[ here's the problem. caroline knows, if she really had to, that she could make laura drink it. she could zoom over and tip the girl's head back and get that ounce of sticky liquid in her mouth and down her throat before anyone was any the wiser. but that's extreme.
and, truly, laura's right. caroline's overreacted, let the swell of bloodlust in her head give way to kneejerk reactions. this isn't life or death, and so of course laura's looking at her now like she's the craziest person in the whole world.
and maybe she is. she does drink blood to survive.
but she's really trying to avoid the overwhelming need to drink laura's right now, and if she knows anything, it's that the bloodlust seems to take a backseat when it's her own blood circulating in someone else's veins. maybe it's hardwired in her. 'if you care about this person enough to feed them your blood, you won't want to drink theirs.'
who knows. ]
I know it's weird...
[ and on the last syllable, as her tongue touches to her teeth to crisp off the consonant, control begins to slip from caroline's careful grip. canines, sharp and white, gleam in the space revealed behind her lips; darker webbing, too, begins to solidify under her eyes. she can try to fight it, but the embarrassment of being wrong roots her attentions elsewhere.
no subject
and, truly, laura's right. caroline's overreacted, let the swell of bloodlust in her head give way to kneejerk reactions. this isn't life or death, and so of course laura's looking at her now like she's the craziest person in the whole world.
and maybe she is. she does drink blood to survive.
but she's really trying to avoid the overwhelming need to drink laura's right now, and if she knows anything, it's that the bloodlust seems to take a backseat when it's her own blood circulating in someone else's veins. maybe it's hardwired in her. 'if you care about this person enough to feed them your blood, you won't want to drink theirs.'
who knows. ]
I know it's weird...
[ and on the last syllable, as her tongue touches to her teeth to crisp off the consonant, control begins to slip from caroline's careful grip. canines, sharp and white, gleam in the space revealed behind her lips; darker webbing, too, begins to solidify under her eyes. she can try to fight it, but the embarrassment of being wrong roots her attentions elsewhere.
not a great combo. ]