[Ariyah – Fremont – Gasworks Gallery – BoL – NA]
[Bloodhound: Resolve + Awareness: 4 successes vs 4 diff | Success | Sanguine]
Ariyah found Robert in a very feisty mood that night.
The moment Ariyah entered Robert’s studio, the blue-eyed artist had pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her without a word of greeting.
For a moment, the Toreador was surprised; she hadn’t even turned on her charm. But her pit-stop at the hospital had put her in a maudlin mood, and she needed something – anything – to distract herself.
So closing her eyes, Ariyah let herself be carried to Robert’s couch.
Amid heavy breathing and sweating bodies, Ariyah was hit by yet another reminder of her undead status; it wasn’t working.
Her body was still functionally dead, and pushing up a Blush was just a façade at best. Ariyah gritted her teeth and buried her face in Robert’s chest. She wanted to howl in frustration; she just wanted to escape for one night, was that too much to ask?
Robert seemed to sense something was wrong. He paused to lift Ariyah’s chin so that they were eye-to-eye, a silent query in his gaze.
Ariyah gave him a wan smile, and pulled him down for a long kiss, trying her best convince him, and herself, that everything was alright.
[Faking sex: Dexterity + Awareness + Blood surge: 3 Successes vs Diff 2 | Success]
[Blood surge | Rouse Check: Success]
And it seemed to work, at least for Robert. He didn’t question her any further and soon, beneath the sound of the blaring radio, was the sound of heavy, quickening, breathing.
But it didn’t convince Ariyah. As Robert became more aroused, as his movements became more frantic, it just reminded Ariyah that she was not human anymore, that this was not how she felt pleasure. She had wanted to pretend, pretend that she was still alive and breathing, but in doing so, only reminded herself of her monstrosity.
So, just as Robert was about to peak, Ariyah let go of her restraint and bit into Robert’s neck. She didn’t know whether the resulting moan was from her or her victim.
The blood was hot and filled with lust, and Ariyah wrapped her body more tightly around Robert as he shuddered above her. The arousal that was missing for Ariyah before now flooded her body and she swallowed the life-giving nectar in ecstasy.
And for one, tiny moment, Ariyah was tempted to keep going. Since she was a monster, she should just embrace it all and drink her fill. Why keep herself always wanting, a tiny bit of her beast continually nagging at her to feed? If she just kept drinking, the little voice would finally be silent.
But Ariyah knew that to be a lie too; the voice can never be silenced for long, and very soon it would be clamouring for more. The only way to not slide down that slippery slope is not to take that step, not even once.
With a bit of reluctance, Ariyah removed her mouth from Robert’s neck. She licked the wound closed out of habit as she unwound her body from the other artist. She hadn’t taken much, but the feeding in addition to sex seemed to have worn out the man; he was loose-limbed and hazy as Ariyah rearranged him on the couch.
She picked her clothes up off the floor and proceeded to the bathroom in Robert’s studio. Her visit to the hospital had turned out to be an even worse decision than she had imagined, and she wasn’t sure whether any of her following actions had made things better or worse. She only hoped that she’d make better choices at her job later that night.
[Herd | Fleeting Sanguine | Hunger 2 –> 1]
[Ariyah – Fremont – Gasworks Gallery – BoL – NA]
[Bloodhound: Resolve + Awareness: 4 successes vs 4 diff | Success | Sanguine]
Ariyah found Robert in a very feisty mood that night.
The moment Ariyah entered Robert’s studio, the blue-eyed artist had pushed her up against the wall and started kissing her without a word of greeting.
For a moment, the Toreador was surprised; she hadn’t even turned on her charm. But her pit-stop at the hospital had put her in a maudlin mood, and she needed something – anything – to distract herself.
So closing her eyes, Ariyah let herself be carried to Robert’s couch.
[Faking sex: Dexterity + Awareness + Blood surge: 3 Successes vs Diff 2 | Success]
[Blood surge | Rouse Check: Success]
Things were getting pretty heated when Ariyah was hit by another reminder of her undead status; she wasn’t feeling anything.
She was just going through the motions, pantomiming the living.
And it wasn’t like this was news for her. Her Sire had been her “lover” for the past 15 years, and there was only one thing that had brought them pleasure.
This whole thing had started with a moment of weakness. Seeing Piper had reminded her of her old life, and for a brief moment, Ariyah had wanted to revisit what it had been like to be alive.
But this had only reminded her of what a monster she’d become.
Ariyah hesitated, then bit into Robert’s neck.
The blood was hot and filled with lust, and Ariyah wrapped her body more tightly around Robert, finally feeling something.
What was missing for Ariyah before now flooded her body and she swallowed the life-giving nectar in ecstasy.
And for one second, Ariyah was tempted to keep going. Since she was a monster, why shouldn’t she just embrace it all and drink her fill? Why keep herself always wanting, a tiny bit of her beast continually nagging at her to feed? If she just kept drinking, the little voice would finally be silent.
But Ariyah knew that to be a lie too; the voice can never be silenced for long, and very soon it would be clamouring for more. The only way to not slide down that slippery slope is not to take that step, not even once.
With a bit of reluctance, Ariyah removed her mouth from Robert’s neck. She licked the wound closed out of habit as she unwound her body from the other artist. She hadn’t taken much, but the feeding in addition to sex seemed to have worn out the man, and he was loose-limbed and hazy as Ariyah rearranged him on the couch.
She picked her clothes up off the floor and proceeded to the bathroom in Robert’s studio. Her visit to the hospital had turned out to be an even worse decision than she had imagined, and she wasn’t sure whether any of her following actions had made things better or worse. She only hoped that she’d make better choices at her job later that night.
[Herd | Fleeting Sanguine | Hunger 2 –> 1]