more moments, he licks shut the wounds and moves to half carry, half guide him toward a seat so that he can begin to recover himself.]
[Q lets himself be half-guided half-dragged to the seat, legs feelings wobbly nearing boneless. He feels good but there's the feeling of helplessness that he's not entirely sure of. Once he can finally form words again, he blinks up at Grayson.]
Thank you. I'm... I believe I enjoyed that. [He frowns.] It's unsettling having a lack of control when I'm used to having all of the control.
It is enjoyable. When you're a vampire, the sensation is even more profound. I suppose an evolutionary development either to give us an edge with one another or to try to limit fatalities. There's some argument in our scientific circles over that.
[He draws another seat close, in part so they can continue to converse, in part to indicate he's not leaving him unguarded while vulnerable.]
I agree. I've never understood those who enjoy relinquishing control and handing it over to others. It's one of the driving psychological forces of this place. The humans say it eases a burden and fosters trust. I fail to understand that at all.
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Date: 2022-07-15 03:28 pm (UTC)Not that he's particularly cognizant of it at the moment, eyes fluttering into the back of his head and clutching weakly to Grayson's shoulders. This feeling is far more profound than what he'd allowed himself to feel before. With his powers he still clung to some control, never wanting to slip or be entirely at someone's mercy.
And right now, he is entirely at Grayson's. It's unsettling but... novel. He can feel his legs growing weak, his brain getting jumbled and unfocused.]
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Date: 2022-07-18 03:19 am (UTC)It's a useful adaptation. Allowing a feed without a fight.
[His words in his mind are inflectionless. After a few more moments, he licks shut the wounds and moves to half carry, half guide him toward a seat so that he can begin to recover himself.]
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Date: 2022-07-25 10:38 pm (UTC)Thank you. I'm... I believe I enjoyed that. [He frowns.] It's unsettling having a lack of control when I'm used to having all of the control.
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Date: 2022-08-02 04:23 am (UTC)[He draws another seat close, in part so they can continue to converse, in part to indicate he's not leaving him unguarded while vulnerable.]
I agree. I've never understood those who enjoy relinquishing control and handing it over to others. It's one of the driving psychological forces of this place. The humans say it eases a burden and fosters trust. I fail to understand that at all.