After a moment, he's finally willing to part the cup from his lips, his gaze falling down to the cup; seeing the blood for what it is, its scent still strong. And yet... )
... You only have so much. ( Softly - not a tone he often takes on. ) ... I can wait.
( And he can. He's not gonna be greedy. This is already... a lot.
... )
... Do you think it'd be wrong if we did make it look and smell like real tea?
( In total contradiction with what he said before - and a step further, even. What he said before was purely pragmatic, predicated on the presumption he'd remain resigned to his life as a monster. But this changes things - in a way he could not fathom.
But in a sense, he's unsure - uneasy, and that much creeps into his otherwise grateful demeanor. He seems a little like he's worried the other shoe is going to drop, like - is it really okay for him to experience this? Is something bad going to happen to either of them because of it? Would God punish them, somehow?
It's all irrational, but it's just as vibrant in his heart as the sweet taste of this hot tea on his cold, corpselike tongue. )
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After a moment, he's finally willing to part the cup from his lips, his gaze falling down to the cup; seeing the blood for what it is, its scent still strong. And yet... )
... You only have so much. ( Softly - not a tone he often takes on. ) ... I can wait.
( And he can. He's not gonna be greedy. This is already... a lot.
... )
... Do you think it'd be wrong if we did make it look and smell like real tea?
( In total contradiction with what he said before - and a step further, even. What he said before was purely pragmatic, predicated on the presumption he'd remain resigned to his life as a monster. But this changes things - in a way he could not fathom.
But in a sense, he's unsure - uneasy, and that much creeps into his otherwise grateful demeanor. He seems a little like he's worried the other shoe is going to drop, like - is it really okay for him to experience this? Is something bad going to happen to either of them because of it? Would God punish them, somehow?
It's all irrational, but it's just as vibrant in his heart as the sweet taste of this hot tea on his cold, corpselike tongue. )