Elda Marker (
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retrospec2019-01-25 03:16 pm
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I've gotten a vague recollection of a whole lot of fire over the last while but to be honest the last two months are a blur to me. I've gotten a lot of things fixed up in my personal life but it feels like I've scarcely had a real conversation in all that time?
Sneaking suspicion my hair went back to brown, but I'm not dead certain there either!
Hi sure I've missed a lot. Anyone want to help me get to my kitchen I suddenly look ninety and feel sicker than a dog.
[ ... And despite the proper texting she might have collapsed on the upper floors of her house oops. ]
Sneaking suspicion my hair went back to brown, but I'm not dead certain there either!
Hi sure I've missed a lot. Anyone want to help me get to my kitchen I suddenly look ninety and feel sicker than a dog.
[ ... And despite the proper texting she might have collapsed on the upper floors of her house oops. ]
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Do you need help? I can get there quick, or I can get emergency services if you need it?
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emegency services will make it complicated though probably
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It is, right now.
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no wonder the bats
the key is in the bushes next to the door
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He calls out when he enters, on instinct. "Elda?"
Even though she probably knew the second he entered. Maybe even before he entered.
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But more importantly, in the dimly lit (and with red lights) manor, she smells him. And his blood. That's what alerts her more than anything that he's here, and it causes her to rise up to at least her knees on instinct. She feels incredibly off base right now, her body having not consumed blood in at least a month, maybe two. Maybe she had been human in that time? Who knows, either way, right now...?
She visibly looks closer to ninety years old than not. Thin, gaunt, wrinkled. But she's still got some energy at least as he instincts are kicking in. She'll try to repress them when she sees the man, but her eyes have gone a little catlike as she tries to get herself composed.
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"Elda?"
He comes to a sudden stop when he spots Elda, gasping audibly at the sight of her. But it only freezes him in place for a moment. Questions and explanations can come later. He takes a deep breath in, steeling himself, before he moves to her side.
"Elda," voice so gentle, as a hand, pulse pounding beneath the skin of the wrist, reaches out for her. He scoops her up to support her (why is she still so light?) and draws her in close. Too close, that heart beat is louder, and coming a touch faster as Togusa anticipates the risk he is putting himself under.
If they hadn't done this before, he might be more cautious. But as soon as he realized what was wrong, he prepared himself for being needed.
"It's okay."
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-- that anything.
She can't think. All she can do now is follow the instinct of her body, to latch her fangs wherever she can. She goes for the neck first just because, again, instinct.
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It's a physical rush. The body responding to a threat, he knows it, but in the moment, it is the sensation of a strike of lightning dissipating away into cool water flowing through all of him. Flowing out of him. For a few precious seconds, it is just the connection between them. Even Togusa's mind has such a hard time coming up with a description for this, which is a sign that his over-analytic mind is, for once, quieting.
Togusa has enough control to ease the both of them back down to the ground, so gently, expecting that Elda will regain her strength, one beat of his heart at a time. He trusts her. Even in her state, he has an implicit trust that she will still stop herself.
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Well, the moment seems to last a long time, her fangs deep into his neck. But eventually, mercifully, she breaks the contact, licking her lips as she sort of collapses into his arms. She doesn't feel fully sated but she at least feels somewhat stronger. More aware.
But this marks a second time she...
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"Elda," when he feels up to speaking again. He shifts a hand to make contact with hers, a small reassurance.
"Are you all right?"