Blood does not hold the same draw for Gilgamesh as it once did, as it no longer brought him any form of power, but instinct has him leaning forward to lap it up anyway. It segues into a sharp, demanding kiss, deepening the tiny cut into a bigger one and providing more for him to feed from.
Which he does, eagerly, and he nearly steals all the breath from her before letting go. His own lips are red by the time he's done.]
You lied to me.
[Or at least didn't divulge all of the truth. His eyes narrow.]
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Blood does not hold the same draw for Gilgamesh as it once did, as it no longer brought him any form of power, but instinct has him leaning forward to lap it up anyway. It segues into a sharp, demanding kiss, deepening the tiny cut into a bigger one and providing more for him to feed from.
Which he does, eagerly, and he nearly steals all the breath from her before letting go. His own lips are red by the time he's done.]
You lied to me.
[Or at least didn't divulge all of the truth. His eyes narrow.]
You have want of this body, as well.