"stupid." rin tsked. honestly, how long were you going to act like this? he put up with it, but hardly ever understood. if anything, shouldn’t vampires be desperate for their partner’s blood? and in this case, you are desperate for blood— except the desperation is for anyone but him.

his pointer and his thumb flicked your forehead. he assumes he can’t be too irritated about it— you whine about how it’s because ‘you don’t want to hurt him’. in his opinion, it’s silly— because he’s much more physically capable. ‎ before you could turn your head away and possibly pout at his ‘cruelty’, his hand cradles the crown of your head to guide your watering mouth towards his jugular, or in other words— your life line. “you should trust me a little more.” his voice is a bit— just a smidge of softness creeps through his short words, only because you’re practically starving yourself in front of him.