He smirks at her reaction. Poor thing. Magical, but is freaked out by the supernatural. "You were what? Bored? Adventuresome?" He asks, keeping his voice low in an attempt to vaguely disguise his accent. "Don't worry. It only hurts for a moment."
She starts backing up, but he can tell the Spell Gift is working. She can't. Even if she wanted to, which she so clearly does. Lucy would feel ice-cold hands reaching out for hers. "I'll be nice. I won't even go a major vein or artery."
Her hand is raised to his face, cupping her palm to his cheek in a vague show of affection. Her thumb however, is near his lip; and in a flash of white, pearl-like fangs, the tip of her thumb is pierced almost half a centimeter deep. Blood starts gushing out, into his mouth. He grins, bleach-white teeth stained red. His own hand rises to her cheek; she's surprisingly resistant to the Spell Gift, and it takes much more of a conscious effort than he's used to to try to control her emotions.
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He smirks at her reaction. Poor thing. Magical, but is freaked out by the supernatural. "You were what? Bored? Adventuresome?" He asks, keeping his voice low in an attempt to vaguely disguise his accent. "Don't worry. It only hurts for a moment."
She starts backing up, but he can tell the Spell Gift is working. She can't. Even if she wanted to, which she so clearly does. Lucy would feel ice-cold hands reaching out for hers. "I'll be nice. I won't even go a major vein or artery."
Her hand is raised to his face, cupping her palm to his cheek in a vague show of affection. Her thumb however, is near his lip; and in a flash of white, pearl-like fangs, the tip of her thumb is pierced almost half a centimeter deep. Blood starts gushing out, into his mouth. He grins, bleach-white teeth stained red. His own hand rises to her cheek; she's surprisingly resistant to the Spell Gift, and it takes much more of a conscious effort than he's used to to try to control her emotions.