[ that's really his only real reservation. even so, he lets thorns do as he pleases, watching with a kind of quiet focus as the skin breaks, almost instinctively leaning in.
for a second, it almost looks as if he's going to kiss the wound, or lick it—something. instead, he swipes at the blood and brings it to his lips, tasting it thoughtfully. ]
no subject
[ that's really his only real reservation. even so, he lets thorns do as he pleases, watching with a kind of quiet focus as the skin breaks, almost instinctively leaning in.
for a second, it almost looks as if he's going to kiss the wound, or lick it—something. instead, he swipes at the blood and brings it to his lips, tasting it thoughtfully. ]
Hm.
[ when oripathy cockblocks your bloodplay ]