He didn't say a word in reply; not yet. In a way, he couldn't. She was right, wasn't she? Even more so, he would be acting similarly, were this all reversed. He knew what she would say, too, if he brought that up: If you know that much, then stop it, already! What might she think if she knew that during their lengthy time apart, he would take the tablets by the mouthful? It had him thinking about how, in that period where he had no memories of her, he barely felt any cravings at all. Of course, though, all of that was not anything he could bring up to the Yuuki who was in the here and now. He can't even, really, bring up the fact that he's a full blown hunter, by this point.
The tightness within his chest remained, while his heart, too, began beating a little heavier, even sticking to the back of his throat. Although, that was only in part due to how she basically stripped. Not that he'd never seen her in the state she was in, nor was it very new for her to undo his shirt, but it still could throw him off. Enough so that there was a bit of a flush on his cheeks, as well.
. . . More so, however, was the fact that a deep crimson had begun to edge along his eyes, which he wasn't exactly aware of. Obviously there was no lying that, yes, he desired her blood. Like he always had. Even before she learned of what he was did he practically crave it.
What was challenging this time around, though, and given their circumstances of being from different points in time, was control. It wasn't that he suddenly had a loosened grip upon it, though. At least. He just had to put more effort into not letting it show. This Yuuki wasn't the one he had already kissed, or practically confessed to. She isn't the one who kissed back, either. He couldn't linger for long, either, no matter how much he could acknowledge in wanting to devour her whole.
"I'm—" He tried for a reply. Of course something had changed. A lot. He knew he couldn't escape her (not that he really wanted to, ultimately). Not by this point.
One of his hands balled into a fist for a moment. ( Fine. You win. ) Before she could even blink, then, he had flipped their positions, getting her to the wall and unable to help as an arm slipped around her waist. The other hand moved to slip within her hair, cradling the back of her head. Eyes slipping shut, he finally gave, letting his lengthened fangs sink into her throat with little more preamble. The shudder that made its way through him was difficult to hide in the moment the taste of her blood filled his senses.
It had been quite a long while, or so it felt, since he had done this.
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The tightness within his chest remained, while his heart, too, began beating a little heavier, even sticking to the back of his throat. Although, that was only in part due to how she basically stripped. Not that he'd never seen her in the state she was in, nor was it very new for her to undo his shirt, but it still could throw him off. Enough so that there was a bit of a flush on his cheeks, as well.
. . . More so, however, was the fact that a deep crimson had begun to edge along his eyes, which he wasn't exactly aware of. Obviously there was no lying that, yes, he desired her blood. Like he always had. Even before she learned of what he was did he practically crave it.
What was challenging this time around, though, and given their circumstances of being from different points in time, was control. It wasn't that he suddenly had a loosened grip upon it, though. At least. He just had to put more effort into not letting it show. This Yuuki wasn't the one he had already kissed, or practically confessed to. She isn't the one who kissed back, either. He couldn't linger for long, either, no matter how much he could acknowledge in wanting to devour her whole.
"I'm—" He tried for a reply. Of course something had changed. A lot. He knew he couldn't escape her (not that he really wanted to, ultimately). Not by this point.
One of his hands balled into a fist for a moment. ( Fine. You win. ) Before she could even blink, then, he had flipped their positions, getting her to the wall and unable to help as an arm slipped around her waist. The other hand moved to slip within her hair, cradling the back of her head. Eyes slipping shut, he finally gave, letting his lengthened fangs sink into her throat with little more preamble. The shudder that made its way through him was difficult to hide in the moment the taste of her blood filled his senses.
It had been quite a long while, or so it felt, since he had done this.