[The rest of this is the most forced control you can imagine, like every word carries its own challenge. And some take longer than others, almost as if they were catching.]
But there's no point to fighting it... It will only repeat what happened last time... We can control it this way.
[So that trying to think of something else? NOT REALLY WORKING. Because all his mind wants to do is return to that time when he wanted so much to have just this. Of course, it was as impossible then as it is now. And even knowing that, amid these familiar scents, her touch on his cheek, and so many memories of a young girl who always just wanted to find someway to help him, he can't stop himself from wanting more.
His hand cups the back of her neck as he kisses deeper, the simple concept of need overtaking everything else.
[DETACHMENT IS HARD, OKAY. Her ears are tuned to his heartbeat as she strokes her hand back into his hair. The pureblood she forced on him mixed with his own pumping through his veins . . . is that why he's holding her tighter?
All of the feelings are getting jumbled up and confused. Right now . . . are they only chasing ghosts of who they used to be?]
[Part of him wishes he could convince himself it was just the pull of her blood, that this desperation, this hunger, racing through him is just the vampire's basic instinct. But no matter how much that monster is pining for pureblood, that other part of his conscious, the part that he is trying fervently to ignore, knows this is much more than that. And as he loses himself in the kiss, he realizes it is that part keeping his blood-lust at bay.
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Date: 2011-08-05 07:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-05 08:01 am (UTC)[moves to walk past him]
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Date: 2011-08-05 08:01 am (UTC)oh no]
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Date: 2011-08-06 01:06 am (UTC)[—Wait. What is this terrible feeling of foreboding I sense?]
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Date: 2011-08-08 05:45 am (UTC). . . I can't move any farther.
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Date: 2011-08-08 05:58 am (UTC)Gripping his arm harshly.]
... Where is it?
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Date: 2011-08-08 06:15 am (UTC)Slowly turning to search for it.]
Ehm . . . I didn't see any here before . . .
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Date: 2011-08-08 06:26 am (UTC)... It must've just shown up...
[Annnnd there goes that focus.]
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Date: 2011-08-08 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-08 06:54 am (UTC)[The rest of this is the most forced control you can imagine, like every word carries its own challenge. And some take longer than others, almost as if they were catching.]
But there's no point to fighting it... It will only repeat what happened last time... We can control it this way.
[Takes a step closer.]
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Date: 2011-08-08 07:28 am (UTC)A-ah . . . control it . . . ?
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Date: 2011-08-08 07:32 am (UTC)[Wow, words are hard right now. Especially when there are awesome distractions like the sound of pulsing blood. Oh and MEMORIES.]
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Date: 2011-08-08 08:20 am (UTC)[THOSE ARE QUITE DISTRACTING. Like the nostalgic scent as she comes closer in, and remembering back to when she could casually touch him.]
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Date: 2011-08-09 01:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-11 04:22 am (UTC)Stiff and full of UNSURE . . . can't hurt Zero again, can't hurt Kaname again, can't lose herself.]
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Date: 2011-08-12 06:53 am (UTC)It's fine... It doesn't mean anything.
You are still... his.
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Date: 2011-08-12 06:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-21 04:35 am (UTC)Returning that kiss, bringing her free hand up to the side of his face.]
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Date: 2011-08-21 05:35 am (UTC)His hand cups the back of her neck as he kisses deeper, the simple concept of need overtaking everything else.
Yuuki.]
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Date: 2011-08-21 07:16 am (UTC)All of the feelings are getting jumbled up and confused. Right now . . . are they only chasing ghosts of who they used to be?]
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Date: 2011-08-21 07:37 am (UTC)But if it's not blood-lust....]