Mayerling watches Sharon as her attention turns inward, the world falling away from her. It is beautiful and intimate and entirely enchanting. Oh how long he could watch her do this and need nothing more to sustain himself and his interest. For reasons both good and bad, Mayerling cannot be surprised at how little time Sharon needs to identify the sensations, the driving need, the ever churning presence of the impulse for human blood. Even standing together, she offers temptation with every heart beat, with the way her blood pulses and flows through her body. His vision slips, for only a moment, to see her circulatory system alight beneath her skin, so warm and attractive and inviting—
He turns his gaze back to her eyes, and her capillaries fade away from her face. That's good, yes, yes, he remains under control, even with her emotions piling on top of his, the fire burning from within.
"Yes," Mayerling answers. "Sometimes it is worse." She trusts him every moment they spend together, though he knows that Sharon would hold her own if he lost control of himself.
He clears his throat, uncomfortable but honest. "Only temporarily," Mayerling says, "It would be far worse without the synthetic blood I drink, yet that hardly cures it, only maintains the feelings at a tolerable level, something that can be resisted. When a vampire drinks human blood, it is... pleasure and satisfaction like nothing else, yet those feelings don't last. Nor do they justify the harm done to people."
And oh what harm it is. That can be mitigated. Blood not directly from the source (though that too is less... satisfying). Restraint. Always restraint. "Biting a human is often described as better than sex." Mayerling quirks his lips, amused.
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He turns his gaze back to her eyes, and her capillaries fade away from her face. That's good, yes, yes, he remains under control, even with her emotions piling on top of his, the fire burning from within.
"Yes," Mayerling answers. "Sometimes it is worse." She trusts him every moment they spend together, though he knows that Sharon would hold her own if he lost control of himself.
He clears his throat, uncomfortable but honest. "Only temporarily," Mayerling says, "It would be far worse without the synthetic blood I drink, yet that hardly cures it, only maintains the feelings at a tolerable level, something that can be resisted. When a vampire drinks human blood, it is... pleasure and satisfaction like nothing else, yet those feelings don't last. Nor do they justify the harm done to people."
And oh what harm it is. That can be mitigated. Blood not directly from the source (though that too is less... satisfying). Restraint. Always restraint. "Biting a human is often described as better than sex." Mayerling quirks his lips, amused.