[ Essek's mouth was still covered by his hand, where he could just breath in the blood that still clung to his tongue, the scent of him-- the way that he felt warmth flooding through him from the blood, just a draught but it spread warmly and filled his veins with a honey glow that buzzed sweetness. So much to process, and he was normally so logical and procedural when it came to reactions and emotions; he was fighting to get back to that while he heard dimly Bren's voice hinting to Jester that she should leave.
Right now he was pondering if maybe he should make a swift escape via teleport; he could be in his room behind a barred door effectively where he could attempt to make himself right from this humiliation.
And then he felt arms wrap around his waist, Bren's arms, and those damning words in his ear. Oh, the tone was not damning in any way but it was just his own mind that was supplying it, and not Bren's. He shivered at the feeling of lips pressed just underneath the softness of his undercut, locks of hair that Bren's hand had been buried in-- a touch that would only be allowed by a husband in Drow culture; that Essek had only allowed Caleb to do.
Oh Jester had offered to help him with his hair, and had met with gentle and yet resolved rejection. ]
You are correct, I am.
[ He would not lie to this man; how could he ever tell this man anything that was not the truth? ]
However my protection still stands; I do not know what came over me-- I am not a monster, I.. should have asked your permission.
[ Even though he had read permission in the way that Bren's head fell to the side, just as Caleb often would do as invitation and it had been instincts, pure and simple instincts that had him taking the bite before even thinking ]
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Right now he was pondering if maybe he should make a swift escape via teleport; he could be in his room behind a barred door effectively where he could attempt to make himself right from this humiliation.
And then he felt arms wrap around his waist, Bren's arms, and those damning words in his ear. Oh, the tone was not damning in any way but it was just his own mind that was supplying it, and not Bren's. He shivered at the feeling of lips pressed just underneath the softness of his undercut, locks of hair that Bren's hand had been buried in-- a touch that would only be allowed by a husband in Drow culture; that Essek had only allowed Caleb to do.
Oh Jester had offered to help him with his hair, and had met with gentle and yet resolved rejection. ]
You are correct, I am.
[ He would not lie to this man; how could he ever tell this man anything that was not the truth? ]
However my protection still stands; I do not know what came over me-- I am not a monster, I.. should have asked your permission.
[ Even though he had read permission in the way that Bren's head fell to the side, just as Caleb often would do as invitation and it had been instincts, pure and simple instincts that had him taking the bite before even thinking ]