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[devwocean]

Who: Orphaner Dualscar and YOU
When: Any time throughout the curse week
Where: Out and about in the bubble or the island
Style: Starting in action, but I'll follow your lead
Status: Open

[Dualscar's taken careful notice of this curse, and is pretty sure what it's all about - and that he's not affected. As a highblood troll, it would be practically unconscionable for him not to take advantage of this opportunity.

He may be deliberately visiting your character - if you're someone he knows - or it could be a chance meeting. Either way, he may be trying to ferret out information. Or there might not be anything in particular that he cares to know.]

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[wavesofjade]

[She laughs, a quiet but undoubtedly merry little sound, and touches two fingers to her lips as if to hide it.]

You truly think so?

[devwocean]

[He really isn't sure what to make of it. Various lurid images pass through his mind, but usually the troll who's the subject of a rainbow drinker's attentions is also subject to her power.

His fins lift a bit, and he cups her cheek]

A course I do. Though I ain't complainin' about howw you normally look, either. [He licks his lips] Do you... need to drink blood?

[wavesofjade]

[The glow flickers, and she lets out a soft hum - almost a purr - as he cups her cheek.]

I would be a strange rainbow drinker if I did not. [A pause.] Are you.. interested?

[devwocean]

[Dualscar's eyes widen a little, but when he's this nervous, bravado tends to be his default state. He's always thought of Dolorosa as being lower than him, and that he himself is in a state of dominance over her. Not because she's his slave, or that he wants her to be, but because she was, and she remains lower blooded than he is. It's not necessarily something he consciously ever thought about, but the dynamic allowed their red romance to blossom without his fears getting in the way.

But here he is now, with a glowing rainbow drinker asking to drink his blood.

He draws himself up, chest and fins puffing out a little]

Wwell, I couldn't vvery wwell turn you dowwn, could I? You're my matesprit, and I'd gladly givve you anythin' you need.

[wavesofjade]

[At this point, she wouldn't want him to be nervous of her. Perhaps once upon a time that would have been a desirable reaction, though it would likely have been one that ended in her death.

Turning the glow off, she places one hand flat against his chest, feeling his raised heart rate against her palm. Not that she'd needed to touch - she could hear how fast his pulse had become at the question.]

There is no need to be afraid. I will not hurt you.

[devwocean]

[He stiffens very much, his heart racing even further] I ain't afraid a you!

[wavesofjade]

And you have no reason to be. [Her thumb rubs a light circle over the front of his shirt.] But I sense you are.. unsettled.

[devwocean]

You're exaggerating things. [He clenches his fists and then reaches up and tugs his shirt collar down stubbornly.] I'm excited, is all. I wwant to do this for you.

[wavesofjade]

Very well... [She says it soothingly, bringing one hand up to his shoulder and brushing her thumb over the pulse at his neck.]

But you may wish to sit down.

[devwocean]

[His fins quiver faintly, then he flattens them deliberately against the sides of his head.]

A course, that wwould probably be wwise. [He bends and kisses her softly, then shifts back and looks around for a comfortable place to sit]

[wavesofjade]

[She watches him, and once he's seated, moves herself to a spot beside and a little behind him, still within his range of sight but admittedly in a difficult position to be stopped from what he was allowing her to do.]

It may sting.. [Hooking one finger around his collar, she drew it aside, watching his face.] Are you certain of this?

[devwocean]

[Having her behind him is a bit more nervewracking, but he forces his face forward, squaring his shoulders.]

Wwill you stop? I ain't a faintin' lily. A little prick a fangs is something I like, as you knoww.

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[wavesofjade]

I simply wished to be assured of your consent, my dearest.

[But she doesn't ask again. She drops her head, kisses the gently fluttering skin over his pulse, then opens her mouth and bites.

It isn't a simple pricking of fangs, but rather a deep piercing cut of razor sharp canines, through flesh to the fresh, flowing blood beneath. She has never tasted a seadweller before.

Her fingers clasp over his shoulder in a faint expression of reassurance, and this act isn't without mess - a thin rivulet of violet escapes the corner of her mouth and runs down over his skin.]

[devwocean]

I knoww-- ah!

[She bites more deeply than he'd quite expected. He shudders, closing his eyes and clutching at her hand, his breathing speeding up as she sucks at his blood]

Oh...

[wavesofjade]

[She could have warned him, but further hesitation may only have served to irritate him. Her hand turns in his, their fingers lacing together, and she doesn't take long at all (at least by her reckoning, though it may have felt like much longer to him) before she detaches from his neck and licks her lips delicately. He may feel a little light-headed, but she has made sure not to take too much.

With her hand still in his she shifts around to sit close to him. The wounds would heal quickly, but she's anxious to see how he felt about the experience...]

[devwocean]

[He finds himself leaning against her chest, turning to wrap his arms around her. He does feel a bit lightheaded. But it's a nice feeling, actually. He's not nervous anymore.]

Wwell... that wwasn't bad at all.

[wavesofjade]

[Oh.. this is nice... She holds him against her, kissing his forehead.]

If it was unpleasant, we would find it difficult to survive.

[devwocean]

[He shifts closer, tucking himself against her more comfortably. He had let her do it, and nothing bad had happened, and that made all the difference to him.]

Howw often do you need to do that, swweet one?

[wavesofjade]

Not often enough to be an inconvenience.

[It changes when she's injured, or anything of that nature, but usually the hunger barely bothers her at all. Perhaps it's her age.]

I will admit that I did not expect that from you... Thank you.

[devwocean]

Wwhy didn't you expect it? I wwant to givve you wwhat you need, an to take care a you. It's a little thing, an nothing I should deny you in the least.

[He lifts his head and gives her a look, eyes a little intent.]

Havve you bitten anyone else since you got here?

[wavesofjade]

[She'd be a fool not to realise the intent behind that question, but nor is she going to lie.]

Of course. I would have found it difficult to survive if I had not. The Disciple has been assisting me, as she often has.

[devwocean]

You bit the Di-- [That comes out a little stronger than he intended and he scowls a bit, sulkily] She ain't in any kind a concupiscent quadrant wwith you, though. From noww on, you can come to me. It ain't needed for you to go anywwhere else.

[wavesofjade]

A quadrant is not required for such an arrangement, concupiscent or otherwise.

[She doesn't flinch at his tone, as she might have months earlier.]

But I will take that offer, with the understanding that if you are in some way unavailable, I will look elsewhere.

[devwocean]

[He scowls rather fiercely and turns, gripping her arm as he looks into her eyes]

I wwon't be unavvailable! And I think I'm bein' quite clear that I don't wwant you lookin' elsewwhere. It ain't an offer, it's the wway it should be - it's just plainly ridiculous to say somethin' like that isn't a quadrant sort a thing. Particularly concupiscent, and Disciple is my kismesis, an you're my matesprit, an Disciple an Signless are matesprits besides that, so there's no possible conscupiscent relationship you could havve wwith her.

[wavesofjade]

[She starts when he grips her arm, then her jaw sets and she hisses defensively, wrenching herself free.]

My survival is not a matter relating to quadrants, Dualscar, nor the safety of the people around me should I be forced to go for too long without feeding. It is a matter of necessity, and I will not bow to any demands you make about a state of being that you do not understand.