Elizabeth "Betsy" Glorianna Braddock | "Psylocke" (psi_butterfly) wrote in x_aftermath_x, |
Her bottom lip jutted out slightly as she give Brian the most piteous of all pouts. There was nothing Betsy disliked more (okay, a bit of an overstatement) than wasted calories. If she was going to put anything into her mouth, it had better taste good. Unfortunately, she could sense what her beloved twin was getting at.
If she decided to forgo normal, solid foods indefinitely, her need to feed on fresh, warm blood would become even stronger than it was now. And that could prove to be downright dangerous, even deadly if she managed to get out of hand.
"Of course I remember," Betsy said, smiling grimly at the memory of their batty, old governess. That nasty tonic used to be the bane of hers her brother's existence back in the day. She remembered that they often tried to hide from the woman, to prevent her from force feeding that bloody medicine down their throats.
"Well Nan, how are you going to make me take my med'cines now?" There was something absolutely provocative about how she said that. Her eyes then flickered downward, but it wasn't really clear on what she was looking at.
"Hmm, just your presence is comfort enough," she admitted, while she proceeded to snuggle up to her Bri-Bri. She wasn't quite in the mood to try to eat the sandwich yet.