She had seen this potion before, and her stomach rebelled at the memory. The smell of it was stronger than that of her memory and likely less pleasant. She drank it anyway, and her stomach tried to reject it immediately. Pride and an embarrassing bout of coughing kept the potion down and she prayed thanks to anything or being that maybe listening. She'd already bled on his floors and fainted. Themis refused to vomit in his presence; she'd rather he let her bleed out now.
The trip to his bedroom was unnecessarily delayed by her insistence to stand on her own. It was a mistake, she knew that as soon as she heard herself insisting. She was in no shape for this or for a climb up the stairs; she knew she needed time and rest. It didn't stop the bone-deep need to be more than a lifeless doll on the floor. Her struggle was valiant, but the effect was minimal. She managed to sit up in his lap, but when she attempted to move further, the room spun again. She offered no further resistance and was silent as he carried her away. He was kind enough not to mock her.
He had done all the work, but she was still gasping when they reached his room. The mattress was a relief from the floor, but this lacked the warmth of Samuel around her. She tried to take in her new surroundings, but her body was busy recreating blood and catching up on oxygen. As he stepped away from her to the window, she had all the time she needed to evaluate her condition. She was bloodstained, and barely mobile in Samuel's abandoned bed. Her first attempt at blood magic had left her so weak, she needed to be carried, to be cared for. She resented that immensely.
She breathed a bit easier as he released her cloak from her throat, but it was temporary. Sitting like this, with him bent over her, essentially pinning her to the surface, was a reminder of how much blood was returning to her body, the ache she felt from her magic still simmering in her veins now. It was a slow pull, a deep drag that threatened to pull her under. She wanted to surrender to it, to let the power she'd felt in the cave overwhelm her now and remind her just how alive she felt. It made her want impossible things.
Cuddled between his arm and his body, she looked up at him, the blood returning to her face only highlighting her momentarily embarrassment. She felt so foolish as she was gaining her senses. "I apologize for falling apart so completely." She grinned, her cheeks flushing brighter at his words. "I am simply me." Needing to ease both the ache in her body and the growing heat in her blood, she chose a saner compromise. "Will you lay with me? For just a moment."
The trip to his bedroom was unnecessarily delayed by her insistence to stand on her own. It was a mistake, she knew that as soon as she heard herself insisting. She was in no shape for this or for a climb up the stairs; she knew she needed time and rest. It didn't stop the bone-deep need to be more than a lifeless doll on the floor. Her struggle was valiant, but the effect was minimal. She managed to sit up in his lap, but when she attempted to move further, the room spun again. She offered no further resistance and was silent as he carried her away. He was kind enough not to mock her.
He had done all the work, but she was still gasping when they reached his room. The mattress was a relief from the floor, but this lacked the warmth of Samuel around her. She tried to take in her new surroundings, but her body was busy recreating blood and catching up on oxygen. As he stepped away from her to the window, she had all the time she needed to evaluate her condition. She was bloodstained, and barely mobile in Samuel's abandoned bed. Her first attempt at blood magic had left her so weak, she needed to be carried, to be cared for. She resented that immensely.
She breathed a bit easier as he released her cloak from her throat, but it was temporary. Sitting like this, with him bent over her, essentially pinning her to the surface, was a reminder of how much blood was returning to her body, the ache she felt from her magic still simmering in her veins now. It was a slow pull, a deep drag that threatened to pull her under. She wanted to surrender to it, to let the power she'd felt in the cave overwhelm her now and remind her just how alive she felt. It made her want impossible things.
Cuddled between his arm and his body, she looked up at him, the blood returning to her face only highlighting her momentarily embarrassment. She felt so foolish as she was gaining her senses. "I apologize for falling apart so completely." She grinned, her cheeks flushing brighter at his words. "I am simply me." Needing to ease both the ache in her body and the growing heat in her blood, she chose a saner compromise. "Will you lay with me? For just a moment."
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