𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

三十四 | 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

adulation (n.)
adoration. worship.
admiration. devotion.
reverence. favor.

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 」
𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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Wow...

This is really beautiful.

Closing her eyes, (Y/N) let the cold air of winter surround her, the icy wind caressing her skin in a way she didn't think was possible. Thankfully, Crowley had gone out earlier to grab some more appropriate clothes such as a jacket and a scarf for the weather. It had been a long time since she had seen snow—had even thought of snow, really—and found the very fact of being there now absolutely exhilarating after spending so much time underground and in Ferid's manor. If she thought about it, she felt much too like a caged bird.

Crowley stood beside her, watching her reaction to the natural occurrence of weather.

He didn't think humans much liked the snow, at least from what he'd seen, as they always complained about the cold. Yet, there (Y/N) was, smiling softly as she stared out at the snowy region. He somewhat remembered back when he was human how he also used to like the snow—back when there was feeling for such trivial occurrences. However, it seemed as if his interest in her had sparked that feeling within him that he had long ago forgotten. He didn't quite understand it, as it had been so long since he felt anything other than boredom and hunger, but again, he wasn't aggrieved by it at all.

"This is nice," (Y/N) murmured, snapping Crowley from his thoughts. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For bringing me out here."

"You like the snow?

"Yes."

He glanced at her again, finding that the small, white specks of snow falling from the grey, cloud filled sky landed in her hair, and the coldness of the air was already making her nose have a slight rosy tint to it. As he watched her surrounded by the natural world, by nature, something that looked to make her feel so good, he was sure he didn't want this moment to end. Because, again, he couldn't help but notice how striking she looked.

"I assumed lots of humans hated the snow—hated the cold," Crowley then stated as he looked away from her, remembering how it was the same even when he was a human. "For you, too much cold can lead to death. It... saps the warmth from you."

"I suppose so," she murmured softly, her eyes lidding as she stared at the ground.

"Does that not scare you?"

"I think everyone is scared of death... instinctually, they have to be to survive," she started as she folded her arms over her chest tightly. "It's why humans loathe war, disease, hunger, suffering... instinctually we know what is bad will kill us, and we want more than anything to stay alive. I suppose the same could be said about vampires, as they are so used to their immortality that they can't fathom death, and when it finally comes to them, they are speechless."

   "You think so?" He hummed, his lips quirking upward into a small smirk.

"Do you not?" She asked.

"Perhaps... perhaps not," he answers rather cryptically with a dry laugh, mimicking her actions by folding his arms over his broad chest. "I've seen vampires die before. Rarely does this happen, but I've seen it. It's always the look in their eyes that capture my attention, and if I factor that in, I suppose it would mean you're right."

(Y/N) nodded at that.

A type of comfortable silence fell between them, and this was strange to both of them, albeit for entirely different reasons.

However, they didn't dwell on this.

"Since I've brought you out here..." Crowley started as he fully turned to face her, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword and his gaze intense whilst he stared down at her. "Might I have a taste of your blood? I've been... curious about it since yesterday. I assumed asking would be far better than just... taking, am I right?"

His smirk broadened at his own words.

Clearly, (Y/N) could tell, he was referencing how he had merely taken her.

"I suppose that's fair," she sighed, even as she despised her own words out of her mouth, having always despise the feeling of blood being siphoned out of her body. "I'm grateful to you, for even though you denied me complete freedom... you've still given me this." She turned back to the landscape, inhaling sharply when spotting a deer and her fawn grazing next to a gnarled tree, continuing softly, "So, I guess I can give you that much in return."

Crowely stayed silent as he stalked closer to her, his hand reaching out to grip her by waist and pull her flush to his chest. Brushing her hair from her neck, mentally noting how soft her skin was, he leaned his face down and parted his lips to allow his fangs to graze against her flesh. She shivered at the action, but she didn't pull away, so he bit down softly, allowing his fangs to fully piece her skin. She gasped in pain from the invading feeling, and she whimpered softly from the burning sensation, but she held still as Crowley fed. He closed his eyes as he drank in her warm blood, relishing the way it felt against his tongue and burst in flavor in his mouth.

He refrained from taking too much of her blood, pulling away when he was satiated enough.

(Y/N) visibly relaxed at that.

"You taste just as sweet as you smell..." Crowley commented softly as he swiped his thumb over his lips, slightly smearing the blood that had stained his skin. "It's no longer so foul. I'm quite curious to know why that is... but I suppose I never will."

(Y/N) stayed silent.

She knew why.

She knew the moment Crowley spoke.

Her blood was foul when entering this world because she wasn't apart of said world. Now, though, now that her blood was sweet, it meant that she had finally and correctly assimilated with her newfound reality. She wasn't sure what to make of it, and found herself dreading the future.

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