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[crittersheep]

WHO: all of you
WHERE: day 74
WHEN: through the day tbh

[there's trauma approaching in the distance but it ain't showing up quite yet THIS day!

it's a really beautiful day, actually. sunny and deeply pleasant weather. maybe sometime today people might return from a snadventure (snake adventure), or maybe not? the wildlife and your lil resident sheep are all perky and up and at 'em and full of energy. hopping.

what about you?]

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Re: Rose

[finalbows]

[ incurably so. ]

It would also prove to my flock that you're as good as your word~... very well, dear. Here. Let's do this proper, like.

[ with a bit of wobble, it seems like he's going to lean closer-- then moves away, reaching to grab a wine glass from a cabinet. sets it down right in by her on the kitchen counter. looks around . . . where do they have the 'a rose needs to be bleeding rn' blades, rather than the cooking ones . . . ]

--Ah! What is my ONE good athame doing in the utensils drawer...? No matter. Here you are.

Re: Rose

[sunflowering]

[When he hands it over she flips it around elegantly within her fingers.]

The proper way he says. Well, I suppose blood in a wine glass does possess a certain amount of elegance and flair. Remember, pinky out~

[The blade moves in her hand and she cuts into her opposite palm deeply. The rich crimson of her blood blooms thick in her hand, and she holds it over the cup to spill the cherished life inside. The knife remains in place, embedded a bit uncomfortably into her skin to prevent the healing that her body already seeks to stitch together.

Still, she doesn't flinch from it at all. After all these years, a little cut isn't enough to shake her. Blood even less so.]

This ought to be enough, I think?

[She pulls the knife free, the injury already knitting itself together. She passes the wine glass over, the knife inside like a little stirrer. Her tongue slips out to slide up the inside of her hand and lap the blood that remains on her palm.]

You'll tell me how it tastes, won't you? I am curious how it will to one so different from home.

Re: Rose

[finalbows]

[ he's openly attentive to the entire process. seems delighted by it, honestly, before finally tearing his eyes away to the actual glass.

he toasts her, and takes a drink. ]

Re: Rose

[sunflowering]

[How her blood might taste to Angel really just depends. But to the vampires in her own world, it was always described as the sweetest nectar one could ask for. Intoxicating in how once someone has tasted the power inherent in it, they wish to consume more.

Imbued with a powerful strength, the warmth will nestle within Angie. Any dull aches and pains fade as power thrums throughout his veins. Those who consume it often feel stronger-- revitalized and whole, more beautiful and energized. It should carry a feeling of wellbeing and strength should it take to him as it does back home.

Miyu simply licks herself clean and then licks her lips to ensure no blood is left behind or wasted. Not that her own blood does anything for her. If only it were so easy.]