[Is there a word for a solution working a little too well? If not, Alucard strongly thinks there should be, because that is exactly what is happening in this moment. The blood works as if Himeka is a shark, not a god of feast and famine.
It's Alucard she hits with this disgustingly distended lips. His own fingers are still dug into his flesh to keep the wound from healing, and as he feels something start to drink from him, there is the sudden, thundering realization that he did not plan ahead. He's going to need to wrench Himeka off of his arm at some point, and that will come with blood loss.
She gets twenty seconds. Cold gold eyes stare down at her form, hoping that some part of it will shift away from the grotesque. If it doesn't work, the village beyond is still fucked.]
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It's Alucard she hits with this disgustingly distended lips. His own fingers are still dug into his flesh to keep the wound from healing, and as he feels something start to drink from him, there is the sudden, thundering realization that he did not plan ahead. He's going to need to wrench Himeka off of his arm at some point, and that will come with blood loss.
She gets twenty seconds. Cold gold eyes stare down at her form, hoping that some part of it will shift away from the grotesque. If it doesn't work, the village beyond is still fucked.]