[In general, he doesn't mind being touched by people not looking to do him harm. And, more so now, he does not mind the brush of her fingers on his skin. Something in him from what he's eaten makes him crave it, and when it comes, it's comforting. It placates a hunger in him. Surprisingly, his skin is not anything nearly as frigid as it looks. It's warm, human.
A wave of bitterness rushes through his sinuses before the lip of the bottom can even get to his lips. His breath holds in his chest, lips parting to accept the pungent liquid that comes. The decrepit voice in his head says he is making a stupid mistake. The drink tastes like something that should make you shrivel into bone ash, or vomit your way into the sea to end the suffering. But it doesn't.
A jubilant, fiery heat pours over him from the head down. He's not sure if he's ever felt like this before in his long life. This rapture has never strangled his insides, and he wonders if it's an exaggeration, or if it's normal. The red glow of his eyes is brighter, and they watch her fall back into the straw and laugh. He's not sure what's enjoyable, or what's funny, but hearing the hoarse ring of her laugh... a slow, reserved smile winds itself onto his face. He's amused, and he looks much more inviting for it.]
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A wave of bitterness rushes through his sinuses before the lip of the bottom can even get to his lips. His breath holds in his chest, lips parting to accept the pungent liquid that comes. The decrepit voice in his head says he is making a stupid mistake. The drink tastes like something that should make you shrivel into bone ash, or vomit your way into the sea to end the suffering. But it doesn't.
A jubilant, fiery heat pours over him from the head down. He's not sure if he's ever felt like this before in his long life. This rapture has never strangled his insides, and he wonders if it's an exaggeration, or if it's normal. The red glow of his eyes is brighter, and they watch her fall back into the straw and laugh. He's not sure what's enjoyable, or what's funny, but hearing the hoarse ring of her laugh... a slow, reserved smile winds itself onto his face. He's amused, and he looks much more inviting for it.]
It's ecstasy.