[ in fairness to him, her particular type of vampire can eat and drink normally, if they get in enough blood in addition to whatever else they're consuming. she just doesn't. she doesn't see the point when it does nothing to nourish her, and centuries without has caused her to develop a distaste. that said, she doesn't care if he does in front of her. she's seen far worse methods of coping with things, including her own. ]
No, it's good from the vein. I made sure to...eat before coming here, though.
[ it hadn't exactly been an offer, so she's not about to take him up on it. if he happens to make it again later on, though...well, they can see where the night leads them.
at his assessment of the place, she manages a laugh, nodding. ]
Yeah, it does. I'd say it gets easier to handle as time goes on, but it's more like you come to know what to expect. And even then, they can change things around on you.
( Daniel's expression colors a little at the confession she made sure to eat up before she showed. he'd been working his way through a bottle of red wine before Kisa arrived (he isn't always killing a glass of whiskey, sometimes he works his way up), and decides he needs another drink while he contemplates exactly what that means. he collects it from the counter and takes a dreg, thinking as the tannin curls around his tongue. after he's swallowed, he's constructed his response. )
What happens if you don't? Eat ahead of time, that is.
( not that he's ... repulsed, or even that concerned. more curious. look, wrapping his mind around vampires being a legit thing was a start. that doesn't mean he entirely gets how it works. does sex make a vampire hungry? that's a valid thing to know, maybe. he wonders what it would be like, to lose a little blood in the middle of sex. would it hurt, or would he stop feeling it at some point? would he stay hard or would that sort of be an after an orgasm sort of experience?
he's thinking too much about this. in his defense, there's an extremely hot vampire in his presence. and ... to be honest, maybe he's a little messed up. the satanic upbringing probably has something to do with that. )
They sure can. I'm tired of the games. Maybe we'll get stuck in less if we play ball and hit quota. I wasn't trying when I first got here, might as well start now. ( Daniel puts down his wine, deciding that just because they're doing this as a means to an end, it doesn't mean they have to operate at a cold and mechanical distance until their clothes are off. he offers a hand to Kisa, tilting his head as he suggests, ) You don't have to stay all the way over there.
( it's not exactly the same as finding someone and having a good time just because he wants to. because she wants to. nothing more complicated than that. though it is a great deal better than being forced to get involved, whether he wants to or not. it's nice to have the chance to do this the way they want to, instead of fast and desperate. and yes, he'd like a chance to be close to her and enjoy that fact before he starts getting her naked. Daniel usually does distance, hell, mostly he prefers it. the only time he lets himself relent is when he chooses to get close to someone on purpose. maybe his purpose is a little skewed, but the want to be close to someone apparently translates well across situations. )
look he would hardly be the first | cw: mention of past noncon
[ it's an interesting question and come to think of it, she's ever consciously tried. there have been people who have asked to be bitten during the act, and there were times where she'd be forced to go without feeding but still meant to pleasure her masters, only allowed to feed after the act. ]
I'm not sure I want to find out, especially not in the middle of things.
[ if he wants her to bite him or feed from him, she'll do it. she'll warn him of what could come with the territory beforehand - blood is a conduit to the soul, and feeding from someone can come with an onslaught of memories that he might not want to share with her. it doesn't always, but it feels only fair to warn him.
he offers a hand out to her and she smiles, coming over with slow steps as she extends her hand to take his, tossing her hair over her shoulder. ]
Shall we sit down? [ she doesn't know what he'd had planned, if he wanted to talk a bit first or if he'd gotten enough of that in the elevator. she's had a mixed bag of interactions in this place, but it's nice not to have this one be manipulated by outside factors. ]
( is that a joke? maybe not. maybe Daniel just has terribly dark humor, because he laughs anyway. )
You know what? Fair enough.
(want might be a little too strong a word, though curious is fair. Daniel is willing to try things, there's no sayings about curiosity and satanists. if Kisa tells him that memory sharing comes along, though, there's a high chance Daniel will refuse. he's not a big on sharing unless he has to.
Kisa comes closer and tosses her hair over her shoulder. Daniel isn't against talking, necessarily, now that he can say exactly as much as he wants and avoid subjects he doesn't. he just also wants to make a point of enjoying his company, and not from a cold and cordial distance, either. so he lets his fingers graze the side of her neck, bare skin exposed from the toss of her hair, dark eyes tracing down her features. )
Sure. ( sitting is more comfortable than standing, isn't it? Daniel lets his fingers drift from the side of her neck to an open offered palm. she doesn't have to take it, but if she does, he'll lead her to the living room. couch is comfortable for sitting, and almost intentionally small, like it's designed for people getting too close to each other on it. he sits first, leaving it up to Kisa how close she'd like to be when she joins him, though there's no such thing as far on a loveseat. )
[ it's not, but he's free to see it as one if it makes the situation more comfortable. although really, this situation is about as comfortable as one can be in this city. they'd both had fun, they'd gotten along, they're agreeing to do it again. it's a pretty good deal.
his fingertips trace over the exposed line of her throat and then down to take her hand, and she smiles as her fingers curve over the side of his. he sits and she takes a moment before settling beside him on the (small) couch, and she turns her legs towards his, letting one ankle curve over his. she settles back in her seat and takes a look around - it looks relatively similarly decorated to kate's, maybe a little less neat, but then it's not like many of them have been leaving where they've been holed up as of late. ]
So how do you tend to spend your evenings, when you don't have a companion?
Watching trash television, mostly. I loved reality tv back home. Like the Bachelorette and Real Housewives and shit. They've got stuff like that here, only it's a lot more horny.
( which somehow isn't quite the same vibe. still better than nothing, though. Daniel has learned he can just go make himself a drink when the confessional turns into a solo masturbation session, or the rose ceremony turns into a whoever comes first goes home orgy.
and okay, yes, he watches the porny parts sometimes. he's only human and at this point it's hard not to watch the porny parts sometimes. )
I need to work on having a more fun and sexy answer to that question. It's a work in progress. ( he tilts his leg a little closer, shifting so his side is pressed against the back of the couch and he's directly facing her. the shift leaves knees brushing instead of ankles, a little closer than before. ) What about you? What do you do on your downtime?
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No, it's good from the vein. I made sure to...eat before coming here, though.
[ it hadn't exactly been an offer, so she's not about to take him up on it. if he happens to make it again later on, though...well, they can see where the night leads them.
at his assessment of the place, she manages a laugh, nodding. ]
Yeah, it does. I'd say it gets easier to handle as time goes on, but it's more like you come to know what to expect. And even then, they can change things around on you.
tw: hornee for bloodplay smh daniel
What happens if you don't? Eat ahead of time, that is.
( not that he's ... repulsed, or even that concerned. more curious. look, wrapping his mind around vampires being a legit thing was a start. that doesn't mean he entirely gets how it works. does sex make a vampire hungry? that's a valid thing to know, maybe. he wonders what it would be like, to lose a little blood in the middle of sex. would it hurt, or would he stop feeling it at some point? would he stay hard or would that sort of be an after an orgasm sort of experience?
he's thinking too much about this. in his defense, there's an extremely hot vampire in his presence. and ... to be honest, maybe he's a little messed up. the satanic upbringing probably has something to do with that. )
They sure can. I'm tired of the games. Maybe we'll get stuck in less if we play ball and hit quota. I wasn't trying when I first got here, might as well start now. ( Daniel puts down his wine, deciding that just because they're doing this as a means to an end, it doesn't mean they have to operate at a cold and mechanical distance until their clothes are off. he offers a hand to Kisa, tilting his head as he suggests, ) You don't have to stay all the way over there.
( it's not exactly the same as finding someone and having a good time just because he wants to. because she wants to. nothing more complicated than that. though it is a great deal better than being forced to get involved, whether he wants to or not. it's nice to have the chance to do this the way they want to, instead of fast and desperate. and yes, he'd like a chance to be close to her and enjoy that fact before he starts getting her naked. Daniel usually does distance, hell, mostly he prefers it. the only time he lets himself relent is when he chooses to get close to someone on purpose. maybe his purpose is a little skewed, but the want to be close to someone apparently translates well across situations. )
look he would hardly be the first | cw: mention of past noncon
I'm not sure I want to find out, especially not in the middle of things.
[ if he wants her to bite him or feed from him, she'll do it. she'll warn him of what could come with the territory beforehand - blood is a conduit to the soul, and feeding from someone can come with an onslaught of memories that he might not want to share with her. it doesn't always, but it feels only fair to warn him.
he offers a hand out to her and she smiles, coming over with slow steps as she extends her hand to take his, tossing her hair over her shoulder. ]
Shall we sit down? [ she doesn't know what he'd had planned, if he wanted to talk a bit first or if he'd gotten enough of that in the elevator. she's had a mixed bag of interactions in this place, but it's nice not to have this one be manipulated by outside factors. ]
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You know what? Fair enough.
( want might be a little too strong a word, though curious is fair. Daniel is willing to try things, there's no sayings about curiosity and satanists. if Kisa tells him that memory sharing comes along, though, there's a high chance Daniel will refuse. he's not a big on sharing unless he has to.
Kisa comes closer and tosses her hair over her shoulder. Daniel isn't against talking, necessarily, now that he can say exactly as much as he wants and avoid subjects he doesn't. he just also wants to make a point of enjoying his company, and not from a cold and cordial distance, either. so he lets his fingers graze the side of her neck, bare skin exposed from the toss of her hair, dark eyes tracing down her features. )
Sure. ( sitting is more comfortable than standing, isn't it? Daniel lets his fingers drift from the side of her neck to an open offered palm. she doesn't have to take it, but if she does, he'll lead her to the living room. couch is comfortable for sitting, and almost intentionally small, like it's designed for people getting too close to each other on it. he sits first, leaving it up to Kisa how close she'd like to be when she joins him, though there's no such thing as far on a loveseat. )
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his fingertips trace over the exposed line of her throat and then down to take her hand, and she smiles as her fingers curve over the side of his. he sits and she takes a moment before settling beside him on the (small) couch, and she turns her legs towards his, letting one ankle curve over his. she settles back in her seat and takes a look around - it looks relatively similarly decorated to kate's, maybe a little less neat, but then it's not like many of them have been leaving where they've been holed up as of late. ]
So how do you tend to spend your evenings, when you don't have a companion?
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( which somehow isn't quite the same vibe. still better than nothing, though. Daniel has learned he can just go make himself a drink when the confessional turns into a solo masturbation session, or the rose ceremony turns into a whoever comes first goes home orgy.
and okay, yes, he watches the porny parts sometimes. he's only human and at this point it's hard not to watch the porny parts sometimes. )
I need to work on having a more fun and sexy answer to that question. It's a work in progress. ( he tilts his leg a little closer, shifting so his side is pressed against the back of the couch and he's directly facing her. the shift leaves knees brushing instead of ankles, a little closer than before. ) What about you? What do you do on your downtime?