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Partnership 1.1/? (M!DB + Jenassa)
Date: 2014-03-31 06:54 am (UTC)tags: char:M!PC char:Jenassa race:Imperial kink:hurt/comfort
The hunger burned inside of him.
Corrado licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. There was an itch in the back of his throat, and he couldn't still his trembling fingers, but those were small discomforts. The burning, aching need clawing at his insides dwarfed everything else.
His kind were often seen as depraved creatures, wallowing in their bloody excesses. That perception was true for those who embraced the disease and built their existences around hunting mortals, but the craving for blood wasn't a desire. It wasn't just satiated for pleasure.
The need for blood was just that- a need.
The memories of his life before his infection and enthrallment were distant and muddled, but Corrado remembered days of wandering the sands of Elsewhyr... or was it Hammerfell? Separated from his legion, young and inexperienced, he had just barely clung to life until his comrades found him. He remembered the blazing heat beating down upon him, his tongue swollen, his nose trickling blood, and every thought, every nerve in his body screaming for water, because without it death was mere hours away.
Those hazy memories were the closest thing he could compare to the thirst.
The first two days had been easy enough. He normally fed as sparingly as possible; usually only the bare minimum to allow him to pass as a human (albeit particularly pale for an Imperial), and, if need be, to walk in the sunlight without harm.
Now...
"You're getting that look in your eyes again," Jenassa's cool voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Corrado looked up at her. For a moment he could only see her warmth, the pulse at her throat, the life flowing through her veins. But then he blinked, forced himself to focus, and met her impassive gaze.
She was fiddling with a dagger, carving a piece of mudcrab chitin. Divines help him, she was bored. He laughed. The sound was painful, more of a rasp than anything else.
Jenassa eyed him. "Where did you find your humor?"
"You're the only person in Skyrim who could be bored guarding a starving vampire."
Partnership 1.2/? (M!DB + Jenassa)
Date: 2014-03-31 06:55 am (UTC)Corrado's fingernails dug reflexively into the wooden paneling of the bed as a shudder ran through him. His insides twisted painfully. It felt as if something were ripping and clawing, lodged deep in his throat. He coughed reflexively. Her blood would soothe all of this away, would stop all pain. All thirst.
"You're... not afeared... at all?" he bit out, because talking was a distraction at least.
Something close to a smile turned her lips upwards again. "You overestimate yourself. Any reasonable person would only be a touch afraid; a sensible sort of caution, for dealing with anything hungry and sharp-toothed. I know nothing of fear; what reason would I have to flinch now?" Her words were clipped and wintery, but behind them lurked a sort of reassurance.
She would not flee. She would not turn on him.
"If I were a Nord, I'd be offended at that assessment," he said with a grin.
Jenassa cocked a brow at him. "You pay me for my sword, not my flattery."
"I haven't paid you in months." He hadn't quite realized it, until the words left his mouth. Somewhere along the line, she had stopped reminding him.
"Nor have you objected to me taking my share of the spoils," she pointed out.
That was true too. She'd started seeking out loot instead of hanging back in the aftermath of fights and he... hadn't really thought much of it.
"I suppose this makes this more of a partnership."
"I suppose," Jenassa said. "So long as your newfound aversion to blood isn't... professional."
Corrado shuddered again. The first time he had hired her, he'd been too close to starving, the blood hunger too great. He should have waited and found some quiet place to feed before, but he'd been too eager to begin the hunt. Once the bandits he had been tasked to kill were dead, he had fallen upon their corpses and drained them dry.
When he had lifted his head from the last exsanguinated body, splattered with blood and gore, he'd expected Jenassa to be fleeing or preparing to attack. Instead, she had merely been watching him calmly.
Her only response had been a mild appreciation. "To think what masterpieces I could create if I could fight like that."
Re: Partnership 1.2/? (M!DB + Jenassa)
Date: 2014-04-05 10:00 am (UTC)