[ There's a very physical pain to go along with the emotional now, and not just because Angel is biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. The nausea and the ache in her chest silence her for just a second too long to be natural as she gathers herself.
Her voice is, naturally, still even and calm. She's pretty sure it's fooling no one, though. ]
I let you feed on me because I love you. And trust you, for that matter. There isn't really any nobility to be found in being a human poptart, particularly in a scenario where you eat me before getting to know me.
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Her voice is, naturally, still even and calm. She's pretty sure it's fooling no one, though. ]
I let you feed on me because I love you. And trust you, for that matter. There isn't really any nobility to be found in being a human poptart, particularly in a scenario where you eat me before getting to know me.