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Who: Lyvus and visitors
Where: Lyvress
When: Day 295, post-game
What: after game cuddlepile

[Four revived-but-not-completely-healed Corvi and a bitten-but-not-bleeding survived Lynx coming back from the Arena. Everything is terrible and everything hurts, but at least we got memories.]

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You can smell that, can't you?

Yes, it smells different from the others.

[her gaze landing where he's hiding it]

Ah . . . you can even tell that?

And the others can't?

No.

[takes her hand]

Do you trust me?

[thinks about it]

Yes.

[shifts his hands, claws elongating, pricking her thumb]

[it smells good :) and strong :))

winces slightly, but watches carefully]

[inhales in surprise, eyes bright gold]

. . . ahh.

Your eyes changed.

[it's pretty]

So did yours.

[a laugh]

I guess that settles it, then.

Are you afraid, or just curious?

Does a little bit of both count?

Do you want to taste it?

Haha . . . shouldn't I be asking you that?

Perhaps you would have more expertise in these kinds of things. But taste myself...? I may as well...

[brings her finger towards her, watching the blood well up]

Haha . . . I meant—

[lifts his own bleeding fingertip to her lips, not quite touching]

[her eyes are bright now as she drops her focus away from her finger in favor of his]

Haah. It would've been rude of me to presume... however, as you're offering...

[she tilts her head forward and

licks]

[holding his breath a little, fingers steady]

[A slight gasp as the taste hits her. It's warm, not exactly sweet but may as well be, and her thirst welcomes it. She sucks lightly on his fingertip, wanting more of that taste.]

[tilts his hand, offering her his wrist]

[brushing her cheek against his palm, before cupping his wrist and sinking teeth into him]

[tenses a little, sucking in a breath]

[She drinks... It's good, she's thankful, and she squeezes his wrist as the edge of her thirst fades. However, something else other than blood fills her: a piece of a memory--]

[has brought her other hand up to his own mouth, lightly licking away the blood there]