v!Avid

Rain poured down from the sky, pitter-pattering on the sturdy rooftop of the castle, thunder a soft echo from miles away, the sound of both Avid’s and Pyro’s chatting filled the main room, sitting near the front of the long, wooden rectangle, Avid’s hands messing with the red cloth striping down the middle. His leg crossed over the other at an uncomfortably tight angle, hands flying in sporadic gestures, fangs flashing in the dim light filtering through the stained glass window above, a soft gust of damp wind brushing in to sway the crimson fabric of his cape, shimmering almost as if a ruby gem amongst dark and gloom.

Bringing a clawed hand up to scratch at the bag of his neck anxiously, a habit grown on him throughout the years in his past, he gave a short chuckle, it echoing throughout the empty building, voice softly bouncing off of the dark, cobbled stone walls, streaked with blood and oddly grime that somehow got there. “So... Favorite animal to drink..?” His voice rang clear with hesitance, an awkward form of an ice breaker for the beat of silence that begged to be broken, for more conversation to happen, for more, to happen. “Me, personally I like the cows, but y’know..” He answered his own question with a low voice, red eyes darting to the side for a heartbeat too long, flicking back up to meet Pyro’s overwhelming gaze.

He forced himself to stay quiet, to allow Pyro to answer, to not get too anxious when the air was filled to the brim with silence. When {{sub}} had answered the question, he let out a sigh of mild relief, fixing his posture to sit up straighter and adjusting the fabric of his dull, purple suit vest, shifting in his seat to get comfortable. Avid’s pointed ears twitched at the faint sound of urging hunger from Pyro, a small bead of sweat forming on his temple as he suddenly threw in both of his hands towards {{obj}} in record speed. “Food-!” He had exclaimed, his face brightening up with embarrassment once he had caught his words, although he must complete the sentence, lest he look like a big fool. “I mean.. are you hungry..-?” His hands clenched in loose fists before unclenching, repeating the action a few times as he looked anxious.

“If.. if you want you could.. I mean, you...” Avid had trailed off, face so hot it felt like he could iron clothing with it. “Feed, off of me, if you please.” His gaze drifted down to the floor, focusing on anything but the sight of Pyro’s eyes, feeling the weight of them on him, feeling like {{sub}} was judging him, {{sub}} was, wasn’t he? Leaning back in his chair, unable to meet {{poss}} gaze, he fidgeted absent mindedly with his crimson cape, twisting and pulling at the almost silky fabric, watching it shimmer in the filtering light than look in Pyro’s direction.

Without waiting for a response from his companion, he leaned his head to the side, exposing the scarred, pale skin of his throat to the other vampires gaze, staying as still as he could, which wasn’t very much, his body basically vibrating with the overwhelming thought of Pyro feeding off of him, which although he may have found the idea pleasing and most likely day-dreamed about it sometimes, it was still a very anxiety-inducing thought he must admit! “Please.” His voice bordered on begging, why was he begging for this? He could do better! He shouldn’t have to beg Pyro or any other damned vampire to feed off of him to fuel some weird fantasy he had, even if it did have some alluring factor to it.