* heath pauses , extracting his teeth ( licking blood from incisors ) so he can look the demon in the eye . * there’s this tree . . . it grows down in hell . it acts like a true / living / person . you taste like it’s ichor . tangy . bitter . sweet
@HATEDINATION
* her brown hues glaze black as her undeveloped fangs sprout from her teeth, her arms reached around, her small hand resting on his back. her voices changes to something dark and sultry * so . . how do i taste?
* wow . he wasn’t expecting that . it almost makes him angry . heath wanted her to SCREAM and she hadn’t . so he bites down harder , placing a palm against her hip in an effort to keep the woman still . *