[ he thinks he can rocket blast her off of him with his power, like he did in his dream. that's what he's counting on. maybe not ... the best thing to count on... ]
[ she is too hungry and too weak to argue. if he wants to open up his stupid veins like a stupid man, it's his choice.
but she doesn't... want to invite him into the brothel room she rented with marcos who is currently dead asleep (as he should be, he's still healing). that would be weird. ]
[ good thing poe is literally an uber driver because that's what he's doing. he gets to the brothel and ... parks outside??? waiting?? as an uber does. ]
[ to... what??? it is a mystery for about five minutes before caroline basically zombie stumbles her way out of the building and into the waiting car. does she recognize the vehicle? no. does she recognize the idiot man behind the wheel? yes. that's all that matters here.
[ the urgency is the same — a desperate, greedy latching on, the same sharp pull of blood dragged through his arteries and veins and into her waiting mouth — but she has a little more sense now, a little bit of awareness as to where she is and what she's doing.
refilling the tank all the way is not on the menu right now. she doesn't want to kill him. she just needs to live. three gulps, three pulls; though she's not being scientific or measuring, it's on average about 100 milliliters or just under a quarter of a pint at a time.
one feeding is one blood bag. she can do that math without thinking. poe might feel a little woozy, but he won't pass out.
unless he freaks out at the sight of his own blood smeared over her mouth when she sits back up. ]
[ it's still a lot. a lot more than he was expecting, maybe. as someone who does not participate in things like blood drives. or cbc counts. it's not from horror towards caroline, but a reflexive instinct coming from something Not Good is happening and his body wanting to survive that suddenly he is
outside the car. not very far outside, but the door is open. and he's sitting outside of it. there's a little blood trail splattered from point a to point b. there's a really faint glow from under his shirt.
he's just kind of sitting there like ???the fuck??? did he... yeet himself out of the car...? ]
[ people jerking away in horror, flinching in fear, trying to yank their arms or necks or just general bodies out of the range of motion of her teeth — it's all normal stuff for caroline 'i drink blood for breakfast' forbes.
but whatever poe does, whatever strange force literally rockets him out of the car and into the gravel and dirt outside, is not something she expects. it's probably for the best that he did whatever that was after she'd pulled away... because if her teeth had still been dug into the skin, he'd probably have given himself a hell of a set of track marks. ]
What do you mean, what? [ okay, so she's a little snappy. she's hangry. give her a break. ] What was that?
Well, yeah, [ duh. ] You just flung yourself onto the ground.
[ a single blood bag's not going to solve her sad low battery iphone problems, but it does give her enough energy to feel alert again. a small blessing? anyway.
have a hand, poe, and get back into the stupid car. ]
I need you to drive me.
[ to an address which is also a blood bank, where she is going to pick up (not steal, thanks) some supplies. el is a champ, he set her up. ]
[ he takes her hand and, with her assistance, slides back into the driver's seat. the whole "feeling like a person" process takes a minute. mostly because his head is spinning from the blood loss and from his body's own decision to live because he was In Danger. he hears her words, but takes a few extra moments to stare into space before shaking it off. "it" because blood loss-related malaise. ]
[ wherever she wants is a vague statement that sadly does not have a good answer. she wants to be driven right into a spa where she can get a hot stone massage and a facial and then maybe a snack on a cute male masseuse, but that's just not gonna happen.
so. the blood bank into the uber app of the future, and step on it. ]
[ a vague handwave is a little weak, but it's fine. really, she's not dead. she's just... an ugly, pale color instead of pretty in peach, and a bit shaky around the edges. but she's not dead, and that's the important part. ]
[ no, she can't stay over at his apartment. not that poe's not cute or whatever, she'd probably have been very flattered if she was less dead, but now is not a good time. she's kind of on the tail end of a just-got-kidnapped date, and she needs to look after her friend. ]
Take me back. If I can't get anything, I need you to take me back.
[ he glances over again like what??? honestly he'd be like "time for you to move in with me and rey" but they live like feral cats... with minimal furniture. ]
[ he's trying really hard to figure out how to express concern without feeling like he's being a dad or something. (he can't lead the babysitter's club, this is too much responsibility.) ]
Well, if you ever… stop feeling safe there or anything, let me know. I'll come get you.
[ at least he's not telling her that she can't. she appreciates that much, at least, even in her low battery mode. she's too stubborn to be told 'you're not allowed to do this'.
and she might have thanked him for the offer, if they weren't pulling into the parking lot of the blood bank. maybe it's a bad idea for caroline to bolt out of the car and run inside... but she does it anyway, with not even a 'be right back' in her wake before she's pushing the doors open and hitting up the counter.
the woman inside is a little... perplexed at her appearance, but everything seems to be in order (shout out to el) so caroline leaves with a cryo-cooled box of b-positive blood bags, enough of a supply for a week's transfusions. or one day's starving vampire worth, give or take.
maybe she should wait, too, to dive in until they're out of the parking lot... but caroline also doesn't do that. instead, she pulls one to her mouth the literal second she sits back down, sucking it in like the first capri sun after forty years in the desert. ]
[ when she hops back in, poe is relieved to see her with her snack pack but also...
he takes a moment to think about how far he's fallen from totally trashing his starfighter like "who gives a shit droids and mechanics will clean up after me" to ]
Can you-- uh-- be careful? If there's blood in the car they're gonna ask about it.
[ maybe that's snappy, but she does not care. she is Hangry. she is also not making a mess because the blood is not going anywhere but inside her mouth to be swallowed up in greedy, desperate gulps. there is no spillage. that would be wasteful. ]
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[ he thinks he can rocket blast her off of him with his power, like he did in his dream. that's what he's counting on. maybe not ... the best thing to count on... ]
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[ she is too hungry and too weak to argue. if he wants to open up his stupid veins like a stupid man, it's his choice.
but she doesn't... want to invite him into the brothel room she rented with marcos who is currently dead asleep (as he should be, he's still healing). that would be weird. ]
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i'm outside
do you want me to come in? can you make it?
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[ to... what??? it is a mystery for about five minutes before caroline basically zombie stumbles her way out of the building and into the waiting car. does she recognize the vehicle? no. does she recognize the idiot man behind the wheel? yes. that's all that matters here.
there is no time for small talk, though. ]
Arm. [ give her your arm, poe! ] Now.
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You better leave some over.
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refilling the tank all the way is not on the menu right now. she doesn't want to kill him. she just needs to live. three gulps, three pulls; though she's not being scientific or measuring, it's on average about 100 milliliters or just under a quarter of a pint at a time.
one feeding is one blood bag. she can do that math without thinking. poe might feel a little woozy, but he won't pass out.
unless he freaks out at the sight of his own blood smeared over her mouth when she sits back up. ]
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outside the car. not very far outside, but the door is open. and he's sitting outside of it. there's a little blood trail splattered from point a to point b. there's a really faint glow from under his shirt.
he's just kind of sitting there like ???the fuck??? did he... yeet himself out of the car...? ]
Whoa... what? Sorry... what?
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but whatever poe does, whatever strange force literally rockets him out of the car and into the gravel and dirt outside, is not something she expects. it's probably for the best that he did whatever that was after she'd pulled away... because if her teeth had still been dug into the skin, he'd probably have given himself a hell of a set of track marks. ]
What do you mean, what? [ okay, so she's a little snappy. she's hangry. give her a break. ] What was that?
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I mean — it's my power, probably. I make things move fast? [ he didn't think himself was included in that, but... ] But I didn't mean to set it off.
[ a pause, followed by ]
I don't feel good.
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[ a single blood bag's not going to solve her sad low battery iphone problems, but it does give her enough energy to feel alert again. a small blessing? anyway.
have a hand, poe, and get back into the stupid car. ]
I need you to drive me.
[ to an address which is also a blood bank, where she is going to pick up (not steal, thanks) some supplies. el is a champ, he set her up. ]
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[ he takes her hand and, with her assistance, slides back into the driver's seat. the whole "feeling like a person" process takes a minute. mostly because his head is spinning from the blood loss and from his body's own decision to live because he was In Danger. he hears her words, but takes a few extra moments to stare into space before shaking it off. "it" because blood loss-related malaise. ]
Yeah, of course. Wherever you want.
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so. the blood bank into the uber app of the future, and step on it. ]
If I pass out, just let me sleep.
[ super reassuring ]
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[ he takes his eyes off the road for a moment to squint. ]
I’m not just gonna leave you in the car.
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[ a vague handwave is a little weak, but it's fine. really, she's not dead. she's just... an ugly, pale color instead of pretty in peach, and a bit shaky around the edges. but she's not dead, and that's the important part. ]
I just need...
[ more. ]
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Yeah, blood. I got that.
[ he's going as fast as he can okay. without getting arrested. ]
If you pass out do you want to stay at the hospital? Or I can take you to my apartment.
[ it occurs to him that they don't… have a couch. why don't they have a couch? oh well, caroline can rest on his mattress on the floor. ]
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[ no, she can't stay over at his apartment. not that poe's not cute or whatever, she'd probably have been very flattered if she was less dead, but now is not a good time. she's kind of on the tail end of a just-got-kidnapped date, and she needs to look after her friend. ]
Take me back. If I can't get anything, I need you to take me back.
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I will, but I don't like it.
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You don't have to like it, you're not the one living there...
[ yes, living ]
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[ he glances over again like what??? honestly he'd be like "time for you to move in with me and rey" but they live like feral cats... with minimal furniture. ]
Is that... how's that?
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[ it's still kind of new, okay! it's a new thing! she just Is Not living at the safehouse, which is the important detail here. ]
It's fine? The room is really nice.
[ because people go there to have sex in it, caroline, of course the bed is comfortable. ]
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[ he's trying really hard to figure out how to express concern without feeling like he's being a dad or something. (he can't lead the babysitter's club, this is too much responsibility.) ]
Well, if you ever… stop feeling safe there or anything, let me know. I'll come get you.
[ beep beep they're approaching the hospital ]
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and she might have thanked him for the offer, if they weren't pulling into the parking lot of the blood bank. maybe it's a bad idea for caroline to bolt out of the car and run inside... but she does it anyway, with not even a 'be right back' in her wake before she's pushing the doors open and hitting up the counter.
the woman inside is a little... perplexed at her appearance, but everything seems to be in order (shout out to el) so caroline leaves with a cryo-cooled box of b-positive blood bags, enough of a supply for a week's transfusions. or one day's starving vampire worth, give or take.
maybe she should wait, too, to dive in until they're out of the parking lot... but caroline also doesn't do that. instead, she pulls one to her mouth the literal second she sits back down, sucking it in like the first capri sun after forty years in the desert. ]
Oh, my God...
[ gross ]
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he takes a moment to think about how far he's fallen from totally trashing his starfighter like "who gives a shit droids and mechanics will clean up after me" to ]
Can you-- uh-- be careful? If there's blood in the car they're gonna ask about it.
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[ maybe that's snappy, but she does not care. she is Hangry. she is also not making a mess because the blood is not going anywhere but inside her mouth to be swallowed up in greedy, desperate gulps. there is no spillage. that would be wasteful. ]
Just drive.
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[ far be it for him to argue with an angry girl who could eat him. back to her brothel it is. he steps on the gas. vroom vroom 🌬 ]