id: @sinfulsitter 
            “ there it is. ” he laughs softly, still dabbing at the scar to clean it, thankful she barely even winced at the feeling. “ a little weak but i’ll take it. ” the vampire teases, finally setting down the cotton swab. in spite of her state, the bloodlust never came even if he did just barely take a longer glance at the speckled piece of white cotton. he wasn’t hungry and he still couldn’t bring himself to put his fangs in someone’s neck. let alone hers. 
            
            “ what’d they want from you? ” he reaches for a large bandage and the tape for it. he pauses for a moment, his fingers taking a bit longer to unwrap the bandage from the packaging at her response. his expression softened. “ and i guess (…) why’d that scare you? ”

@sanguinaes 
            
            [Velatrix sat unusually still as he fussed with the first aid kit, her molten eyes following his movements more than they probably should have. The sting of the solvent barely earned a reaction, though the concern in his voice did. At his joke, her gaze finally dropped toward the fuzzy alien slippers and Spider-Man boxers, lingering there for a moment before a tired huff of laughter escaped her.] Those are atrocious. [The insult lacked any real bite, her usual sharpness dulled by exhaustion.] I was going to make fun of you the second I walked in, but then you started being helpful and ruined it. [Her eyes drifted back to his face as he carefully dabbed at the cut on her cheek. For a moment she simply watched him, taking in the ridiculous pajamas, the first aid kit, the fact that he'd immediately worried about her instead of demanding answers.] And for the record, I did give them hell. That's part of the problem. [The faint smile faded as quickly as it appeared.] I just... didn't really want to go home afterward. [Her gaze dropped to her hands folded in her lap.] It's stupid. Nothing happened that hasn't happened before. I won. They're gone. Everything is fine. [A pause.] But the second it was over, I realized there wasn't anyone I wanted to see except you, and that was somehow more unsettling than the fight itself.

id: @sinfulsitter 
            quickly sebastian shuffles to the bathroom, pulling the first aid kit from the shelf of his cabinet. he comes back and as she speaks, he smiles a bit with a shrug. “ i’m just glad you’re okay and honestly— i kinda hope you gave them hell. ” he sits down on the couch beside her, setting the giant red bag on the table. he rifles through to find a cotton ball and some cleaning solvent. he opens the cap and presses the cotton ball on the top of the bottom, flipping it upside down to the count of three as if he’d down this a million times— which he had. he was a complete klutz prone to scraping and injuring himself when he was human. 
            
            “ i think you might be feeling worse than you let on. you wanna know how i know that? ” he gently blots the side of her cheek, moving slowly in case it stung too much. sure, she was strong enough to handle such a minor thing but he didn’t want her to have to, “ i’m wearing green alien slippers and spider-man boxers and you haven’t made fun of me yet. if i didn’t know any better i’d think you were dying. ” part of him did want to know what happened, but a bigger part of him didn’t wanna ask until she was ready. she seemed so much quieter than normal, her lips pressed into a downtrodden frown instead of their usual smirk.  

id: @eadimidium 
            i think you do— but that’s beside the point. case is a dead end at the moment and i’m not following you (...) i’m taking a walk; getting coffee. are you [ he gestures vaguely up ahead with a nod, he was really going to the feeding center marked with a wellness sign. ] going to the same place?

@sanguinaes 
            
            Velatrix stared at him flatly the second he started laughing, visibly regretting every decision that had led her to this conversation.
            
            “Oh, don’t look so pleased with yourself,” she muttered, folding her arms tightly across her chest. “You were half-starved, delirious, and trying to convince me eating sewer animals counted as self-control.”
            
            A quiet scoff left her afterward.
            
            “So yes,” she admitted begrudgingly, “I may have told them I was your ‘supportive companion.’”
            
            Her molten eyes narrowed immediately after.
            
            “But if you ever repeat that sentence out loud again, I will deny it viciously.”

id: @sinfulsitter 
            his suspicions would get the better of him, had it not been for how much he was starting to believe it. being skeptical was his job but sometimes he just wanted to relax, hunching over a dumpster and eating rats was not the way to do that. 
            
            sebastian tries to keep his composure at the idea of her trying to fill out a series of papers for him— it was sweet but still funny. he snorts, unlike himself and covers his mouth quickly. his lips press into a thin line, catching another laugh about to escape. 
            
            “ so did you say yes? that you were my (…) ” the words become hard to find, “ supportive companion? ” he clears his throat, genuinely curious, but still, his lips quiver into a slight smile. 

@sanguinaes 
            
            Velatrix let out a quiet snort at that, folding her arms as she leaned back against the wall beside him.
            
            “Sebastian, if places like that didn’t exist, vampires would be sprinting through city streets foaming at the mouth every time someone scraped their knee.”
            
            The corner of her mouth twitched faintly upward afterward.
            
            “The supernatural world survives because everyone’s desperately trying to avoid being perceived by humans. Structured feeding keeps vampires functional, discreet, and significantly less likely to end up on national news.”
            
            A pause.
            
            “Think of it like… damage control for immortals with impulse issues.”
            
            Her molten eyes flicked toward him briefly then.
            
            “And honestly? The fact it sounds too good to be true is exactly why it works. Nobody expects the secret vampire feeding clinic to operate like a support group and wellness center.”
            
            Another beat passed before her expression flattened slightly with amusement.
            
            “There are intake forms, Sebastian.” She looked genuinely offended by the memory. “One of them asked me if I was a ‘supportive companion.’ I almost set the receptionist on fire.”

@sanguinaes   ( … )     [       selene   had   never   much   cared   about   humanity — about   preserving   the   lives   of   the   innocents.   in   her   eyes,   no   one   was   truly   pure.   and   so   she   had   never   entertained   herself   with   the   idea   of   blood   bags — fresh   blood,   straight   from   the   vein,   satisfied   her   much   more.   the   hunt,   the   taste…   it   was   worth   the   effort.   her   head   turned   to   look   at   the   other   vampire,   tilting   in   mock   pity.      ]       who   says   he   has   to   die ?      [      she   hummed,   moving   the   man’s   head   to   the   side   to   expose   more   of   his   neck   as   her   eyebrow   rose.   her   other   hand   lifted,   fingernail   dragging   against   the   curve   of   her   victim’s   throat.       ]       learn   a   little   self-control   then,   darling.   you’ll   find   it’ll   taste   much   better   if   you   just   give   in.   I   see   you’re   / starving /. 

id: @-VAMPIRISMS- 
            [ sebastian was practically drawn here, walking to a corner of the graveyard from afar with the scent of blood on his mind. fresh, warm and intoxicating. his eyes finally adjust in the darkness and he meets the other, holding a man against a tree. he trembles, his gaze searching hers. his irises turn red, black veins pulsing under his eyes. ] i can’t (…) [ his head shakes, but he’s completely still. ] i’ve been drinking from blood bags and stuff this is— [ “wrong” couldn’t escape his lips, ] he shouldn’t die. 

@sanguinaes 
            
            Velatrix was still glaring suspiciously into the water glass when he started listing food, her expression slowly changing with every item like he was casting a spell on her in real time.
            
            The mention of the cheeseburger alone made her visibly sit up straighter.
            
            Then came the milkshake.
            
            Then the loaded chili fries.
            
            A deeply dramatic groan left her immediately afterward as she grabbed onto his arm with sudden intensity, molten eyes wide with drunken devastation.
            
            “…You can’t say things like that to me right now.”
            
            She sounded genuinely emotional about it.
            
            “That’s too much food. That’s irresponsible.”
            
            A pause.
            
            “…Do they put pickles on the burger?”
            
            Another pause.
            
            “Actually don’t answer that. If you tell me yes I might start crying.”
            
            Velatrix slumped heavily against his shoulder afterward with a miserable sigh.
            
            “Mortal bodies are horrifying. Why does eating greasy garbage feel spiritually healing.”

id: @sinfulsitter 
            
            “ even more relentless cruelty, ” his eyes roll dramatically at the mention of her making fun of him, striking his hand through his chest, “ i’m not sure how much my heart can take! ” he speaks dryly though there’s a bit of fondness in his tone as he does. 
            
            he takes another sip of his beer, side eying as she sips the water in utter confusion. he suppresses a laugh, then a smile. “ you will thank me later. part of being human and drinking like a sailor is getting a massive hangover in the morning and possibly throwing up. ”
            
            he nudges her shoulder with his softly, gesturing up the diner. “ i’m thinking after this we could go to the diner and get a n͟i͟c͟e͟,͟ g͟r͟e͟a͟s͟y͟, double decker cheeseburger with a milkshake and loaded chili fries. ” he straightens his face, mimicking genuine curiosity. “ how’s that sound? ”

@sanguinaes 
            
            “(…) Okay, no, that absolutely moved.”
            
            A long pause followed, Velatrix’s molten eyes narrowing at the room with growing suspicion before her expression slowly twisted into visible offense.
            
            “Actually, hold on. I think I’m moving.”
            
            One hand immediately latched onto his sleeve afterward, fingers curling tightly into the fabric like she was trying to physically tether herself to reality before she floated off the couch entirely. Her forehead briefly pressed against his shoulder as she let out a miserable groan.
            
            “This is horrible. Mortal bodies are a scam.”
            
            Then came the castle comment.
            
            Velatrix lifted her head just enough to squint up at him through the haze of alcohol, visibly trying to picture the scenario and somehow getting more offended by it the longer she thought about it.
            
            “Er—I guess that works (…) But if you end up with a talking dog and one of those offensively colorful mystery vans, I’m making fun of you relentlessly.”
            
            Then came the drink.
            
            She took the glass from him immediately, clearly too drunk to question his sudden generosity, and swallowed a long mouthful before freezing completely mid-drink.
            
            Velatrix slowly lowered the glass, staring into it like it had personally betrayed her trust. Her face twisted with deep, genuine disgust.
            
            “(…) This is the saddest vodka I’ve ever tasted.”
            
            Another sip followed anyway. Longer this time, like she was trying to convince herself she’d somehow imagined it.
            
            Her molten eyes lifted back toward him afterward, narrowing into pure drunken accusation while heat flushed across her cheeks.
            
            “You gave me water.”

(( So late but plzz

@sanguinaes
            
            (( Can I have one :0 anything please!

/   any   pls ! 

id: @dearprey 
            who— who are you? how’d you even get in here?

@sanguinaes 
            
            Velatrix watched the thoughts move across his face in tense silence, her molten eyes catching every flicker of hunger and horror as he imagined it.
            
            The sinking want.
            
            Then the fear immediately afterward.
            
            Honestly, it was probably healthier that he was disturbed by the idea instead of excited by it.
            
            At his decision, she gave a small nod.
            
            “That’s the correct answer,” Velatrix admitted flatly. “The vampires who survive the longest are usually the ones who stay afraid of hurting people.”
            
            She pushed herself off the desk afterward, brushing invisible dust from her coat sleeves.
            
            “Blood bags first,” she continued. “Controlled feeding. Small amounts. Your body needs to relearn restraint before you ever put your mouth near a living person.”
            
            Her gaze flicked briefly toward the exposed fang before returning to his eyes.
            
            “And for the record,” she added dryly, “your life does not suddenly become worthless because you died. You’re still a person. Just significantly more complicated now.”
            
            A pause.
            
            “Also, if it helps, blood banks lose inventory constantly. Humans are incredibly disorganized. You’re basically participating in an existing system.”

id: @sinfulsitter 
            
            he swallows thickly, as if imagining warm human blood dripping down his throat. his eyes close, envisioning his fangs baring and he practically sinks, the good kind, as his tongue glides over his lips, a fang exposed. he hums until the scene shifts— his teeth could gnaw at the wrist, his ears could hear their screams, and feel their pulse start to dwindle, collapsing as he continued until they stopped completely. 
            
            his head shakes, the scenario only lasted a moment but he couldn’t even picture that going well. this plan sounded risky. better but risky. consenting donors who must be putting their lives on the line for the benefit of the dead; and possibly their wallets or… pleasure? blood banks— stealing from mortals who needed it but he needed it. did his life mean less than those who were alive? 
            
            “ i wanna learn. ” he states firmly. “ but (..) i don’t want anyone to die because of me. maybe i can start with the blood bags and learn control that way. ” 

@sanguinaes 
            
            Velatrix watched him spiral in tense silence, visibly uncomfortable with the intensity of emotion pouring out of him. The shaking hands, the anger, the desperation—it pressed awkwardly against something inside her she had absolutely no interest in examining further.
            
            Her molten eyes flicked briefly toward her own wrist.
            
            Human body. Human blood.
            
            For one deeply unfortunate second, she considered it.
            
            Then immediately looked away again like the thought itself offended her.
            
            Absolutely not.
            
            There was no telling what feeding from her would do to him, and frankly she did not have the energy to accidentally create a larger problem tonight.
            
            “…Rats aren’t enough,” Velatrix muttered instead, forcing the conversation back toward practicality before it could become emotionally complicated. “Neither is red meat. Your body’s starving itself.”
            
            Her gaze shifted back toward him reluctantly.
            
            “You need human blood.”
            
            The words landed flatly, though her jaw tightened faintly at his frustration.
            
            “And before you start acting morally tortured about it,” she added quickly, “vampires can feed without killing people. Most of you just suck at restraint in the beginning.”
            
            A pause.
            
            “It takes control. Practice. Skill.” Her eyes dragged briefly over him. “Things you currently do not have.”
            
            Rather than linger on the guilt trying to creep beneath her ribs, Velatrix abruptly pushed herself off the desk.
            
            “And yes,” she sighed through her nose, visibly irritated with herself now, “the temporary humanity thing was apparently a terrible idea. Noted.”
            
            She brushed imaginary dust from her coat afterward.
            
            “We need to get you somewhere you can feed before you fully lose your mind and decide some random pedestrian smells irresistible.” Another pause. “There are blood banks. Underground suppliers. Humans are strangely efficient when it comes to selling pieces of themselves.”