Open for whiteknighting (or creeping :3 )

[sangreine]

When; November 19th
Rating; PG-13? Probable blood drinking, though not without OOC permission!
Characters; Saya, Setsuna, probably Karl the creeper, OPEN
Summary; Amnesiac Chiropteran Queen Saya didn't know (or want to accept) that she needs blood to live, and now is paying for it.
Log;

Several days' willful avoidance seemed a boon at the time, letting Saya explore her new (are they new? She still can't remember) surroundings and learn (relearn) new things, like how to help keep the house clean and how to make her own food.

...The microwave is her limit but it's progress, and she's proud of it.

At first her periodic exhaustion was an irritant, a needless distraction from what is becoming her life. Once or twice a passing thought crept up, Setsuna's question about blood, and her determination to fight through whatever was tiring her, without resorting to anything like that, redoubled: more soda and sweets, more fresh air, more can't-miss plans. Stubbornness was reprieve enough in the moment, although as it turns out, it was a temporary one. Slowly, inevitably, she had no choice but to succumb.

The wall and shaking legs barely keep Saya upright, her sluggish eyes drift over the blurred landscape. She can't name how long she's been walking, has no idea where she's ended up or how far she is from Charlie's place. But she knows, without a doubt, that she has to keep going... somehow.

Each step is near disaster as her body and vision seem to lurch in opposition. She can't call for help no matter how scared she is; it might draw Diva or Karl. So what should she do?

What's happening to her?

Comments

[sangreine]

[Until her encounter with Karl tonight, she didn't know what they were, just that Karl and Diva gave her the creeps. That they wanted her for something, and that possibility scared her to her very core.]

I don't want to be their family. [Rather than the haughty denial of a childish tantrum, her words are closer to a plea. One he can't make come true, she knows.]

[beyourarmy]

[He hadn't expected that. Setsuna gives her slight squeeze in his arms. Just barely.]

That's okay. Family isn't just blood bonds, after all. It's what we make of it, too.

[But aren't they both just stalling? She needs blood. He knows that now, but after her slightly traumatic reaction the first time he brought it up, Setsuna's almost scared to try again.]

[sangreine]

['What you make of it.' Saya knew that, of course she knew that, she doesn't understand how or why but she is certain that's true.]

[Slightly appeased, she draws back, wiping her eyes -- and nearly stumbling again.] I wish... [She waves off the rest of what she might have said. It doesn't matter.]

[And she knows what Setsuna will probably offer, so she gives a very halfhearted attempt to convince him otherwise.] I don't want to hurt you.

[beyourarmy]

[If he has to, he'll find a way to help her build that family. He wishes he could, at least. Anything if it will help ease what pain she's obviously feeling from her recent revelations.]

[He almost persists in encouraging her to continue, but lets it go. There are other things.]

[Setsuna just shakes his head at Saya's words. After all, he does carry a pocket knife.] You won't have to. [It's perfect since she's stepped back, as well, giving him the space needed to pull the blade down his neck. Fresh, bright red blood spills down his light, unblemished skin. It won't even leave a mark.]

You have to hurry, though. Take too long and it'll close up.

[sangreine]

[His warning is unnecessary; her moment with Karl had given her that first, tantalizing taste, but only enough to taunt her hunger. At the sight of his welling blood she jerks forward, instincts clawing at her, but she draws a deep breath to calm herself. Hurting Setsuna would be unforgivable, and there's no need too -- even if some buried piece of her almost wishes he would resist.]

[Her hands are shaking as they rest on his shoulders, her breaths short and shallow as she brings her lips to his wound. As her mouth seals on his skin her arms slip around him, drawing him closer. Her fangs ache to pierce his skin and she clamps down on the impulse, focuses instead on drawing her cheeks concave to increase the sluggish flow, gulping his hot blood down, relishing the metallic tinge.]

[It should disgust her. In a moment, it will. But for now, there's only the strange sound of rumbling contentment deep in her throat.]

[With the satiation of her hunger her thoughts calm, enough to recognize that she can't drink too much without hurting Setsuna. Saya pulls her lips away with a wet sound, her tongue laving over the wound almost soothingly to help stop the flow and collect the excess.]

[She doesn't pull away just yet, not knowing how she'll look him in the eye after this.]

[beyourarmy]

[Hurting him is something Setsuna is well accustomed to. It's how other people interact with him anymore and he accepts it as part of the deal, nearly embracing it, despite the fact he constantly claims to not be a masochist.]

[If he had been ill at ease, the rumbling from her throat would have soothed him. As it is, Setsuna stays slack against her, eyes staring blankly as she drinks from him. If Karl had only known all those times he took from Setsuna's blood, how he was bringing Setsuna's acceptance to this moment, would he still have done it?]

[Even when she's done, Setsuna holds her, breathing out a long sigh as he rubs his head against Saya's. She might be worried, but Setsuna's smiling.]

You get all you need?

[sangreine]

[There's a second, just one, where Saya shies away from his nuzzling head, but then she draws a breath and leans against him. It's okay; if he still likes her after this, then it has to be okay.]

Mm, enough. [A sleeve is all she has to wipe her mouth, but Saya roughly makes use of it before she pulls back.]

[beyourarmy]

[A slight look of uncertainty.] You sure? I can handle more. [But Karl was always more violent about these things, though those memories were fading into the background - it had been a long time since Karl had taken blood from Setsuna.]

[He hadn't noticed when she pulled away, it being far too quick, but he was starting to notice that with her growing conversational skills of late, there was an additional side-effect; she seemed more and more distant. Less cheerful, especially right now.]

You sure you're okay now?

[sangreine]

[She shakes her head, too guileless still to lie even though she almmsot wants to. He shouldn't feel bad just because she hates what she's just done -- what she is.]

I feel stronger. But I don't like... [Her throat closes off the words, but she refuses to let herself cry.]

I don't want to be like this.

[beyourarmy]

You don't like taking blood? [And since she all but said she's not okay, he puts an arm around her.] What's wrong about it?

Granted, I never liked being an angel. I always wanted to be normal. But, still. It's what you are.

[sangreine]

[Saya looks at the ground, shifting her weight uncomfortably. She wipes at her mouth again, though she'd gotten all the blood off the first time.]

Karl said I'm dangerous. That I... attack people. [She doesn't want to scare people, make them feel like Karl makes her feel.]

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna chuckles to that, his hands going to her shoulders.] Attack people? You? I haven't seen you harm a single person since you got here. And if you're dangerous, good. Maybe you can kick his ass when he gets out of line.

That wouldn't make you a bad person, it would just mean I wouldn't have to worry so much about you with him. [Setsuna, clearly, isn't frightened in the least.]

[sangreine]

[A deep, steadying breath gives her some sense of balance, but it's his steadying hands that do the lion's share.]

You... think so? [He wouldn't be frightened of her? It seems too good to be true.] But what makes me different than him?

[beyourarmy]

[It's the truth, no matter how unreal it might sound. Karl doesn't even scare him, usually. There's another careless laugh, light and quick. His hands travel down to take hers while he stares at her intently, eyes meeting. He wants to make sure she gets every word.] I know so.

Different? You're Saya, he's Karl. You're not the same person or something. How much different you wanna be?

[sangreine]

[She can't put words to it, this fear she has of losing control. Hurting people -- hurting Setsuna</>. It makes little enough sense to her; just a formless, nameless dread.]

[Her hands squeeze his and she meets his eyes... tentatively, but she manages.] Promise you won't let me become like him? [It's not something he could prevent if her feeling is truth, but his word would mean everything to her confidence, her chance at fighting it.]

[beyourarmy]

[He stares at her for a while, still stunned. Why is she so worried about this? There's something missing here, clearly. Whatever it is, he squeezes her hands in return, once he catches his mental balance once more.]

Saya, first off, becoming like him is partly choice. And the other part.... [He hugs her then, just as his features harden, and the tone of his voice darkens, lowering. He wants to kill the people that hurt Karl to begin with. The idea of whatever Karl endured (hadn't he mentioned experiments at one point?) happening to Saya caused Setsuna's heart to beat furiously.]

I promise, I won't allow it. I'll die first.

[sangreine]

[The embrace along with the promise lets her painful tension finally relax, holding him in return, a tendereness in her touch that isn't always present. Always, he gives freely to her, without a thought for himself -- she understands what that means.]

[It means she must fight too, to make him proud of her.]

I don't know what I'd do without you.

[beyourarmy]

[He wouldn't want her to do anything for him, to make him proud or otherwise. But for herself? Yes, Setsuna would want that above all else.]

Do...? [There's a light and confused blush from him as he tries to comprehend meaning so much to anyone.] I'm sure you'd be alright. You've got Charlie, and I can't imagine lots of other people don't care for you already.

[sangreine]

[Saya slips out of the embrace, studying Setsuna for half a breath before looking aside, fussing with her skirt.]

[What he meant by that she can't quite say, fear of rejection too unrelenting to consider anything else. Perhaps he is seeing her for what she truly is, and finds it as distasteful as she does.]

[When she finally looks to him again, it's with as much a smile as she can manage.] I'm lucky to have everyone helping me. [For now, at least.]

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna being Setsuna, he means nothing more than what he says, most of the time. In this case, he just can't picture he's anything but part of a group handling something valuable.]

[He does watch her fuss at her skirt, though, before smiling a little.]

Everyone's helping you out because you're worth that sort of treatment. Now, why don't you show me the skirt? That outfit's exactly the kind of thing you twirl for. [He even holds out a hand above her head to help her along.]

[sangreine]

[Only a second passes before her smile grows and she reaches up to take his hand. He always has her feeling better, some remarkable gift she thinks he can't even see.]

[She twirls once, then again for good measure, her skirt fluttering.] Well?

[beyourarmy]

[He's never been very sharp, but there's a definite softening when he watches her twirl for him.]

It looks good on you. [He keeps her hand. And she's right, he doesn't think about much, let alone what he does do for people.] And I know you didn't take a lot of blood, but I could really go for some cookies right now.

Wanna go get some with me?

[sangreine]

Cookies? [Oh Setsuna, you know all her weaknesses. Promise to use this power only for good and porn.] Sure!

End?

[beyourarmy]

[He laughs. It's always a joy to see her light up.] Then we'll get some. I'll pay. [As long as he's not cursed, he wouldn't dream of using it for anything else.]