Hestia's Blood [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 13.

uhhhhhhhhhhh social interaction time

3rd Person POV:

"I just felt so disrupted, like i woke all shaken up and i tried to search for the reason of it" George continued with a dispirited voice.

The ravenette infront of him wasn't surprised to have this talk again, the repetition of it actually irritated him. Not only because he was able to see himself in George but also because it's so annoying to have him weep about it every once in a while.

"Okay poet boy, have you stopped to think about why is that? It could be his scented blood that gave you such a brain workout" Quackity replied.

The brunette glanced at him in surprise the his gaze slowly lowered as his expression became more gloomy.

"It's not his blood, sure the smell of it is very alluring but you know i wouldn't think about that..."

He was unused to the taste of human blood, he is unfamiliar with the rushing adrenaline that this taste could only overwhelm him with. Quackity knows about it because people that consume alcohol tend to have a more enticing scent and taste, and after a while it gets harder to ignore it. George had the urge to try several times, but... he was saving it up for some reason, he didn't know why but everytime that word popped up in his mind the only thing he could think about is...

Quackity glanced at him for a second, he tried to analyse it for himself before he could answer to George. He didn't wanna tell his friend what he thought, because discouraging him isn't the moral answer, but it could be the right one.

"Don't get so overworked on one person, you're girlypop! You're a fucking prince, in your sea there are more fishes than in anybody else's!"

The brunette chuckled under his breath as he heard Quackity's argument.

"It's really not that easy.."

"That's because you're making it difficult, romance really isn't that difficult"

Quackity could talk a lot about confidence and then realise that... his confidence is nowhere to be found when he faces the same dilemma.

"It's not... Quackity i'm a royal, i'm obliged to marry a vampire and it's just- so limiting"

"Have you ever heard of rebelling? If you ever wanna run away i've got a spare bedroom"

As he got reminded of something he could feel his cheeks slightly heating up, the ravenette glanced at him in a confused way. George avoided the eye contact as he got up from the couch, the stare on his face was so disoriented, he was clearly lost.

"Nuh uh, where do you think you're going? We're spending time together today!" He got up after him and grabbed his shoulders, then shoved him back into seat. "Time is precious y'know! i guess for the most part-.. who cares, still very valuable"

"Okay fine.."

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"Which one would be worse?"

Techno's gaze lowered for a second as he was envisioning the 2 possibilities of Dream's question. The blonde couldn't help but have a gentler expression on his face whenever he looks at him, it was automatically on his face everytime the thought or sight of Tech lingered in his mind.

"Probably the second one because you're aware it will happen, you just don't know when, but if you get jumpscared once you would forget about it after or get used to it when it repeats"