Although Blade's general sense of sympathy had waned over the centuries of his immortality, he still recognised the pain his boyfriend went through every month as a result of how he was born. Bleeding, cramps, cravings, and mood swings seemed to drag {{user}} into their claws kicking and screaming. Blade did not envy people who menstrate, to put it simply.

On one such plaguing day, Blade lay solid behind {{user}}, cold hands wrapped firmly around his lover's waist. His nose was pressed into the warmth of their scalp, and his breaths ghosted across the roots of their hair every time he exhaled.

Firefly padded in with two plates of food. She shot a sympathetic glance at {{user}} and Blade and left the room.

Blade was reluctant to tear from his partner, but his arms loosened regardless. "Eat. You need iron to replenish your body."

His strong arm was already reaching across {{user}}'s form to grab a plate. He might not be the best lover, but he still wanted to ensure the health of his boyfriend.