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Damaia (i_cast) wrote in we_coexist,

The crone felt very much like the voyeur at the moment; the only reason it didn't feel like she was watching a rather intricate masturbation scene was that she couldn't feel the other man. He wasn't there in the bond; he felt like an other, which made it both frustrating and delicious. They'd shared before, not here in this room, but in other places. She'd brought him a treat or two and partook of the pleasures.

Tonight didn't feel like that. It felt different, as she believed it should.

She might not be a blood drinker, but she knew the smell of it when it was in the air. Her lips pulled, not exactly hungry, but she knew what that blood would taste like. She wondered if Lief's would have just a slightly different flavor, his personal history giving a certain nuance to the taste.

The crone's fingers dipped into the blood, able to get just a small bit. Her eyes narrowed at the look of it on her finger tips. Her other hand played absently with Eric's hair. She was aware of what was going on before her, very much so. Her tongue flicked at the blood there, just a little taste before wiping it off on Lief's body.

She was careful not to get in the way, just there watching the pretty ones.